He had her right where he wanted her, and by all accounts, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her messy bun curls sporadically popping out of the tight updo. She truly was beautifully poised, and fucking perfect but he was about to ruin all of that. Harlee sat there, her brow furrowed and a slick smile filling up her face. Suddenly she stepped...
My eyes flickered open as the shrill staccato of my alarm clock tattooed on my skull, seemingly without end and insistent that I wake up. I threw a look of disgust in its general direction, cursing the blessed thing for interrupting my sleep, quickly following the look with my clenched fist which thumped down hard, silencing it mid-screech. Closing my eyes i...
This story is an afterthought to the main quadrilogy and was inspired by a combination of real-life events and a clip from Porn Hub. The stylistic change from past to present tense, with the clipped sentence structure, was inspired by Literotica author Spoonbender's story "Hot Tub Virgin". The idea of being to write a real-time sex scene. * "Time to go!" s...
Author's Note: Warning, there will be some (non-sexual) violence in this chapter. Also, I'm not an expert on self defense. If any of the methods my characters use aren't realistic, then I apologize. *** Nostalgia. So much nostalgia. A tree made of plastic, decorated with so many different things. String lights with rainbow colors. Smooth orb ornaments...
As the early morning Florida sun peeked through the window, Holly Chase opened her eyes and looked at the alarm clock. It was just after 6:30. In the master bedroom, she could hear her older sister giggling like a little girl, and what seemed to be moaning from her 18 year old nephew. As soon as her head hit the pillow, the little hard body blonde was out co...
Author's Note: I will be posting other stories at least once or twice a week while still working on this story. I promise there are more chapters in the works for "Mark of the Incubus." ***** Agnes saw him. She knew it was him underneath that tree in the rain storm. She had to see him to be sure. Monday morning Agnes took the car down to the church. She he...
Through the glass, the steel ribbons of the other track gradually stopped rushing by in a shiny blur and started to come into focus as Amtrak 871 slowed for the next station stop. The blurred yellows, oranges, golds and dull grays of the autumn countryside slowly morphed from a vivid abstract into a real-life of almost-barren, gray oaks and ashes desperately...
Tristan felt alive as he drove home. He'd expected to feel all amounts of guilt, he'd never cheated on his wife or previous girlfriends with so much as a kiss before, but he felt nothing resembling guilt at all, just exhilaration. Tristan assumed Jasmine would have had a relatively sheltered life. This made this situation even more significant. It made him...
Tracy stood beside her small booth and watched as her classmates walked by. Most of the other students ignored her but a few looked at her signs and laughed before walking away. "Abstinence is the only answer," the small girl said to no one in particular. "We need to value our bodies and save ourselves for our husbands and wives. Join the pledge to save yo...
Byron's hackles were up - he had never in his life seen an elder so rudely treated by her family. Sunday noon in San Diego, at a large, inexpensive "soup-salad-bread" restaurant, he was sitting alone in one of the big horseshoe-shaped booths, dressed in shorts, running shoes, and the tee-shirt from the morning's 10k race. His flight back to the east coast...