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I Arrived at My Fork in the Road
'Keep trying. Stay humble, Trust your instincts. Most importantly, act. When you come to a fork in the road, take it.' - Yogi Berra is a famous American Sportsman philosopher known for his witticism.
Here's another 'Yogi-ism'- Life is a learning experience, only if you learn....

Jane Stalwart and the Lost World
Copyright 2025 by Stormbringer
Chapter Three: Castaways of the Forsaken Jungle
Jane swam toward Pa-oola. The jungle girl was standing under the waterfall, head back, letting the cool water cascade over her naked body. Jane arrived at the rock beneath the waterfall and stood staring at the blonde. "Pa-oola... Paula?"...

I am exploring every inch of those delectable thighs that her previous boyfriend said were too big. What a fool. Being with her now was better than anything in the world, and I am still in disbelief of how we even got here. Now, would she be here, both of us as naked as one can get, both physically and emotionally, nothing but the two of us if she didn't feel the same?...

As most of you know, my stories are pretty much true but with a bit of flourish. This is pure fiction about one of the authors on Lit whose work I regularly fantasize about. I wrote this for her and sent her a special version, but because I didn't ask her permission, I changed the name here. Just so there is no surprise, this is not romance, nor would it be if I got my hands on many of the hotter writers on Lit. Several have been so kind to me, allowing me to find a space for myself on Lit and defending me ...

Freshly showered and standing in front of the dresser, Erica was having more trouble deciding what to wear than her small number of choices justified. After all, there was just one night left before they headed home tomorrow. The problem was the thoughts she was having--or, more precisely, who she was having them about. Standing in front of the mirror in just her panties, she thought of Chris, knowing he'd love the pair of short shorts and tank top she'd already laid out. Just before she started to dress, i...

Amy H. was the type of woman whose desktop icons were color-coded and aligned to a grid like obedient soldiers. Thirty-four years old. Two indoor plants. No pets. One ex-girlfriend in Portland who still occasionally popped up in her dreams like an error message. She wore her headset like a crown and answered customer calls in a voice two tones warmer than she felt....

I sat nervously in the waiting area of Reyne+ Partners, the most prestigious family law firm in the city. It was my first day as a personal assistant to one of the partners in the firm, which is unlike any job I've ever had. My eyes darted around the lush space, admiring the art on the walls, when a pretty young redhead walked out from the back, smiling at me....

Karen tried to put the previous day out of her mind and concentrate on her work. Alex oozed sexuality as she navigated the office in her almost not quite appropriate attire. Karen admired Alex's style, though she'd never admit it, not even to herself. The way Alex spoke about her sexuality with Karen made her feel uncomfortable and excited at the same time....

I would like to apologize right away for the errors in the text that will sometimes come across. English is not my native language, but I am trying to learn it.
Evening news
- Attention, get ready, aether.
- Good evening, Alice is with you and you are watching our news again.
That's how Alice's every evening started, because she was a famous news anchor....

The air is dense, wet. It clung to my skin, crept into my lungs like a second breath.
Haruka shifted above me. Her heartbeat thrummed against my back, steady, unbothered. My own pulsed like a war drum, deafening my ears.
I am flying. I am underground.
My thighs trembled, my toes curled. The bed is too soft. The walls too far away. My body burned, my mind flew, and yet--...

The kitchen was too quiet, too still--the kind of silence that didn't settle so much as hover, like it was waiting for her to do something, say something, break something.
Carina Marie Delvecchio sat at her mother's scratched-up kitchen table, legs sprawled, tank top loose, jaw tight. One acrylic nail clicked restlessly against the side of her iced coffee, half-melted and watery. Outside, the South Philly heat pressed in like a body, thick and close. Inside, it was just her and that fucking silence....

Katherine's words enflamed me. Any sense of having been victimised by her parents and her were gone, and whatever hurt I had felt was swept away by erupting lust. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply.
She kissed back, and our kissing quickly included wandering hands until we were a tangle of bodies on the dirt floor of the woods. Our lips were pressed together and our tongues danced as I ran my hands up her legs and under her skirt. Then I began kissing her face and her neck, before deciding to ma...

Move, move, move damn it!
In my whole seven months studying at Harvard Law, there has never been this many people piled outside the front doors. But, when Sofia has her first late morning, that's when the entire student body decides to do a charity walk starting from her building.
Sure, it's her fault that she slept in, and it is definitely her fault that she had eleven shots of room temperature tequila because her dorm decided to be fun for once and throw a party, but this is ridiculous. Even now her...

Sometimes it Does - Chapter 1
[Authors Note: This will be a three chapter story.]
As I lay next to the woman of my dreams, our bodies entwined as they had been every night for all these years, I cannot help but think of the journey that got us here: how I came to love her; how I watched her from afar; how I finally go the courage to pursue her; how I finally won her heart and all the joy we have shared since then up to and including this very moment. At so many points along the way, a rational person ...

Angie adjusted the strap of her carry-on bag as she stepped off the plane at San Francisco International Airport. A cool bay breeze greeted her, a welcome change from the stale air of the cabin. She had a long week ahead of her--twelve-hour days at least, networking events, and the endless schmoozing that came with being the Vice President of Human Resources at a major tech firm. But it was part of the job, and Angie had always been good at it....

