Hey Literotica. This is my first every entry, I hope those of you who read it, enjoy it. Please, when you have finished, post me some feedback. It is the only way I can improve. I will be writing the next in the series when I have some feedback, so please rate my story. I hope you enjoy it. All characters are obviously of the legal age and are based on true...
Author's Note: This is a mainstream rewrite of my story, Look Good Naked. For those of you who have drifted across from the deep end, thank you for the support, but you won't find anything new here. *** I emptied my glass, allowing the velvety smooth liquid to envelop my tongue. The rich aroma filled my nostrils, before that all too familiar burn comforta...
This story seems to be developing into at least five chapters, maybe more. This second part focuses on the immediate hours after the events of Part 1. Be warned; there's less graphic sex in this chapter but it does set up the story for more of the hot stuff later on in Parts 3, 4 & 5, although from a different angle. If you're not interested in reading anyt...
This part is based on true events occurring many years ago. The new flatmate is a pretty young thing called Ashley. We had advertised for someone to share our home with us. The first few weeks we had received a few replies. A number of potential flatmates have visited but no one that special appeared. We were not looking for any couples but singles, male or...
3: Stress Relief It was early morning and Kally came home to a room strewn with clothing. One thing that she especially notices is that there are buttons lying on the floor. 'Hmmm, looks like Joy had fun with her date. I'll have to get the juicy details out of her later,' thought Kally as she walked towards the kitchen. When Joy woke up with the weak dawn...
Rick stifled a yawn. He had just come off a double shift on the IT help desk at the company where he worked and he was dog tired. It was a thankless job; he was constantly being yelled at by executives so inept he wondered how they managed to switch on a kettle. They possessed a seemingly infinite capacity to screw up their computers, and then blame it on th...
I'm rather insecure. It's my looks. I don't have an hourglass figure, for example. My hips look like they belong on a man. It's called "slim hips" and women runners have them. I just call them ugly hips. My face is not especially pretty and my hair is in a permanent Jewfro, the type of tight curly hair Jews get that resembles genuine afros. On Blacks it can...
"Now you know why Caribbean men have so many children!" He leaned back, clearly proud of himself. The woman had the decency to look like she enjoyed his attempts. After all, he had paid for dinner, for entry into the club, for all of her drinks and for the hotel room. And, as he was so generous with his wallet, she figured it would be nice of her to be gene...
Maggie's teachings were what led to my next encounter. Having moved from sorting freight for the courier company to driving vans just before getting together with Maggie saw me working longer hours, earning lots more money and being exposed to the wide world of women. Maggie was always encouraging me to explore opportunities; she jokingly said that I needed...
Tomorrow, Valentine's Day, I'd be leaving the UK for Italy, at least for a few years, maybe longer. I'd accepted a three-year junior lecturer position at the Università di Roma, and if it led to an extension or even a tenured post then goodness knows when I'd next be back in England for anything but a flying visit. I should have been happy. I should ha...