On this summer Sunday Jack Cunningham stood in the kitchen in nothing more than sagging Y fronts. Julia, dressed in her church-going clothes, stood before him, snapping out orders. She was telling him to dust all the front parlour, sweep the hall, take the carpets out and beat them on the clothes line. Jack stood, sheepish, holding the failing elastic with...
Hi, This is my submission for Lit's Halloween writing contest. If you finish reading it, please do leave a rating at the end, thank you! Vacien Prologue An ambitious, materialistic young woman bewitches an old, selfish Emperor with exaggerated professions of her undying love, eventually earning her place as his most favored concubine. Unfortunately, af...
At Grover Cleveland High the swimming classes were held in the vast echoey basement pool, smelling of chlorine. There were bleachers rising on both sides to be packed out in the event of a competition. There were Corinthian columns and painted windows in the upper walls. The atmosphere was gloomy and... Well, full of possibility. For one reason. Classes...
--- Week 4 - Thursday Afternoon--- Daddy had given me the best assignment ever. He wanted me to go to the mall to shop for clothes so I looked pretty when we went to the rooftop bar after work. That was why I was standing on the parking lot during workhours, fidgeting with my keys to open my sports car. That was also when Checo stepped up to me and turned m...
Author's Note: This is a novella that will appear in four parts, two chapters each. It's the third in a loose chain that is my ode to 1980's pulp trash novels. You don't need to read the award winning Out Of The Past or Love On The Run (both on this site) to enjoy this story, but if you'd like to that's the order. I hope you enjoy, and comments/ratings are w...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Firstly, a big thankyou to everyone who's given JB such high scores, but especially Devir Ginator for all your comments, encouragement and sticking with JB from the beginning. Hope the, er ... climax lives up to your expectations. Secondly, this is the penultimate episode. I've always found that after a while, stories have a habit of starting...
Chapter 1. The station name even sounds cold enough to freeze you. Rannoch Moor. It's the remotest stop on the rail line from Perth, in the south to Inverness, gateway to the Highlands of Scotland. The old guard aboard this last service of the day was drinking his tea as they got closer to the place. Rarely did anyone alight here and never at night. The...
Part 12 — Eruption by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 12 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond th...