At 45 years old, I had been a coast to coast mover/trucker for half my life. After I moved my new Girlfriend, Charlene and her three daughters half way across the country to Springfield, Missouri, I had taken her middle daughter Linda’s best friend, Regina on the truck with me when I left home. We emptied out in Florida and had a few days to play in the Keys...
Just a couple notes: I've noticed that the submission format for Lit does delete my italics and page breaks. This is why some scene changes seem choppy. Sorry guys but I can't fix that. Chapter 7 Malik waited at the entrance to a large library. One by one each of the others arrived. He looked at the small group of men and women who had chosen to separate...
We finally got our own place, and upon arriving home from work one day, you are nowhere to be found. I go to the bedroom to get out of my work clothes and into something a little more comfy, when I find a note. "Come to the basement." I finish changing into my old pajama pants and an old t-shirt before following your instructions. As I open the basement door...
My name is Saheb Sahebji. I am young, tall and slim. By profession I am a freelance commercial artist. The episode I am about to narrate took place when I was still working for a local advertising company. On my flight to London, as I sat on my seat next to the window, I saw a paragon of beauty walking down the aisle towards me. Man was she sexy. My eyes t...
"There it is..." His voice seemed to come from a far off place. Falls's eyes took in the sight before her. A castle stood strong and sure; a village, much like those she'd seen on the History Channel, or stared at in books, bustled with activity. Flags bearing some sort of Coat of Arms flew in the wind. "Where the fuck am I?" she whispered. She wiped her e...
My fingers trace the rim of my martini as I wait for you. We have been meeting here for weeks and you have never been late. As I cross my legs, the barstool I am sitting on swivels so that I can see the door when you walk through, but you are not there. I am conscious not to give the illusion that I am waiting for someone, but the black leather boots and min...
(All characters in this story are intended to be over 18 years old!) * "Hi, Holly. Thanks for coming in after school today. I need to talk to you about this note I found by your desk." "What note?" "The one you wrote to your friend during class. I think it fell out of your notebook when you left today." "I'm still not sure what you are talking about, Mr...
SUNDAY EVENING The attractive couple stepped onto the veranda, escaping from the hubbub of the convention registration and ice breaker inside. The sun was setting over the turquoise blue Caribbean, casting deep shadows on the jungle covered volcanic hills that framed the white sand beach. Sandy sighed contentedly and murmured, "Oh Hon, this is magnificent....
With the security guard out of the way, I turn my attention back to you. You look lovely there on the bed, legs spread wide apart, eyes covered by a blindfold, and mouth gagged. As I take in your beauty, I slowly undress, carefully folding my clothes and placing them on the other bed. I intentionally do not speak to you. I want you to wonder what is coming n...
We had been married for over seven years when I discovered my wife had a fantasy, or I guess you could have called it a strong desire. Or a fetish. We met at a party in a small town where I had found a summer job. I was a senior at the University of Florida and was invited to work as a stable hand for the summer on a horse farm. I cannot say that I loved th...