As I slid into the taxi, I heard Milene give the driver the address of her apartment. I knew approximately where the street she mentioned was and knew it would take us about fifteen minutes to get there. The driver seemed to be in his late thirties and I looked at his posted name tag. He had a middle-eastern name which I didn't even want to try to pronounce....
All in this story are aged nineteen and over. ***** During the period of these events I was aged nineteen, I had moved into a Bed-sitting Room in Ramsgate. Roberta, the Landlady, was probably nine or ten years older than I but I have to say, although she could have done with losing a few pounds, she was in pretty good shape, and as a lesbian, yes, I was in...
Missy and Karen had been friends for over 20 years. Now one of them was in need of someone who could be honest and supportive during this hard time. Missy’s long relationship with her man was over. Not just on the rocks, over. He was done with her. Karen had some time off from work and decided to cancel her original plans to go biking in the Sierra Foot Hill...
Today was the beginning of another slow week at the office. I worked as Secretary to the Managing Director for small Advertising Agency here in Barbados. My boss, Mr. David, had left for vacation last week, a two-month vacation. I generally loved when he was absent, for I had little or no work to do as I was his Personal Secretary and not the Company Secreta...
The contrast between the relative decorum of the dining room, and the sweaty depravity of the basement hit us the moment we went through the door, having first left our phones with the Receptionist. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I could see two women on leashes, being led around. They seemed, on a closer look, to be attired only in a collar and a skimpy...
They both stopped five feet in of me as I sat on the couch at seven at night. "Mom, Monica and I are just gonna hang out in my room." I looked at them as they held hands and stayed close. "Okay, Lexi," I replied, just before they both bolted. I paused the show and my eyebrows drifted down. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were having intimate rel...
This is the continuation of “Jill´s German Girl Toy” by Jillian69, a literotica friend´s story, so please read the first part there!!! Brief introduction and comprehension of Pt 1: “Jill, a successful power-woman of 50, meets a german girl of 28, that she got to know on the net, for the first time in germany. A very dominating seduction already starts at th...
Author's Note: This took longer than I thought it would, but I've been terribly busy, so my apologies on that. That said, this is it y'all! The finale. I hope that you're all pleased with it. This is the first time I'm actually finishing a story I've started, so that is another reason it took me longer. Endings aren't really my forte, but I'll keep trying an...
They say you should 'write what you know'. The setting for most of this story is the environment that I work in. Apologies if I use some jargon that you've never heard of (I've tried to explain most of it). Google is probably your friend :P If you're expecting a stroke story, stop right now and hit the 'back' button. This has a slow start, but the payoff i...
My father had got used to the idea: his daughter (that is, me), had REALLY "that" problem. But he was keeping acting with me the same way as before. As if I was always his little child. Bearing in mind the fact that I was not a child anymore. When I was really a little child there was my mother with us. And my father loved her, the same way as he loved me...