Julie Pritchard was JP to everyone that knew her. Some people didn't even know her real name. Only her boyfriend called her Julie and that was only when the two of them were alone. Ah, Phillip, she thought. He wasn't happy about her going on this camping trip with Maggie and her 'cousins', he doesn't trust 'that girl' at all. Maggie said Phillip was invited,...
EROTIC DVD FILM REVIEWS 2016 edition Hi all you erotic film lovers. This is NOT a review of hard core porn films and videos. It is review of a collection of full length feature films that concern sexual or erotic themes that have been on general release or made for TV, all of which are now available on DVD. These films are suitable for adults over the age...
Her neck and hair smelled spicy and warm, and I moved my nose up over her ear to whisper to her, "I am getting a little buzz, are you?" She nodded and her body for a moment melted against mine as she sat on my lap, and her face came round to let her lips meet mine. The kiss was slow and almost timid, as she took on board the new sensations that the hash lac...
So let's see, there isn't a fight in this one just continuing the story and plenty of sex in front of a camera. I am going to say voting is nice. Not getting comments on these either besides a lovely gal who wanted me to keep working on these. So for her I continued a little and you are welcome. The rest of you guys can kiss my hiney. :p * Get woken up by...
Schoolies Week An "In A Sunburned Country" Event Story © 2018 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in...
Author's foreword: Thank you for allowing me to share a small portion of the stage with these truly incredibly talented authors today. A special thank you to Randi, for your invitation and encouragement, and the gracious offer to edit my story which made it so much better than my original draft. Finally, to the readers, thank you for your support, kind comme...
(c ) Daniel Quentin Steele 2012 It's been awhile, but it's good to be back on LIT. This is a departure from anything I've done on this site. I hope that readers will enjoy it. This is a stand-alone story, although part of the First Coast series I've been telling over the last two and a half years. There are a couple of connections to another well known seri...
I want to express a very warm and heartfelt "Thank You" to all of the kind and gentle souls who took the time to vote and/or leave a comment, as well as those who have sent me feedback on my previous stories. This one is for all of you, and I pray that God richly blesses each and every one of you. Oh, one more thing, this story is totally fictional. MoogPla...
I've never considered myself a racist, because I've always done my best to look at people as individuals, regardless of color. And, when the subject of race was unavoidable, I've always erred on the side of caution to keep from offending anyone. But, I was recently accused of being racist, for precisely that reason, being too cautious. You see, even though I...
*Disclaimer: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * * * * * "That is your grandson," Sandra hissed firmly, returning Cris's angry glare with one of her own. "Yes I sent a baby gift to Freddy and I also sent a card too; by the way, Mr. Hard Ass, you owe me; I bought your grandson a five hundred dollar savin...