Pumping it up, for a sweet, sweet victory This series is a collaboration with KatieTay. The first three chapters appear in her library. This one fits thematically more into my library. She deserves all the credit for the quality of the writing. I accept all the blame for the topics. ***** I moaned into my pillow. Judith was straddling my lower back while...
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I reminded her of how nice Phil had been at their dinner-date. "Oh yeah" she said. "I do have that date on Saturday with him." By the weekend the abrasions on her face and her breasts, caused by Paul's beard, were pretty much gone, she felt better about that. Phil, mild mannered, funny, nerdy Phil, sounded very safe - probably, we both thought, not rig...
**This story was written with input from curl4ever, who has a good library of similarly-themed stories right here on Literotica. Check them out!** ***** "And so," I said, concluding my speech, "we are very proud indeed to be at the forefront when it comes to helping the next generation of STEM talent - that's all of you here today. To this end, our Institu...
Foreword Maria is an existing person, whom I still meet today. However, we see each other more rarely now than at the time of our activities in an oratorio choir. My amorous adventures with Maria never took place in reality. But, while writing the first chapter, it became clear that I had not yet reached the end of my fantasies. Still, I did not want to c...
The life of a black man living in the United States of America is never easy. Trust me, I know. It's one of a few things I can truly speak of with experience. However, it can be done. No need for bitterness when faith, courage and intelligence can get us through most of life's tribulations. Let no one tell you otherwise. My name is Jackson Saint Michel and t...
by Micaela Reynolds as told to BrettJ © 2009 Because of the nature of our club, we have to be careful. Paul and the entire clan make sure security is tight, that our Members understand the rules and that their invited guests can be equally discreet and they understand the boundaries we establish. One of the most important is "No means no !" On only on...
Author's Note The is a true story based entirely on my experiences over this past summer but everyone's names have been changed. ***** I was looking forward to my internship at an advertising firm in California after Sophomore year and, living in the golden state during the summer would be a dream come true, especially considering that I'd be away from...
Here's where it started. Note: Everyone in this story is over the age of 21. All people are of legal age. It was the end of summer and a few days before college started back. I went to this this bar I frequented. I enjoyed people watching. How they act react, and behave in a social situation. Not to sound like a typical cliché, but that i saw the hottest g...
My name is George Des-Rameaux. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Northern Haiti, and raised in the town of Miami, crown jewel of the State of Florida. I have a tale to tell, ladies and gentlemen. I'm ashamed to say that for most of my life, I was one of those Black guys who disrespected Black women. It all began when this cute Black gal rejected my adva...