Flicking through a celebrity gossip magazine, Melissa Webb reclined back on a pink leather cushioned chair, waiting for the Senior Hair Stylist to become free. Her appointment was supposed to be ten minutes ago, but Salon 404 seemed to be busier than the usual Thursday afternoon. Cheerful pop music and chatter between the staff and clients filled the air...
Fred squirmed uncomfortably beside the big black man. They were perched high up on a white lifeguard chair scanning the water. It wasn't that Fred disliked blacks, it was just that the man was so big he took up most of the chair forcing Fred to sit on his left ass cheek. Plus, he was jealous. Booker was huge. Not only was he built like a Mr Universe contest...
Sometimes, a man just has to start over. He's cruising along, enjoying life, and suddenly he's face down in the mud. That kind of thing changes a guy. If he's lucky, things turn out for the best. * * * * * Frank, the division manager, called me into his office. He and I had gotten fairly close over the years. My wife, Julia, and I had gone out to dinner wi...
A/N: This fic takes place in modern New Earth continuity, in which Tim Drake is over 18. Reed looked like he was getting an eye exam—the apparatus mounted on his head, double-barreled, either reel of eyepieces spinning independently while headphones... originating from below, their earpieces jutting up from a chest-mounted 'backpack'... played discordant...
I came across an old souvenir last night. I was packing up to move into my new house when I found an old postcard - a faded picture of a perfectly white beach with translucently turquoise water. “Cancun” was written in the lower right corner. I flipped it over and read my message from what must be over a decade ago. “Dear Mom and Dad, How are you doing? I...
It was a hot day outside, and the gulf air was hot and sticky and humid. I felt my cotton shirt clinging to me with sweat, which had soaked through my clothes and made my jeans feel like they were made out of lead. I glanced at the cloudy sky overhead and wished it would rain, if only so that some of the humidity might evaporate. I wiped my forehead with th...
I. Introduction. Those of you who have read my submissions know they are not fantasy stories about wild sex orgies or sleeping with all your relatives. Instead I write about unusual events that actually happen to me. I am a 40 something year old strawberry blonde "girl next door" type with natural 36C cup breasts who runs about 12 miles a week, and who pas...
Betty Johnson could tell by the pounding at the sides of her head that this was going to be a two Valium night. It was 7:30 pm, and she was still in the office. Sometimes she would look up at the clock, see how late it was, and wonder whatever could have possessed her to become a lawyer. She had worked hard for her degree, unlike many of her colleagues. It...
Since we met in the summer, it was somehow appropriate, befitting to the season and to the warm temperatures that we should part in the summer. Only, this time, the weather had changed for the worst and there was a significant difference in the climate. Even though the day of our meeting and the day of his departure had similar temperatures approaching 90 de...
Authors Note: Thank you all for enjoying The Lesson. This sequel was written, in part, to extend the story for the many readers who enjoyed the first installment. If you haven't had the pleasure yet, you can view it here: http://www.literotica.com/s/the-lesson-36 Thank you again, and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. * The p...