For a long time she sits at the mirror. Tonight is the final performance. The end of the show. It's had a long run, it's travelled the world, won the applause of thousands, but tonight it must close. Tonight is the end of the road, the swan song, the last bow. Carefully, so carefully, she puts on the make up for the last time, adjusts the wig, touches the c...
Being a wrestling fan myself, I know how eager all of you fans are to get a look behind the scenes of "sports entertainment." I know how you scour the internet for hours at a time, searching for the latest news or rumors that will give you some insight as to what goes on backstage at RAW or SMACKDOWN! Well, if you'd like to hear a real story about backstage...
Swinging...Let me Introduce you... My husband is hot. He's one of those sophisticated men, who still has a full head of beautiful hair, albeit salt and pepper gray. A PhD, and incredibly passionate, much to my delight. I find myself aroused at the hot weekend we just had, here is the story... We had not seen each other in three months due to separate ca...
INTRODUCTION The assistant director called "Next" and a six-foot-three slender guy with dark-eyes and dark hair slicked back was pushed on-stage and the assistant director sighed and patted her pussy and whispered, "Down girl." "Name?" "Eugene Ejack." Those around her laughed but Pauline kept a straight face never knowing when and where a union spy was h...
Author's Note: This is my opinion on how to create and operate a successful chain story. It's by no means the only way and it's not what you may find is your way, but for me it works. Enjoy and good luck if you do decide to one day construct your own chain story on Lit. ~ Red Some of you reading this may already know what a chain story is and just enjoy re...
"Let's see if we can kiss". She said it in a way that I can't easily describe. Not playful. Not sexual. But also not just "businesslike" or "matter of fact". It was somehow in between all of those. Interested in a naughty way. But no naughty twinkle in her eye. Not clinical, but truly a question: "Let's see if we can kiss" - meaning "Let's take the next ste...
Glen arrived in high fashion at 10 a.m., early in my book. I had barely dragged myself out of bed and into the shower when the knock came at the door. I hopped out and wrapped a towel around me. I checked the peephole so I know who it was and then flew open the door. "Hurry, come in, I'm not dressed," I said ushering him into the room and shutting the door...
This was like a dream come true for me. I had left my friends and family in Toronto Canada and headed off to Hollywood California in the United States to pursue my career as an actress. I had done a little in Toronto a few things here and there but nothing really major and I wasn't contacted by any agencies so I most likely wasn't even noticed. I knew if I w...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
At 95 mph, the broken white lane lines seem to merge into a single, infinite white stripe. Overhead street lamps blur. I swerve and roar past red tail lights, swallowing up slower traffic like I'm Pac Man in a Pathfinder. Normally, I'm a safe, law-abiding driver. Even at normal speeds, I won't text. Tonight, though, is a different story. I check my phone:...