I saw her from half a block away and across the street, looking at her own reflection in a store front window. Even from that distance I could tell she was a beauty. As I got closer, it became clear that she was a pin the needle "10". She was young--nineteen at the most--blond, slender, tall, with creamy pale skin; the perfect waist to hips ratio, an awesome...
After Eleanor went through the humiliating experience in front of all her classmates they all became real good friends. All of them studied together throughout the semester. Eleanor kept on replaying that day in her mind when she is alone and she ends up playing with herself to orgasm. She really was humiliated but very turned on by the experience. The entir...
He was an ass. I hated him. I hated the air that he was breathing. I hated ground he walked on. I hated the strut in his walk. I hated his brown loafers. I'm in the bushes beside the stairs that lead up to the second floor where his apartment was. The apartment where he fucked my marriage over. Where he stole from me something far more valuable than gold....
For a long time there has been an argument between those so-called experts that profess to know these things, that who we are is either as a result of breeding, or, just as convincingly, our environment. In support of those on the genetics side of the argument, it would seem that I have a genetic pre-disposition to becoming a whore. On the other hand, it cou...
"So, I have to tell you how I came up with this..." Grace Cole was unusually nervous as she spoke to Joie Radical over the phone. For all the albums she had sold, for all the concerts she had sold out, for all the magazine covers she had appeared on, she still felt like an amateur speaking to a legend. "I heard 'Can U Believe This' a few days ago in the ca...
All characters over eighteen. Thanks to S who helped me edit this story. ***** The cars darted in and out of the early morning traffic, driving Gary crazy. He began to wonder why he had rented the downtown studio. Art can be a difficult mistress and it demands privacy. While his two-room studio did not compare to the studios of the more famous artists, it...
Chapter 24 ConfessionalCarmen entered the conference room; Lauren was the only one there, reviewing her notes, sipping a soda, and eating a Nutter-Butter from the vending machine down the hall. "Cookie?" she said, pushing the pack toward Carmen, who sat down beside her. "You smooth talker, you," Carmen said, taking the last one. "So, how is she?" Lauren as...
To make sense of this I recommend you read all the previous chapters of this series if you have not done so already. To start at the beginning, look for a revised collection of Chapters 1, 2 and 3 consolidated into one submission. As usual, this is a work of fiction and all events, places and people are products of my imagination. This chapter is transitio...
In this story the career of one of Hollywood's greatest sexy symbols has a fictional encounter with that staple of vintage Hollywood auditioning techniques, the casting couch.... * Fred Stern was not a happy man. Sitting at his solid oak desk all he could see strewn in front of him were reports, memos, budget forecasts and contracts for current productions...
Dear LIT Readers, however many you are, I decided to try my hand at a longer story with an ongoing line of events. Since I’m an artist living in a small New England town with many remnants of its failed industrial heritage in evidence, it seemed like an apt setting for a longer story. The invention of “The Art Factory”, a large industrial complex converted...