1. "Well my dear," he lifted her hand and kissed it gently, "we are at Gare St. Lazarre. This is the end of the line for us. Paris awaits!" Cecille smiled smartly with a definite twinkle in her eyes. "Indeed it does Royale. I shall miss you." "Ah but you needn't Ceci, you could come live with me forever as my private beauty to ravage at will." A laugh...
"Hey, Will....come in and have a seat and get comfortable," Keisha said as she opened the door wide stepping aside to let me into the crib. I noticed that she was wearing a shimmery yet sheer Dolce and Gabana baby doll dress. It was white fabric and somehow caught the flickering candlelight and reflected it, like amber colored diamonds were embedded in the w...
We had had 'The Talk' in the afterglow of that first evening of sex in our newly-revised relationship, less than a month before we exchanged vows. There is nothing more abjectly terrifying – for either person – than laying bare your soul at such an intimate level. He admitted his wants, needs, and desires; I reciprocated. He did, indeed, have a 'sissy' strea...
"Come on, Matt," Marni whined. "You still have an hour left before you're done. Just go in back and get a stack of each and put 'em on the floor. By the time that's done, your shift will be almost over." Matt turned and walked away from her without saying a word. He hated this fucking job. He was home from his freshman year in college and his parents made h...
"Kathy, will you marry me?" Chad was down on one knee holding up an open box with a diamond ring nestled inside. Dene had kept me upstairs on the pretense of helping her with her hair. That was pretty lame, so I knew something was afoot. I suspected Chad was setting up a way to "pop the question" but I didn't let on. We rounded the corner of the dining room...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells (WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY! Once you go Black, you don't go back...unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl/guy who...
It was a Friday night, fairly early in the evening in mid spring. There was a knock on the door, which in and of itself is unusual. I mean, I live alone, I am older, 52, and I have a cell phone. I went to the door and peeked out the window. I couldn't see well, but it looked like a young girl. I opened the door. "Hello?" "Bonjour, monsieur. I do not know i...
This is not something that actually happened to me, but everyday when I sit in class cocking my head to the side, biting my bottom lip and staring at my professor, this is the story I'm concocting in my head. This story has become very real to me. Real enough to make me break down and turn in my first literotica submission. This is not a wham, bam, thank you...
Disclaimer: This is a continuation of Jerry's afternoon with his sister Diane. It can be enjoyed (hopefully) as a stand alone tale, but plays a key part in his sexual evolution. I'm sure the fine restaurant chain mentioned in this story does not condone actions in their premises of the sort described. All characters in my stories are figments of my imaginati...
Another night, another club. Smoke tendrils in the lights of amps and spots; pitch black, shadows moving on shadows. I wrinkle my nose a little at the scent of piss in the stairwell, push through past the bulk of a sneering bouncer in a dark suit. There's a bar at this end of the room; within thirty seconds I have a drink pressed into my hands, numbingly col...