Overhead the scattered clouds raced toward some destination that I couldn't see. I could follow them if I wanted, to the ends of the earth or wherever they those to stop and rain if it suited my fancy. It did not however. Rather let them go and fall where they may on what people they chose. So many other things were of much greater importance than a meaningl...
I shivered as his hand caressed my back. "I'm mad at you. Go away." I pouted at him. "I know you are." He responded, leaning in and kissing the back of my neck just below the hair line. "But that doesn't mean you want me to stop." "I want you to stop." I told him looking him in the eye, and meaning it. "No you don't." He said and kissed me. His kiss mel...
If you look just beneath my Scorecard for this year's Author Survivor Contest you will see that I've been having to use some motivation techniques to keep myself going. I've created two additional posts on my thread; both cataloguing my progress. The first thread looks at the stories that I've submitted to the quality control personnel at Lit while the other...
In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights. They are quite literally living property, and may be bought, sold and used for any purpose, including: har...
The cellist's hands are strong, deft, and nimble. They move along the neck of her instrument with surety, and the cello answers lowing with the rhythm of her bow. I look at you, your face entranced, your mind full of her and the music. You want her, I know. She is beautiful in ways that I am not; her long hair red over her shoulders, her long legs wrapped ar...
I've been on a creative blitz lately people - here is my latest! * Valerie Darnell used to tell all her friends at school that no one was like her daddy, that he was unique. She'd found out last month just how unique her father was. Brushing a stray blonde lock from her forehead, she recalled, in detail, how she learned all of her father's secrets and how...
Probably because James was on my mind I awoke around three a.m., restless. I replayed chunks of our conversation over in my mind but it was mostly the unspoken that resonated with me. Looks, smiles, eye contact at the most intimate moments. I got out of bed in the dark, sliding on a light peignoir over my nudity. The hot day had given over to a warm night....
Even if Jonathan was dead, Mary could feel the heated sexual magnetism that made him so self-confident. Or was it arrogant? To say that her attraction was perilous was an understatement, much like thinking his eyes were penetrating--the contrast of the fresh grass green of his eyes to his glowing ghost skin was shocking, striking and undeniably sexy. "Jonath...
I was writing a new Borderlands short and this happened during. The novella itself will appear probably next month, but hey. May as well give you all some milky minotaur fucking. All characters are 18 +. Enjoy! ~~~ Anita sat in her room at the inn and nervously fiddled with the hem of her gown. A single candle burned on the side table, every rivulet of wa...
Brian woke up on the bathroom floor and, for a second, completely forgot what had happened. Then he saw the mess on the patterned tile and white walls. Had he really passed out? He looked down and saw that his dick was soft, but still so large he couldn't believe it was his. The sound of the front door opening pierced the silence. "Fuck," he muttered. One...