There comes a point in many writers' careers when they reflect on what they pen and why. I am at that point right now as I type this document. Perhaps you, the reader, are there with me. Whether or not, I hope you find lessons in these words. I hope you will understand that the opinions expressed herein are mine and that everything I say is merely a suggesti...
Don Josiah, in a suit, was driving black-haired, black-eyed Camilla--who was wearing her green, flowery dress--back to his home after church that Sunday afternoon; he was thinking about the sermon, and she was thinking about his cock. "So, that's what an Anglican church service is like," he said as he parked at his home. They got out of the car. "That homil...
*** Author's Note: The "ad" in my story is Full of typos, grammatical errors and, well, just crappy writing nonsense but I assure you it is Part of the story, so please bear with it. :) I also had to blank out the email addresses I made up for the characters to comply with Lit's rules, so please don't think I was being uninventive. Oh, and please don't forge...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
On the occasional Sunday mornings in which I decide to run errands or go out, I notice a number of women who are dressed in their best clothes, usually going to or from church. I would find a significant number of such women attractive, but I would be hesitant to approach them, figuring such women would not be open to an erotic liaison. Despite the stereotyp...
Everybody got three selves, I think. First, there's the public self, secondly there's the private self and finally, the true self. My name is Stephanie Aminata Villeneuve, and I'm a young French Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Moncton, Province of New Brunswick, to a French Canadian father and Leban...
They say that the apple never falls far from the tree. I don't think that's always true. Take me for example. Everyone in my family is dark-haired and squad but somehow I came out...Teutonic. I'm five-foot-eleven, slim and fit but with curves where it counts. I have shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair and lime-green eyes. I was born in the City of Calgary...
My name is Carla Hayden. I'm a young biracial and queer-identified woman living in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Belfast, Northern Ireland, to Maeve Hayden, an Irish Catholic mother and Djamal Adewale, a Nigerian father who converted from Islam to Atheism. Presently, I study business administration at Carleton University....
YOU GOTTA PAY FOR PUSSY "You Gotta Pay For Pussy," Says my cousin Joe If you wan'na get fucked Or you wan'na get blowed Gals think of pussy Like a piggy bank Put in the coin Then fill the tank Joe has a girly who really ain't a whore But before he fucks her He takes her to a store Buys her a dress Or a wash'in machine Gets her into bed She s...
At first, Kayla Monpoint didn't know what to make of her new roommate. The Cadmus College campus, located in the heart of Greenwich, Connecticut, attracted its fair share of international students, but none of them were anything like Mona Yandarbiyev, the Eastern European Muslim woman with whom she found herself sharing a two-bedroom apartment. The new gal w...