In and Out Up on the third floor, Mike contemplated the large set of double doors in front of him. The wall where the wardrobe used to be had been replaced with a slightly wider hallway that terminated after a few yards at a large pair of metal doors with a series of gears built into them. He tested the handle, but the door didn't budge. Symbols were embla...
A few weeks had passed since my amazing birthday weekend and to be honest I was hungry for a repeat and knew my wife's birthday was coming up. So I needed to hatch a plan as cunning and as horny as my wife's to make sure I could fully repay her horny act of love towards me. Now we were both at ease with all sorts of sexy debauchery with respect from others I...
"Oh, so we're doing this, huh?" Jong smiled as I stepped inside the shower, handing me the soap. I lathered up looking over her impressive nudity. "Back door's open aint it?" She giggled as my cock found a home between her thick cheeks. Jong was already leaning back into me pulling my hand up to her right breast. The bar of soap dropped to the tub bottom di...
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new versi...
Author's Note: After several months of work reworking both Halfbreed and A Catian's Dream, I'm finally re-releasing both on Lit! A Catian's Dream is set 2,500 years or so before the events of Halfbreed. It follows the journey of the first Human-Catian pryde that developed in the aftermath of First Contact. Unlike that more serious story, this is happy, sill...
Author's Note: I wrote this story for the Beyond the Wall of Sleep Gothic horror story event, a rare but gleeful dip into the genre for me. Thank you to blackrandl1958 for inviting me to participate, and to Etaski for the mutual beta/proofread. Hope you enjoy! * Pittsburgh, 1958. The slightest tremor shivered the floor under his feet as the train wen...
This is a sequel to 180 Days in Montauk. It would help if you were familiar with that story, but I believe that this can stand on its own. As a heads up, this story is much darker than 180 Days. Siobhan is an Irish name that is pronounced 'Shivahn'. There's a killer on the roadHis brain is squirmin' like a toadTake a long holidayLet your children playIf you...
Abigail Clarke's POV I was exhausted, and my wolf was on edge by the time I left the plane in Moscow. Crying babies, turbulence and a businessman who stank of cigarettes and body odor, while ignoring my ring and trying to hit on me at 30,000 feet, pretty much did me in. I turned on my phone and texted my son I was on the ground before heading to baggage cla...
Chapter 1 "So, Jack, is it? Jack Benton, I believe," I heard behind me. "Yeah, I wondered how that would be taken, and who would be quickest to respond to me. So, who are you and ... what do you represent? The Vatican? The LDS? The JWs? The Baptists? The IFCA? The Seventh-Day Adventists? Who?" I demanded to know now. "None of the above. I don't represent...
New Years Eve. Our first one together. We went to my friend Gavin's place in the East Village, where he owned a really nice, very old and spacious apartment. His girlfriend Dianne had recently moved in and they were on their way towards engagement. There were maybe 20 people there, which would be almost impossible in Dar and my apartment, but in Gavin's it d...