I shook the metal door handle in frustration. It was another hot day in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and I couldn't believe the Marriott's outdoor pool was closed for the second day in a row -- the only day when I had a four-hour afternoon break. I was all suited up in my new black one-piece, hoping to relax poolside with a drink and get to know some of my fellow...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** The sun was beginning to wane and the fog which was ever-present at Frogwart's had begun to settle on the grassy field. It heavy and thick, making it hard to breath. It was even harder to breathe when you were tired and the sc...
Shelley was at work, not her usual shift in the bar, Roscoe's, but needs must when the mortgage is due next week. It was quiet, not how she liked it, as a busy bar meant the time passed quicker. Nevertheless, she busied herself with a bit of cleaning up, but once all that was done she had time for a little daydreaming. At forty-something, but far off the Bi...
Angie's Dream Angie was the vice president of manufacturing for our company. Even when she dressed to kill she appeared business-like and professional. It was only recently I had noticed her watching me in the break room during the afternoon break. Not that I minded, of course, who would mind a raven-haired beauty giving her the eye? We had just returned...
Sarah stood outside her flat. It was late in the evening and she needed fresh air. She hung over the railing listening to the noises of the town drifting in the air. She heard someone walking along the catwalk. Raising her head, she brushed her brown hair out of her face and saw Neomi, her neighbour walking towards her. "Hey. Neomi," Sarah waved. Neomi gru...
I walked into her office as I had every Thursday afternoon for the last few months. She greeted me with a smile, as I sat on her leather couch. I sank into it, while she continued to write things in files. I glanced around her office, noticing the art on the wall, as usual. I wondered to myself, is that what I think it is? It seemed to be of two women dancin...
Part 1 -- For Penny Authors Note: This is custom story written for a lovely woman who asked for a special story. The author dedicates this to her but wishes to share it with you as well. If you have the need or desire to have something like it for yourself or a loved one send the author a request through the feedback facility on Literotica. * "Brinnng, br...
We've all got secrets. And why shouldn't we? It's part of who we are. Having secrets simply means you're a normal person. Sometimes I will never apologize for. My name is Marguerite Alexandre Jean. I'm a five-foot-eleven, lean and athletic, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I teach History at Saint...
New York at the end of July. Few places on the earth are as hot and stifling. Those with money and time leave. Those with no other choice stay and work. I fell into the second category. I was 20 years old and in between my first and second year of college at NYU. I was working full time at a swanky restaurant downtown and had finally saved up enough money t...
Less then six months after interviewing Bridget Young for the New_Times, she announced her retirement from adult movies. She was at the top and this took the industry by storm. Except for that comment, she refused to do any interviews, except with me. With a passport in one hand and a note pad in, the other I was off to Amsterdam to interview Bridget once ag...