Clarence looked at Katherine in surprise. "What did you say?" Katherine looked up and said, "What?" "I asked what you said when I said that maybe I should have Jazmine come over and have her way with you. It sounded like you said, 'Maybe you should.' Is that what you said?" Katherine was trapped. That will teach her to speak without thinking first. "I don...
Notes: 1) This is a non-erotic urban fantasy story that spun up in my head. 2) If you see this anywhere but Literotica it isn't supposed to be there. 3) It has short chapters so I'm posting it in chunks. ***** Four Caimrael was watching with a mix of pleasure and dismay as the dispeller left Cehrael's side. 'The best they have' was what Ezenach had said,...
III An Englishman's Home Phil 2103 Phil hated the long drive home from Warwick Business Park to Ashton Lovelock. Not until the gates to the town were shut close behind him and he was once again under the protection of the most advanced and modern security technology that money could buy did he feel safe. No terrorist or vagrant could trespass the gated com...
My name is Lionel. I'm a tall, good-looking, nineteen-year-old black man. A mocha-skinned, curly-haired, pretty-faced brother who routinely makes heads turn. That's just me, babes! I live in Boston and I'm an easy-going, fun kind of guy. Many people would call me a thief and a liar. I choose to think of myself as an entrepreneur. The kind of man who grabs an...
The next morning, Mattie took a long bath, shaved her smooth tanned legs and dressed in her usual short tight skirt and blouse. She spent the day typing reports in her computer and sending them to the appropriate insurance companies. At 5:30, she freshened her makeup and finished just as Lance walked in her office door. "You look great, Mattie," he said whi...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote. * There's no one here but us. Tell me. Do you wish you were rich? If you're not already rich, do you wonder why you're not rich? Why "them" and not "you"? Listed below are SusanJillParker's miscellaneous ramblings of things that are not right and/or not fair with the biggest issue being money. MONEY. M-O-N-E-Y....
Hi guys, this is my first story, and hopefully not my last. I have yet to decide whether to continue this story or leave it as is, I left it open ended. Your comments will decide whether to continue or not. I would like to thank my wife for her editing. She is not a member, but is a great support. Enjoy. April 30, 1972 Heather Brookes looked up from wher...
The clouds over the lake were low and slate gray and threatening. There would be something cold and wet falling from the sky before the night was over, and Lia reminded herself to keep a careful eye on Peter Bessinger and be sure to leave when he did. She didn't want to be out in the sleet on Michigan Avenue at one in the morning looking for a cab, not in th...
ANOTHER DAY WITH HIS WANK IN HIS WRIST,OUR BASIL Basil rubbed his cock slowly, going up and down, sitting in the public restroom. Between the memories of Lindy teasing him last night and his curvaceous students at Western State Commonwealth Women's College. Then, after seeing a jogger with legs that went to Miami, Basil had had to cut off the road to drop...
I watched her from the shadows, unseen, unnoticed. She has grown up in the four years since we first met. Then she was a skinny twelve year old with braces, now a beautiful young adult. Four years ago I was homeless, sleeping on park benches and begging for handouts. Unless you have been homeless yourself you have no idea how demoralizing it is. Dirty and h...