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...
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...
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...
Six different body types of friends arrived at the Fair grounds around three o'clock on a summer evening. Vicky and Parie shared an inexpensive cab ride to the B section of the Fair grounds. While Vicky and Parie struggle to gather cab fare equally among one another. A grey 97 Mazda 626 LX sedan pulls up beside a pregnant obese teen slurping down a pickle-...
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...
There are times when there is no time, when it isn't just the urgent need between my legs which is the imperative. When the only chance for satisfaction is fast shameless action. Move now or it is gone forever. *** The Brits gave the world railways. Not just in the inventing sense - I studied enough economic history to know that it was Brit capital that fi...
Note 1: This is a work of fiction and the characters depicted herein are purely figments of my own imagination; any resemblance to any other persons, real or fictional, is entirely coincidental and unintended. Note 2: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. Although entirely fictional, the characters are all over...
There is so much fun to be had in the world of sexual play. Seriously. My name is Nina Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I love Black women. I've always been into them. Caucasian chicks don't do anything for me. When I came out as queer in college, I w...
It was never a fantasy of mine, when going to the cinema alone, to leave it any way but alone. If I went to a party, or a bar, or even a sports meet, it was always with that spark of possibility that something would happen. Some attractive stranger would step out of the crowd and whisk me away. Occasionally it even happened. But the cinema was a treat for i...
As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Amina Khalid, and I'm a young Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study at Algonquin College, and these days, ladies and gentlemen, life simply couldn't be better. I recently discovered that I am a lesbian, a fact that I am slowly learning to accept. There are many women like me in the Mu...