My first submission, dedicated to silkstockinglover. Her postings on other sites led me to Literotica. Long wind-up, hope you enjoy! * Rebecca was exhausted. She had just finished her final high school gymnastic competition, and probably her last ever. At eighteen, she was about to graduate from high school, and had no hopes for an athletic scholarship in...
That special night, with the banquet, the English poet, Will, and what had occurred between myself and my beloved Jess, afterwards, lived long in my mind. As things transpired, it was the map to the future that, at that time, I could not have imagined. The English would not return to Istanbul for three months. By then the potential heir to the Empire, the s...
Hey, there. My name is Heather. I'm a short, slim, blonde-haired and green-eyed white chick living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a student at Carleton University, majoring in business. I'm also a closet lesbian who's into some wicked fun. What kind of fun am I talking about? The unique fun of taking a strong, modern-day Black woman and enslaving her se...
Aunt Fiona wasn't really my aunt, but mum always referred to her that way, she was actually a distant relative whom had always been close to the family. I hadn't seen her for ten years, since I was eleven and she was twenty-one. She owns a successful clothing company in jolly old England and was moving back to Australia to branch out; which meant she would b...
As I lay in my bed trying to drift off my phone lights up so I lean over to pick it up. I look at the screen and it says I have a message from an unknown number. I open the message and it says, "Hey, we need to talk." I reply, "Hi? Do I know you though?" A few minutes later my phone goes off so I open the message and it says, "My name is Deavon. You only...
Author's Notes: This story was inspired by the song Like We Used To by A Rocket To The Moon. I want to thank my editors, one of my best friends, Cassy and LaRascasse. Please vote and comment. Any comments would be appreciated. ******* Life changes after school, there was never anything to deny that. It just depended whether it changed for the better or t...
A Bit Rough "Now that's what I'm talking about," said a woman named Nova, to whom I'd just been introduced. She was one of four other ladies of color seated in Naomie's living room when I arrive that night. She was dark skinned and shorter than me. She walked around me several times examining my presence. "Yeah, Naomie, you picked yourself a hot little piec...
The wedding went off splendidly, and I was now, to Daddy and Mummy's satisfaction, Lady Cynthia Fortescue-Smythe, though of course everyone continued to call me Pixie. Archie was tall and quite handsome. As the second son of the Duke of Monmouth he stood to inherit a tidy packet, and with an income of £10,000 a year and homes in Belgravia and Hampshire, was...
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...
It was paradise. Sun, and clean, white, empty sand beaches for miles and miles. The tourists would arrive once a week, by boat, from the capital, some 40 minutes away across the estuary. There was a rough track through the jungle, and people and stores could come that way if the sea was too rough, but it needed a good four-wheel drive to negotiate the mud an...