And then there was light So even though the dream notion of a dozen or so loving pairs of lips dancing about the most erogenous & intimate regions of my body would seem an unattainable gift of the gods, my intellect began seeing holes in that premise. I mean, I still felt a slight ache in the head - the result of the bump I'd suffered in the auto collision....
Micheal Scott McKinley sat on his bunk absently reading a seven year old wrinkled and dusty copy of a dated National Geographic from the prison library. An article about a failed attempt by several mountaineers to scale Mount Everest had vaguely caught his eye. Being an adrenaline junkie his whole life, McKinley had sill not gotten use to the stale, monoto...
Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? I decided to post it on lit because I realized not posting my stories really solves nothing. Having them remove one of my stories was the first and only bad thing that's happened to me on lit. Am I angry? Yeah, but life goes on. And plus lit fans are way too awesome to leave....
The Video Gamer's Sex Stories Volume 3 - Resident Evil - Where's Wesker? "Yes, I'm here to see Albert Wesker, please." the pretty redhead said, approaching the front desk. The secretary was quiet for some time, not even glancing up at the waiting girl. "Take this pass." she finally mumbled, making no secret of her disinterest. Sliding a blue idetificatio...
*** Lynne poured the coffee. As soon as she'd opened the door, and she saw him, even though she was scared of the mouse, she felt all those warm tingles rise in the pit of her belly. And she couldn't stop looking at how handsome he was. And the way he came in there to rescue her. No one had been willing to help her, but he showed her that she could depend...
** You will get more from this if you've read the preceding parts, I imagine...** *** The two pretty bimbos ahead of her, giggling to each other, flashing their eyes at her, knowing, grinning, teasingly jerking the chain that is snugging itself ever more intimately, ever more outrageously, into the folds of her sex, emphasise that this is not a secret sham...
This story is inspired by Literotica author, patientlee's, "What the Hell Are You Looking At?" which in turn is inspired by the 1863 painting Le Déjeuner sur l'Herbe by Edouard Manet. It is a painting of two clothed "dandies" and a nude woman having a picnic lunch. In addition there is a woman wearing a chemise, bathing in the water behind the picnic. (It ma...
As a teen I was very slow to develop both physically and mentally. When I started high school I weighed about eighty pounds and was flat chested. I wore braces and looked like a complete nerd. I was often mistaken for eleven or twelve. I had no self-esteem and I thought I was the ugliest girl in the school. It didn't help that my older sister was the beautif...
It was a hot summer day, the kind where you can appreciate the heat, but not be overburdened by it. It was on these days that Art would go out into the yard and get his yearly dosage of color to his 9-month pale streak. Sadly, though he could enjoy the weather, his two roommates, Kat and Scarlet, could not; what with being anthropomorphic animals and thus be...
It was a dark and stormy night ... oh no, wait ... wrong story. It was actually a rather pleasant spring evening, which is very rare for Houston. But then weather has nothing to do with this story, I'm just setting the scene. Cheryl and I had been married for about nine months. We lived in the typical garden style apartment complex that was common for young...