Betty Conway walks into the living room to find her mother Kelly laying on the couch. She was clearly high as always. Betty just sighed and walk past her. Betty was carrying two suitcases in her hands. Kelly looks up to see her daughter leaving. "Betty? What you doing?" Asked Kelly. Betty stops cold. She turns to face her mother with misery and despair....
This was part of her job. Penny lounged by the pool on an outstretched chair. She wore a small bikini to get a nice tan. Since she was working, she kept her eyes and ears open to observe the environment. So far, this place was living up to the hype as being one of Miami's premier destinations for adults looking to unwind. Most of the clientele seemed like b...
Summary: Submissives are taught to say thank you with their tongues. Note 1: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the original idea for what turned out to be a very lengthy, complex story in the vein, I hope, of my 'Catching Mommy' series except without the incest (mostly). Note 2: Thanks to H.S., Robert, Sophia, Text Beethoven, and Wayne for editing. This is...
Angela and I had fallen into a comfortable routine by now. We lived 90 minutes away from each other and didn't see each other everyday, but we did talk everyday. And when we did need to see each other, it was easy to just get into the car and travel to the other. More and more people had now found out about us and it had somehow reached the public. I was un...
Prologue At a five-star luxurious hotel in the heart of downtown Montreal, Henri, the Head Concierge, is making sure that everything is perfect. As he entered the penthouse by opening the elegant 8-foot high stained solid core double doors, he can see Jacques, the Sommelier, putting away dozens of wine and champagne bottles on the wooden wine racks for the...
Heather was in a room full of women. The music seemed loud enough to shake the pictures on the walls, and Heather wasn't sure how long she could stand it. She liked music, but this was more horrendous noise than music, and she was certain she could feel the vibrations in her teeth. Butches were all over the place, wide, narrow, tall, and short. Three butche...
Veronique Angelus is the name. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned, voluptuous and big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. People constantly tell them I remind them of professional tennis player Serena Williams. That's cool because she's my idol. A strong Black woman. Just call me the ultimate tomboy. I'm a pre-med student at t...
Hey Guys! I've written 4 stories now and have thoroughly enjoyed expressing myself through writing out a few of my celebrity fantasies. Now that I've gotten over the stigma of writing and posting my personal fantasies for the viewing of others, I feel more confident, especially since you all seem to enjoy them. I've always been into Facebook and many of its...
Author notes You can skip to the story. This is all vanity stuff. This twisted tale is a Harlequin Romance on steroids, or perhaps, on aphrodisiacs. The next submission of this novella completes the story, but this portion stands on its own. If time is friendly, part two will find Literotica within two weeks. It's finished and needs the edits of grammar f...
My life was changing. I had been a moderately successful fashion model who had suddenly become a minor celebrity by having my head shaved and appearing as the ancient Egyptian queen Nefertiti in a series of ads and appearances about a new cosmetic line. For a few months I was almost an object of worship for those who were fascinated by my bald head. At firs...