Hello everyone, thanks for taking the time to read my story! This is my first submission here on Lit and I hope you enjoy it. This is submitted without an editor but I have done my best to correct things myself. New chapters will be submitted monthly though perhaps quicker if my children decide to actually take naps. Again I hope you enjoy, and without it b...
readyforprimetime This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story originally appeared as Melissa's Legacy, and was written around V...
I apologize for the delay is posting the continuation to my original submission. I have a problem submitting my writing. I can't even read comments. Chalk up in immense insecurity and chronic bashfulness. More is coming soon. Thank you. * The darkness of the creature wrapped around me was so think I couldn't move, couldn't see, couldn't even breathe. But I...
It was every Autumn of her life that Ivory and the rest of her clan made the same trek south. Every Spring she returned the same way. She reasoned that the journey would seem less arduous as each year came by, but this year the wind was colder, the snow heavier and the ground more treacherous. Ivory wondered whether the migration only seemed worse because it...
“I’ll meet you at the farmhouse later,” was the note I saw laying on the counter when I got home from work Friday afternoon. My boyfriend Dante (Te for short) and his best friend Ted must have decided to head out to Ted’s family’s place in the country for the weekend. The small farm, out in the country between Dayton and Columbus, had belonged to Ted’s grea...
I'm Trevor Knudsen, the golf pro at Willow Creek, a nice little 18 hole golf course out in the countryside with a few hills, mature trees, and a meandering creek running through it. Very bucolic. The course attracts a lot of people who are just taking up the game, especially a lot of women who like the casual attitude of those who play here. In fact, several...
The next day I was completely useless at work. My desk is at the end of a row on a large trading floor. It's a whirlwind of activity, but all I could do was stare sightlessly at the monitors in front of me. The graphs and charts meant nothing; in my head was the image of Sandy's head thrown back in pleasure, John's strong hands on her hips. It was like it wa...
I love summer. No doubt it's my favorite time of the year. I love the heat and humidity, and really enjoy cooling off at the pool, a nice lake or the ocean. During my junior year in college I went to the local state park with some of my sorority sisters. I was wearing a new white bikini that unbeknownst to me became transparent when it got wet. Since we w...
*** AMELIA *** My interest in Casey Messimer went from professionally appropriate to potentially career breaking in a matter of just a few days. The appropriate part of my interest started about four months ago when he walked into my classroom. Tall, lean, dark and quiet, Casey was one of those kids who seemed to have everything sorted out. He dressed cle...
Ivory was consumed by the flames of jealousy. All through the night her moist vagina was repeatedly stimulated by Glade's fingers. She shuddered many times over with the warm pleasure her older lover had orchestrated and it was into Glade's arms she collapsed, but the object of her jealousy wasn't the shaman. It was Ptarmigan who at that moment was in the...