Please enjoy! Feel free to send me any comments or questions. This is just the first chapter in a potentially longer piece. * * * * * The Surplus Women or Foreplay During Wartime April 5th, 1945 Kristiane Becker walked away from the noisy marketplace, with her canvas bag filled to the brim with groceries. It was a beautiful spring morning, and the sun sh...
Nydia's boots made a rather strange sound as I plunged my cock into her ass from behind. Ninve wasn't kidding about her fetish for wearing them, not that I had any complaints. It was funny to know that this proper Mormon girl had such naughty fantasies and ideas, but she did so, much to my delight. I wouldn't want a serious deal with her, however, since she...
Tyson had never seen anyone like her before. She looked like a gothic angel. She was leaning over the railings of the subway platform. She had a beautiful figure. She was small to medium height and slim in just the right places. Tyson looked her over from head to foot. She was wearing black, knee-high leather boots and fishnet stocking over her bare legs. He...
I asked for help from the list of editors at Literotica. SexySoBeChick was more than helpful. Not only did she edit this manuscript, but she also gave me lots of pointers on how to make all my stories better. This is my first attempt at applying her suggestions. I hope you enjoy the results. Sincerely, Don Grampa * * * * * "Oh God, I can't do this," Emily...
My name is Stephen Prophet and I am a rather adventurous man who's led quite a life and has a fantastic story to tell. Though I may be young, I've lived quite a life. Academically, socially and sexually, I've often been known to push the envelope. In high school, I was the first Black male to become Valedictorian in decades. In college, I was the Class Presi...
Thanks to RNebular for his editing skills. It makes an easier read when someone else proofreads my work. His skills are of a tremendous help. This is a short story of the life of a Bastard. That would be me. Not much dialogue in the story but a humorous rendition of a guy that could not keep it in his pants. Learning the hard way that maybe he really was a...
I have written many times here about my experiences as a professor of English at a small New England college and a few experiences about my life after that. But I also had several interesting experiences as a high school English teacher before I became a college professor, and this is one of those. Every high school has its pair of star-crossed lovers, the...
We all have fantasies, I guess. It’s part of what makes us human, is it not? As a pious Muslim sister who wears the hijab, I am certainly no different. My name is Raya Mamadou and I was born and raised in Adel Bagrou, a small town on the southeastern arm of the Islamic Republic of Mauritania. My father Saleem Mamadou is a member of the Afro-Mauritanian nobil...
I checked all round the boat slowly, so as to give Kate plenty of time to prepare. I had put a multi-pack of condoms down in the sleeping area earlier as a hint in case she would prefer us to have safe sex and she would have seen it by this time (as I had meant her to). She had told me that she had been faithful to Chuck for the last three years, and she kne...
Power throbbed in the air, making it heavy, sensual even. Vines crawled along the walls making a lace veil for ancient stone. The layout was just as she remembered; a vestibule that stepped down into the main room, a hundred strides long, fifty wide, columns every ten feet down either side. Windows, devoid of covering, let in a breeze that pushed the air acr...