This story is meant to serve entertainment purposes only, it means no direspect towards Muslims or the religion of Islam. I had a crush on a girl, and it just happened that she was Muslim. Hope you enjoy the story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Oh my gosh, it's her again," I thought to myself. The object of my mind's affection got onto the bus. It was the...
The sight of us, I'm sure, was a little hard to take. Two tall, beautiful, tanned blonde girls, lying on a blanket in our bikinis, sunbathing, reading, talking, laughing. It was so hot out that October (in the San Francisco Bay area, the temperatures can shoot up into the 90s), that we couldn't help it. And, by the end of our first month as roommates, we wer...
Sunday morning found us cuddled and comfy. We eased into waking up, with me opening my eyes first, seeing my sweet lover sleeping soundly. I laid there, not wanting to disturb her. She looked so sweet and innocent. Her actions and words last night were a stark contrast to the view I had this morning. I'd have to talk with her about that one question regardin...
Deanna and Summer had both attended high school together, and their friendship had its "roller-coaster" aspect. They were a true contrast, these girls. Deanna had long, wavy brown hair and blue eyes. She had an elegance to her that Summer didn't quite possess. Summer was a classic blonde, who shared her eye color with Deanna, but little else in appearance. S...
The scent of cooked turkey still lingered in kitchens across America and the shops and stores were already decorated for Christmas; the coffee shop where Carol sat being no exception. Disconsolately sipping her latte, she didn't feel in a very celebratory mood. The promise of employment that had motivated her to leave home and move to the city hadn't materia...
For you, Tina. Thanks for letting me "borrow" your invention, luscious lady! "Fuck, I'm gonna miss my flight. Damn it, can't you drive any faster?" Kim throws the fare at the driver and jumps out of the limo. She barely makes it to the terminal before the final boarding call. She finds her seat, stores her carry on bag in the overhead bin and puts her pur...
Speaking the obvious: It would help greatly if you read the first part of the story before getting into this one. This is for Donna – friend, adviser, editor, muse. A few days passed before I heard from Margaret again. She filled me in with the information about the New York conference. I would be flying to New York on Tuesday of the following week and stay...
As my brother drove our Winnebago up the driveway past the Our Little Secret sign, I silently asked myself, "Aurora, are you sure you want to stay at this spooky old Victorian Inn?" I assured myself how intriguing it all sounded in that story I'd been following in Literotica. After all, we needed a little R&R before we initiated our next group of prodigies....
It started out as an internet friendship. Somehow we had gotten each other's e-mail address and found out that we had similar fantasies. We wrote back and forth, sometimes every day, sometimes going a week between emails. We dove into the world of our fisting fantasies. We would tell each other what we would do if we ever met. We became friends, too, sharing...
by Danielle Roget as told to BrettJ © 2007 * My goodness, that was a night to remember! Oh, I'm being rude. I'm Danielle. Danielle Roget, some of you might have read the stories of my lovers, Racquel and Zara, in other installments. The three of us, plus our friends Jennifer, Denyce and Tobi, form what we've christened "The Stiletto Club", so-named for ou...