Here's an entry for this year's Nude Day Contest. In the weird continuum of my stories, it fits between "The Flirt" an "Schadenfreude," though like all my stories this one can be enjoyed without reading any of my other little tales. Make sure you read all the Nude Day contest entries and vote on all your favorites! * * * I suppose anytime you find yourself...
I thought it was high time to enter a contest here after posting on Lit for five years. So here's my submission for the Winter Holidays Contest 2017. You all know the rules...vote if you like it (which I hope you do). Comments/feedback are just the icing on the cake...and I love good icing! Much appreciation in advance! Also, a huge thanks to Lady Mireille...
Fat man sitting on a little stool Takes the money from my hand While his eyes take a walk all over you Hands me the ticket, smiles, and whispers "good luck" Well, cuddle up angel, cuddle up my little dove And we'll ride down baby, into this tunnel of love CHAPTER 10: The Crucible Dr. Gayle Seymour tensed as the first footage on the DVD played. The scene w...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
It took me two weeks to recover from that special night with Anne. She really gave my balls a good work over. In fact they remained swollen for several days after. Apparently some of the guys on the team knew about Anne's little nut fetish and ribbed me pretty good about it. My suffering was quite noticeable as I missed the next two practices, telling the co...
Afternoon sunlight leaks through closed curtains. She fights to stay awake, sinking into the recliner's supple leather, socked feet against the rug. Remote in hand snaps the widescreen television on. CNN's prim-voiced newscasters are a welcome break in the apartment's quiet. Luxurious and still, the empty rooms had been napping with her. In her state of exha...
Adapted from the short story: HE WHO SHRANK by Henry Hasse First Published in the August, 1936 issue of Amazing Stories * * * * * ONE It was a Friday night and I was late. The new boy I was dating, Todd, had originally set the time to pick me up at 7:00 p.m. and I had pushed that back to eight. We had reservations at a steak house at 9:00 p.m. I didn't...
This story spans a few different categories. The domination theme is rather mild, but I still think it best belongs in this category. A big thanks to Ginger_Scent for her very valuable editing comments. ----------- You work with what you got. That's what Sara had concluded, and the fact that her breasts were on the tiny side didn't bother her anymore. Why...
The sight of the three of them staring mutely at Emily's nether parts would have been pretty hilarious had one not known the circumstances that had culminated in that scene. With amazed wonder, Alex sidled over to the redhead before lightly brushing her pink flower. Still expecting a wince, Alex was surprised when she didn't shy away from his touch, even wh...