There I was sitting in the stands of a roller derby bout. Who would believe it? Me, Alice Watson, a forty year old, mother of two, professional insurance adjuster sitting in the stands at a roller rink amongst the slobs, perverts and general lowest common denominators of society. I felt terribly out of place but I didn't care. It was where I wanted to be. Th...
Note: Welcome to the fourth of five chapters! As usual, I'm so appreciative of the response I received for the last chapter – lots of good feedback and constructive criticism. Thank you so much, and please keep it coming! I'm still "learning the ropes" so to speak, so knowing what you like and don't like is important to me. Again, this is a story about fict...
I've spent every Friday and Saturday evening over the last three months sitting at a small table near the corner of the stage at the Magic Dancer Club. I have a few drinks and enjoy the show as the various ladies strut their stuff on the big stage. It's a very nice club if you happen to be into exotic dancing. It's an upscale club with an affluent white-coll...
I took another reading off the compass Velcroed on the thwart in front of me, and changed sides on the paddle. My arms were feeling a little tired. I’d been paddling for almost an hour and the shore was coming up slowly. I veered a little to the side to round a point and hit the cove I was paddling for. The canoe hissed softly in the wonderfully blue water o...
"Hi Le, how are you this morning?" Though a little jealous, Paulette was always uplifted by the younger woman's constant cheerfulness. Practically bouncing in her seat, Le replied, "I'm fine thank you. I had orange juice this morning at the café by the canal watching the sun rise. How is your day going?" Paulette had started subtly flirting with Le. "You l...
Hard Nipples: My First Time Outdoors Some of my readers already know about Marion, who is my recent girl friend in real life. Marion learned to love the little stories I sometimes like to write and she also was turned on quite a lot by the two true stories about us I posted to Literotica ("Secret lesbian passion in desert" and "A show for Marion"). So we kn...
I first saw her at the pool the week after high school graduation. Two of my friends and I were there just to hang out, swim a little, and basically check out the guys. The three of us walked past the lounge chair where she was sitting and reading. I think I was the only one who noticed her, so after we were safely past I asked who she was. Nobody knew, and...
Chrissy Finds a Girlfriend Early in the morning, Chrissy slowly woke up. She had received a solid fucking last night. After multiple wet orgasms, her lover left, allowing her to have a deep, satisfying sleep. She finally raised out of bed, slowly walking into the kitchen to start her coffee maker. Sitting on her stool, waiting for the coffee pot to fill, s...
Women are stunning. Their ample breasts and gentle curves, soft skin and shining hair are the epitome of beauty. They inspired Da Vinci to paint and Alexandros of Antioch to sculpt. They can uplift the most down trodden spirit and lure even the purest soul to sin. Women are simple yet complex, innocent yet dangerous. I've always thought of women this way....
I still remember when I met the love of my life. The gorgeous Black woman of Haitian descent I would marry one fine day in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Ivy Saint Preux is her name. Six feet tall, lean and muscular, with jet-Black skin, and long Black hair braided into neat cornrows. Oh, and she also has big tits and a big round butt. A sexy Black godde...