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The snow had fallen hard the night after our little escapade in the hot tub. It had blanketed the whole area under several feet of blinding whiteness, and even for Montana, there was a lot of it. The news reports were calling it a blizzard and it appeared that we were snowed in, for the time being at least. Jim Archer was called away yesterday to a meeting in China, and since it didn’t involve my division, I didn’t have to go. We were urged to stay and enjoy the mountain, but that had been before the record snowfall had ruined skiing conditions. Jennifer, Mary Archer, and myself were therefore stuck in the large mountain cottage, waiting on the snowplows to dig out the roads. Continue reading »

Boy meets girl. Boy and girl hook up. Then girl decides to pose for a certain well known men’s magazine. Some girls just wanna have fun. I’m just trying to hang on for the ride.

PART 1: Orientation

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“What the hell are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I can’t live one more minute without tasting you!” she smiled up at me from her kneeling position on the floor.

“Someone could walk by any second!” I hissed in my same exasperated tone.

“So you’d better hurry.”

And with that, the hot blonde got my dick out of my shorts and fed upon me. Continue reading »

In life, everyone dreams of meeting that “perfect” someone. The one person who makes your heart skip a beat every time you see them, the one person who understands everything about you without a word being spoken. A person’s so called “soulmate”.

You can see it in their eyes, you can feel it is their touch, you can hear it in their voice and you can NEVER get enough!!!!

I met my “soulmate” 2 years ago. One hot summer night, by the light of the moon, I approached him. I told him my observations about the two of us. At first, he was taken back (although he did not want to reveal that he was). Once my words “awakened his soul”, our lives have never been the same. Continue reading »

“Beer me,” she said for the fourth time, grinning and holding out an empty can of Budweiser.

I grabbed the empty, instinctively denting the can in the middle as I went to the fridge. We’d been drinking and telling stories in the living room of my second apartment for the last two hours while my roommate bawled the brains out of her best friend.

I looked back at Jessica as I pulled two cold brews from the refrigerator that contained almost nothing other than more of those cold brews. I was twenty and she was an attractive eighteen-year-old. I couldn’t help but look. The girl was well past gorgeous with short black hair and asian eyes. Continue reading »

She really is unbelievable. We once joked that my girlfriend could sleep through the apocalypse and that she’d wake up after and wonder what had happened. Her parents once confided in me that in High School they had to use an air horn to get her up some days! All the doctors she’s ever seen haven’t been able to prescribe anything useful; she just has to get her 8 hours of sleep, or she will *not* wake up.

She’s been out of town on business, and I’d expected her back hours ago, with no word, but there’s a blizzard going on in Houston right now and not a lot of cell calls are making it through. It’s almost midnight when I get a call asking me to come pick her up at the airport, and as soon as I pick her up, she falls asleep in the car. Since this isn’t the first time this has happened, I just chuckle and carry her inside to her bed. However, before she’d gone on the trip, she told me that she had a very important meeting first thing in the morning when she got back and she couldn’t miss it, hence why we were staying at my apartment. I guess she hoped that having a human alarm clock would help. Continue reading »

Connor Anderson was hunched over and scribbling furiously in his notebook when the bell above the door jingled. For the last hour he’d been on a roll, he was in his fourth year of college studying Psychology and he supplemented his school fees and living expenses by working nights at the local liquor store. Being a Monday night, it had been slow and not at all steady, so he’d been able to get a lot of work done on his thesis while getting paid at the same time.

Looking up at the customer that had just entered, he could tell two things about her straight off. Continue reading »

I called to say that I was going to be late, very late. Work had piled up and there was no way it could be left until the following day. You being the kind and thoughtful person you were said that you would drop by with some food, as you knew I wouldn”t get anything to eat if you didn”t. I thanked you, and got back to work.

Time moved on. The building emptied, the boss came into my office, and dropped the keys onto my desk, and left. The building got quiet, and dark as the sun set. I turned on the radio, and listened to some gentle rock as I continued with my work. The phone rang, and I nearly fell off my chair, my concentration was broken. I answered the phone, and your silky voice purred Continue reading »

“The Hyatt hotel, Melbourne

20:13 hrs – Friday”

Matthew Crane studied the cordless phone in his hand with suspicion, as if it were an alien artifact and not just a few circuit boards wrapped in a hard plastic casing. It looked futuristic - sleek and evil - and he feared that once placed up to his ear it would suck him into some unimaginable void that he would never return from.

It wasn’t just the sleek black phone that unnerved him; it was the entire ultra-modern hotel suite that sent shivers down his spine and spirits dancing over his grave. Continue reading »

They turn onto the road leading into the campsite. It is a beautiful area of woods, tall large trees stretch along the side of the long and winding road. The sun, now at a low angle in the sky, shines through the few spaces between leaves and makes light dance on the hood of their car as they finally pull up to their area of the campsite. As they step out of the car, their noses are tickled by the unmistakable smell of the forest, enhanced by the light rain from the night before.

Their tent goes up quickly, two sleeping bags zipped together lay inside on some nice soft padding. He begins to start a fire as she gets the food from the car. In no time at all they have a beautiful fire before them and their dinner is cooking on a grill and a pot while they watch some of the smoke from the fire drift upwards through the hole in the trees up to the now dark purple sky as stars struggle to shine through the fleeting daylight. Continue reading »

“In Part 4, that the keen eyed amongst you’ll notice was cunningly the second part 3, you got to know Stephanie and her awesome breasts, I introduced you to DD and we met his lovely cock and we talked about the Joe Orton play, What the Butler Saw. This part is all of that and more. Is that OK?

If you’ve read the previous parts you’ll know you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action

You’ll also know that I’m writing a series of accounts about my life in England; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They’re about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit? Continue reading »