I suppose that the combined speed had to be about 40 MPH or so. Hippolyte was now in full control of the horse, and it moved just the right amount at ...just the right time for her to drive the lance down the lion’s throat and into its body. I’m no expert on lion anatomy, but I’ll bet that she must have hit its heart.The lion dropped in mid-stride and Hippolyte was forced to turn loose the shaft of the lance to keep from breaking it. Her reaction was, [Jane, that was wonderful! I’ll never doubt. "I felt ready to faint. Grandmother's revelations about herself were one thing - but to include my mother was... unthinkable! It pushed this strange tale from the aether into the real, where my own parent became a prime actor in this twisted play."As father became older he became more imaginative - our nights just as busy as they have always been. My daughter and I became lovers. Do you find that despicable David?"The pause told me she was waiting for an answer, her hand pausing at pawing my. Occasionally, I have also used my ownpast or present sexual experiences as fodder for fiction.However, another source for story ideas, to which many writers, both oferotic fiction and otherwise, frequently turn is the news. Literotica,in listing articles that relate to sex in the news, thus provides apotential gold mine of story ideas for its authors.A few other news sources, mostly of the tabloid or "yellow journalism"type also provide such articles. In one of the features printed in. Are you good?”“Yeah, I’m good.” I replied, the situation honestly scaring me a little. I got up from the bed and walked over to the door. “Goodnight.” I replied, waiting a little too long for a reply before shutting the door behind me.As soon as the door was shut, I violently threw my head against the wall and kept it there. Normally I’d overthink about shit like this, but I just thought ... nothing. The only mind that came to my mind was “fuck.” Every so often, I’d picture Molly, alone in her.