by BrettJ © 2011 No one she went to high school with would have recognized Frankie. She looked different, she acted different and her burning anger at the injustices of the world had disappeared. She didn't go looking for trouble; she was in control of her actions and had held a steady job for over 5 years. It wasn't some Joe-job either; Frankie worked at a...
The night after Petal was sold as a slave to Swat in Maria’s bar in Skala Eressos, and after a full day of Petal submitting to Swat’s every desire, Bb and Petal are handed their next Race Around The World envelope by Maria and Ingrid. The instructions read: Bid farewell to the pleasures of Lesbos, you are off to Turkey! You must catch the morning boat fro...
My name is Azizah Suleiman, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in Somaliland in 1989 and my family moved to the Confederation of Canada in 2000. This beautiful nation has been my home ever since, and I've grown fond of it. These days, I study criminal justice at Carleton University and...
The car sped through the quiet country roads. It was a black Audi, still shiningly new but the woman drove it as though she'd been part of it for her whole life, effortlessly taking it at speed through the twisty corners, gripping the corners like a professional racing driver. They'd driven like this ever since they'd left the railway station, the woman's ca...
This story follows after Learning Pleasure (https://www.literotica.com/s/learning-pleasure). Chronologically, it takes place immediately afterward. I have done my best to make this one readable without reading the first. I think many readers might appreciate the characters more, though, if they read Learning Pleasure before this. *** She reclined in regal...
The Ladies, Transladies, Gentlemen, Transgentlemen, and agendered people of the Queer Communist Party gathered on the thrift-store couches in the basement of their leader, Lenny, who stood, shifting her feet across the red painted concrete floor. "Comrades! You have nothing to loose but your chains!" she called to the ten or so people in the room....
When I was a senior in high school, I learned that literature is not simply a collection of books, dusty words separated from life, distant, ethereal, somehow higher or better than the real world. Literature, I discovered, is as immediate and real as dirt, or sweat. It was my advanced placement English teacher who gave me that knowledge, and for that preciou...
I STRONGLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU READ THESE ACCOUNTS IN THE ORDER I WROTE THEM. Charlene Williams has featured in a number of my earlier stories. She is a successful banker, an attractive thirty something, single woman and she buys sex. She gets a buzz from that and from the types of sex she buys. She has just received a significant promotion in the bank. Thi...
Chapter 5: The Scarlet Woman Cold aching muscles groaned as they slowly returned to life, while a slender hand reached up to rub the sleep out of beautiful green eyes. Shivering, the young woman pushed herself up from the chilly steel floor and rubbed her arms to encourage circulation. Her eyes closed, Butterscotch Fox breathed deeply and steadily as she co...
Note: Thanks Sasha and Carlie Collins for editing the work to make it presentable and acceptable to Literotica. ***** The change was very perceptible and even palpable. Fiona Morgan was travelling east, leaving the plains of the Indian heartland. She was a compulsive face turner wherever she happened to be, given her right proportions of curves. It was not...