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The first time I laid eyes on Catherine Brown, I knew I just had to have her. The five-foot-ten, lean and athletic, absolutely gorgeous young Black woman who joined the Saint William University Varsity Cheerleading Squad simply took my breath away. We've got Asian, Hispanic and Arabic girls on the Cheerleading Squad but Catherine is the very first Black woma...
Lena lay on her back, down on the king-sized bed of the hotel. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. What stared back at her was not what she expected. Instead of seeing a tall, slim Irishwoman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes, she saw a disheveled woman screaming and moaning like a common whore as a massive black man buried his gigantic cock i...
This is my first submission to Literotica. Any comments are appreciated, and further chapters of this are planned, as well as several other stories I've been working on for a while. ____________________________ It was a hot, humid summer morning in early August when I decided to go to the local amusement park. Since all my friends were at work, I got in th...
I wish I could say I played coy, or hard to get, but that would be an outright lie. Sparks flew between us the moment we saw each other. Three years of nothing but harmless e-mailing, suddenly burst into a cloud of smoke, and left us virtually naked before each other. I had fallen for his smile, and his quiet personality. He carried a sense of mystery around...
Margaret sat quietly at the small computer desk in the corner of the spare bedroom. She stared at the screen of the laptop. At the same time, she listened intently to the sound of her husband's breathing in the adjacent master bedroom. His slow, rhythmic pace signaled to her that he had finally fallen into a deep sleep. The Internet browser was opened to a...
It was 3:27 a.m. and I was sleeping fitfully at the firehouse. For the 9th time this shift, I was jolted awake by a dispatcher sounding the loud, distinct tones used to notify us of a medical emergency. I never sleep well here. Maybe it's got something to do with knowing I'm gonna be the first one in if the gates to hell suddenly swing open. Anyway, I got u...
He sat in his favorite chair looking out across the place that he called home. For some reason, he couldn't escape the melancholy mood that was part of his nightly routine. Even tonight with no one else at home and time to think, his thoughts wandered to one place and one place only. It had been beautiful out that day. The air was cool, the sun was setting...
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, to find my sweetie, Amina Alzahrani, either crying or tossing and turning. That's when I know for sure that she's dreaming of her old life in Yanbu, Saudi Arabia. As liberated as my sweetie says she is, I can see in her eyes that Amina is still haunted by the country and people she left behind. Those nightmares...
"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle." Lewis Carroll "To destroy is always the first step in any creation." ee cummings She asks the wrong questions... Often, she feels the need for names, for boundaries. She pushes to find reason in madness, clarity in passion. Creation lacks comfort, transformation is painful. I answer her questions with...