Author's Note: This story was previously posted on another site as Above and Beyond. To avoid confusion with another story on this site of the same name, the title has been changed. ***** Prologue My name is Kyle Richter. I was born August 12, 1986 in Midland, Michigan. My dad, Dave, was a chemical engineer and middle manager at Dow Chemical headquarters....
When I was a kid I had a friend named Carrie. Her parents were divorced and so her mom lived with her grandparents down the street. It seemed that every time it was her mom's turn to get her she would always come over to my house with her little brother and ask me and my sister to come out and play. We often did but as time went on it got annoying that she w...
There was a young woman I knew named Terri, who at the time I met her was twenty-five. She was a supple, beautiful woman with creamy skin, long lovely brown hair, deep blue eyes and long, thin subtle fingers with perfectly manicured nails. Her arms and legs were feminine, slender and long each exhibiting a delightful grace and elegance one rarely sees. Even...
THE LAD IN THE LINGERIE SHOP -- Introduction. (Just to warn those who expect every story to head straight in to sex acts and the exchange of bodily fluids -- this isn't like that. Sure, there's sex but it's not on every page or even on every chapter. All the things I've tagged will occur during this story but not necessarily all in the same chapter. So don'...
The Farra winter could easily have persuaded Jennifer to break with tradition and to exchange her skis for swimming gear and summer dresses in sunnier places. Once the year-end festivities had ended and the new year had begun, the entire weather pattern underwent a fundamental change, with a seemingly endless string of increasingly powerful storms causing ma...
copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved. (Author's notes: This story is a sequel to A Prison Break. I suggest that three part story be read prior to reading In the Wake of That Night although I believe it can be a "stand alone" piece. This is a story about different kinds of love, loss, longing, guilt, and sadness. It's also about hope. There...
I lay on my bed in the dark, typing. My husband, via my Apple laptop computer, kept me company. With my hips elevated on three pillows, my thighs spread as comfortably as I could get them, and my rectum practically filled with KY lubricant, I still ached. "This is crazy," I wrote. He came back: "Half an hour. Not a second less." It had been in me now for f...
After Claire and Rick had made love once more Claire got up because she heard a cat mewing. She went downstairs to open the back door and let it in and stared out into the night. There was only a rather thin layer of snow; the snow dunes she had hoped for had not materialized and the night was cold and clear again. She shook her head. There would be no way t...
Zara looked through the window of her A380 aircraft. It was 10 in the morning. She could see the baggage handlers bring in large carts stuffed with luggage to be loaded onto her flight. The plane was parked right in front of the terminal, still attached to the airport with an aerobridge. Five minutes passed. Then 10. And then fifteen more. The aerobridge wit...
There WILL be a sequel to this, but if you can't tell...I do enjoy some tasty delayed gratification. ;) Message me if you have any prompts or scenarios you'd like to see from these two wacky kids, or if there's anything in general that's queer-related that you'd like to see more of here on Lit! ::: Drive My Car ::: "We're lost," I point out, admittedly...