Hello. My name is Barnaby Crockett. Some of you know me from my stories on LIT. For those of you that do, consider this as a DVD-style “Behind the Scenes” companion to my writing. For those that haven’t yet read my work, I hope you’ll want to give it a try after reading this crass infomercial. It’s a cliché but it’s also true. Your stories are like children...
The ride to the cabin became more exciting by the minute. It was only a three hour drive, but it seemed to take Kim and I forever on this trip. We knew that Jonathan and Susan, two of our best friends, had arrived a day earlier and were prepared for our arrival. We had met Jonathan and Susan about a year ago at a local swing club that we joined and hit it of...
Two nights in the motel near the strip club seemed long enough and I assumed my wife could use a rest after two days of intense sex in which she was introduced to the pleasures of other women. I made sure we awoke, then, in time to check out and with a tentative plan of finding a more upscale motel with a pool and simply spend a night or two relaxing without...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
The morning following her after-hours experience with Sally at the strip club gave me the opportunity to talk to my wife about her reaction to things. She admitted that, perhaps like most women, she'd always been curious about what it would be like to have sex with another woman. This was a curiosity, though, she repressed until last night for fear of what m...
Karmic Signature: (n) The essence of being given off by living creatures that allows them to be tracked by magical means. Especially useful for golems employed by governmental agencies. Phoebe ran her finger under the definition repeatedly. It explained how, for example, Hex could reliably tell where people were. It didn't explain how someone could hide so...
Sarah Martin smiled at her husband, Bill. He grinned back at her and she felt the familiar tingle run up her spine. Damn him, he could turn her on even when she had other things on her mind. "Honey, we need to talk." "Can it wait, Dear, I am running late for work. I'll try and be home early tonight, OK." "OK, but we absolutely have to talk tonight. Got it...
I thought stuff like this didn’t really happen. But I guess it does. I had been married for 7 years, and our sex life sucked. I guess it might have just been the seven year bitch, but we didn’t seem to agree on anything anymore. We only had sex on nights when she was horny, which actually was more often than one might expect. If I would go down on her that w...
Kwaidan: Yurei-jo San-do A Ghost Story: The Thrice Haunted Castle Dedicated to Lorena, who has no idea, and never will know, that she was the inspiration. Author's Foreword. If you've read and enjoyed the ghost stories related by Lafcadio Hearn, I hope you'll enjoy this story. Fans of supernatural fiction may also notice some stylistic hints borrowed f...
Still the story 'Tents, Trailers, Tits, Condos, and Cunts.' Finally we near the end. Now the condo games. CUM TO THE CONDO #1 Game 20 Ch 30 We'd driven the motor home towing our Chevy Malibu back up to the State Park. This would most likely been Friday afternoon. We were going to visit Hank, Helen, and some of the boys again. After arriving at their ho...