Author's note: Firstly thanks to Scotsman69 and Thomas Drablézien for their absolutely invaluable feedback on my first version of this story. As a result of their comments, I've corrected some of the more obvious historical and linguistic errors in my story. I hope that the result is now better and more credible. This is a bit of a departure for me -- a pro...
My name is Caitlin Mendel. A five-foot-ten, lean, blonde-haired and green-eyed, deeply nerdy Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Saint Marcus College, a local two-year school, and these days, life is okay. I like the way the school is looking this year. Forty two percent of the eight-thousand-person student body is of A...
Kaylee idly flipped through the magazines in her mother's living room. It was such a generational difference. She could never imagine buying a paper magazine herself, but her mother always had a stack of them here on the coffee table. Titles like Vanity Fair, Bon Appetit, New York. That was mom's favorite. She loved New York City she was there right now in f...
The First Course Nothing to see here, just keep moving. That's right, we scrambled for a lot of nothing. I am not sure what happened but a jump point opened up and a stream of scrap metal poured out. It looked like it was a parts of ship at one time, though I could not tell it's size, shape, or origin. My guess is that the ship had entered hyperspace after...
An author's rant. Hi folks. I know some of you detest author's comments and perhaps think the folly self-indulgent. But I've had many posts that suggest some actually enjoy delving inside my crazed head as I attempt to shed some light on what my story was supposed to achieve. So, for those of you who would like the insight, read on. The rest of you can s...
Ignoring Elizabeth's horrified reaction Peter, Andrew and the guards dragging the prisoners made their way to one of the farm trucks where the guards unceremoniously dumped all the prisoners in the back oblivious of the screams of agony from Pretty Boy. With the prisoners secured in the truck Peter, Andrew and the Ghurkhas changed into rags under the sheari...
Judy stumbled out of the rustic cabin the next morning, and squinted at the bright sunlight overhead. After two consecutive nights of love making with these strange men of the forest, she wanted a bath. She could still feel the sensation of the dual cocks of the Siamese twins that only minutes before had made their final deposits of hot spunk in her anus and...
It was the cat that gave him the idea - and the opportunity. It was a cream and chocolate Siamese, a thoroughbred; elegant, pampered, well groomed and beautiful. Just like its mistress, Delphine Fraser. There were eight of them at the dinner table, Christine, Jeff's wife, was diagonally opposite him at the far end of the table, listening to their host Geoff...
My name is Christine and I wanted to share the first meeting between me and a black man I met on a dating website. His name was Kevin and he worked as an accountant. We talk to each other for several months and grew very close to each other. I have always been attracted to black men. Kevin told me he had dated a couple white women in college so race wasn't a...
Welcome to Chapter Five! Before I go on, please remember that Lit.com is an adult orientated site, so if you're not 18 or older, vamoose. I got inspiration to write this chapter while reading a story by "impressive". While Impressive's writing style isn't my favorite, this individual writes fairly well. I suggest that you go read! I have been realizing th...