I started a T-shirt printing company when I was in college. Nothing fancy. Just handmade silk screens, a couple of wooden frames with card board backing and a squeegee. It was more for lack of something better to do and it kept me in pocket change. People liked the designs, the T-shirts sold, and the business kept growing. I asked a couple of friends to work...
The clock on Eli's night stand read 3.30 a.m. I looked over at Eli, he was still asleep. I could not believe I gave into this man so easily. Now he will probably think i'm some floozy. I shook my head and crawled off of his bed, slowly as not to wake him. I grabbed my clothes. I smiled when I found my panties dangling on his lamp. I found my purse on his kit...
The summer of 1979 had most of the "chosen ones" on the paths that they were destined to follow. Robbie Seldon and Crystal North were dating and realized there was something building between them as they started college that summer. Brad Seldon and Jay Hanson were starting their jet fighter training at Edwards Air Force base... and both their wives were preg...
At 11:33 p.m., the Blue Line Coach from the city crawled into the bus terminal at Mount Ellen. It slunk between two other dark and silent coaches, and came to a stop. The driver switched off the engine, which seemed to give a weary sigh as it died at the end of its ten-hour journey A handful of yawning passengers alighted and stood around waiting for the lu...
This is a completely non-sexual tale about right, wrong and responsibility. Each reader will have to come to his or her own conclusions about relative morality. * "Ah, Special Agent Jenkins, my favorite FBI agent! You're welcome to sit out here on the porch or in your government sedan while I waste more of my precious retirement income on my attorney who I...
Author's Note: It's been a couple of years since I posted a story on Lit. Most of my stories are inspired by true events, but are liberally embellished by my imagination. This story, however, is completely true – every word of it, to the best of my recollection. It starts out a bit slowly to develop the context, but if you'll stay with me, I think you'll see...
You really should read the 'Book of Bruce volume two version 5.3' before you read this but every human being is an independent agency and I can't make you do what you don't want to do, so, to summarize: I had been married forever, dreaming about strange pussy for nearly as long and hadn't had anyone focus love on me for decades when I met Candy. A friend bro...
Many thanks to techsan for editing this story. * As you remember from the previous part of this story, I - Fredrick Ohlson, 'The Moose´ among my friends - was visiting an old friend and customer, Michael Norrlin, for both social and business reasons when he said, "Do you know that Ronny Hedman has joined that theater gang and he says he has been flirting w...
Three fucking weeks! The man that had taken Tammy to long-forgotten sexual heights was going to be gone for three whole weeks. The first week, she moped around and felt sorry for herself; the second, she ratcheted up her gym routine, and spent the time pushing herself, knowing that he would love her increased flexibility and the added lift of her ass. The th...
“Are you serious?” I asked, more than a little surprised. She stood there, looking at me from across the room. I knew she wanted to get into the bathroom to wash up, but I couldn’t believe she was really going to go back to the other room. After all, hadn’t she told me herself that it had been too cold to sleep alone? “You look very tired, Jack,” she sai...