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April 1990
Putting the casserole dish back in the oven to keep it warm, Andrea McKenna glanced at the clock on the top of the stove. Her niece Mary, was already twenty minutes late for dinner, but that, the thirty-eight year old veterinarian knew, was par for the course. She had long ago accepted her goddaughter's lifelong inability to ...

It has been quite a while, since I recounted any details, about my life and that of my friends. A lot of changes for us, not so many, for our circle of friends and family.
On my side of things, Mum and Gwen, Susan and Stephanie have both committed, to their long term relationships. For mum at least, this has given her security, going forwards. A good thing, considering, how difficult things had been, financially, when I'd been growing up. Susan and Stephanie were blissfully happy. Stephanie in particular...

Dear Readers, Thank you for continuing Elizibeth's journey down a life path she chose, not one dictated by her parents and family tradition.
I will be introducing the insidious disease of PTSD in this chapter. It does not discriminate, and while first responders and our Defence Personnel are at high risk of being struck down by PTSD, anyone exposed to trauma in their lifetime can be affected. The symptoms change from person to person. However, one consistent thing is when the victim hits the wall or rock...

Nobody really knew who hired Pia. Nobody even knew what Pia's role was, but she was there every day, as if she was just meant to be there. Since she started, however, the company's fortunes had improved significantly. Sales and profits were up and staff morale, usually a real problem, was absolutely sky-high....

It was a tremendous feeling waking up next to Sonya. Our newfound relationship filled a void I didn't know I had.
It was difficult getting out of bed to go to school but also exhilarating to have her passion to look forward to when I return tonight.
Driving to school I try and assimilate everything I discovered this weekend; so much happened, my life has totally changed direction. Not only have my siblings been incestual without my knowledge, but their sexual activities included my crush, which led to...

Read "Same Time Tomorrow" and "I Still Hate You" then come back here. Lexi's waiting.
The summer was long.
Not in the romantic way. Not in the golden, endless possibility way. Just... long. The kind of long that stretches across your skin like sunburn and settles behind your eyes like screen fatigue. Lexi spent most of it indoors. She told people she was "taking time to regroup." Which sounded adult. Reasonable. Purposeful. But what it really meant was that she stopped answering texts. She watched old...

This is a slow burn like most of my LS stories, perhaps even slower than usual. So, if you're just looking for a bit of a happy romp before bedtime, better move on to something like my 'All I Want for Christmas C'est Toi'.
Big thanks to @THBGato for Beta reading and pointing out my cultural misconceptions, and to @DawnDuckie for reading and giving me a much-needed reality check on life in Small Town ND. Still, for the purposes of the story I've taken some poetic licenses, so all the wrong bits are mine, ...

Being the account of one Mathilde Williamson, in her pursuits both scholarly and practical, of treatments for hysteria and all things pertaining thereto, including practical application of paroxysm under tutelage of Doctor Cornelius Wright.
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I have been appointed the coveted position of assistant to one Doctor Cornelius Wright, expert in the field of women's health and hysteria....

Hello My Lovely Reader,
Please enjoy the first chapter of this story!
XOXO SkylerLuv
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This is going to get dirty.
I spit on the muddy grass and see blood splat all over it.
Great.
"Watch your fucking back, number eight!" Trinity yells across the field and comes to my side.
"Fucking hell." I spit again and check for all my teeth....

Simone is 36. Evy is 22. Arden is old enough to know better.
Monday
Simone shifts in her seat. Crosses her legs the other way, like that's gonna help. The guy from Brand is still talking. He's saying "synergy." Again.
She glances down, careful, subtle--thumb just brushing the edge of her phone screen....

Lying face down on the bed in nothing but her underwear, Nikita took little comfort in the fan blowing room temperature air over her.
She supposed it was better than nothing.
Goddamn AC was broken.
One leg straight, the other splayed out with a bend at the knee, Mickey noticed that she was still posted up, even when lying face down....

Amber the babysitter 12.
I think I fell in love with Amber five times during our relationship before we got married. Each time we crossed a boundary or threshold, had a new adventure or opened ourselves up more, the deeper I fell in love with her.
The first time I knew I was in love with her was the night we had that heated make-out session in my car after she got off of work when we agreed to continue dating each other after we masturbated in front of each other. The second was after months of dating...

Ooh Boy Last Christmas P1
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Author's Notes: A young beautiful young woman, confused by new family dynamics struggles with the reality of her modelling career and coming out to her family, her skanky mother, dad and two brothers.
Characters:
Teri Benedict Me I play tennis for the Huskies...

The scent of my mother's friend, Katherine, hasn't changed over the years. I change my choice of perfumes often, never satisfied that the one I was wearing at the time was appealingly representative of me. Not so with Katherine, who my mom always called Katie. The first time I noticed her scent was when I was sixteen. I was trying to learn what being a woman was, and I very much admired her....

This series is a sequel to the earlier work "Riding With Dirty Girls." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but to fully enjoy the story you really need to read Dirty Girls first.
This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn't it be fun if it were?...