INTRODUCTION The Seven Days are a collection of seven one-chapter stories involving fantasies and role-playing with a personal flavor. These are my personal wish lists that I wished I had lived out before I had gotten married. So sit back and enjoy. MONDAY: Law & Order TUESDAY: Mile High Club WEDNESDAY: Forbidden Fruit THURSDAY:...
I was standing in the middle of my room toweling off when suddenly my door opened. My wife's grandmother walked in looking around aimlessly until she saw me. "That's nice," she said looking at my dick. I quickly covered myself with my towel. I looked at her incredulously. She had been a handful from the moment she arrived. Let me explain. My wife's grand...
"Are you kidding Ben, girls do not drink and drive," I said. "Guys get drank, then get behind the wheel and drive into accidents, they do that at eighteen and at twenty five. A young lady takes one drink, seeps it for the whole evening, then goes to sleep. We girls should be allowed to drink once we turn eighteen." "So much for gender equality, Jenny," Ben...
"The myth about all Saudi Arabian people being rich is just that, a myth, I mean, if you believe that, then explain to me how come everyone in Canada isn't rich," Fawza Fetieh said, and the young Saudi woman tried not to roll her eyes as she and her co-worker Ali Diallo cleaned the CRA building located on Laurier Street in downtown Ottawa. It was after hours...
Angela Baron smiled as she walked to the door. Finally, her friends were there and the party was about to start. For the last time, she checked herself in the mirror. What she saw pleased her. At the age of twenty, this brown-skinned chick stood six feet tall, chubby but sexy, with a voluptuous body, large breasts, thick legs, wide waist and huge, round butt...
Jungle Love, or The Silk Scarf Interludes Turning and turning in the widening sunlight, Saxby Chambers tossed her suitcase on the white matelass coverlet of the bed, and opened the louvered shutters opening onto the porch. Her bungalow was perfect, isolated by a winding gravel path and opening onto a rainforest view of hundreds of brilliantly colored butter...
Hell, I never did really believe much in life after death. I guess the idea sounded a bit like hope to me, so I have to admit to being surprised when I did find out. But my first surprise was I never even saw the truck coming. Fact is, I was looking across the street at this sweet young thing's ass. The skirt she had on came down just barely to the bottom...
OK, this is after a long lay-off. It's been awhile since I found time to write without disturbances and distraction. Now this happens just today. I got a lot of e-mails after writing 3 stories to Literotica and suffice to say most of them wanted to get into my knickers. So there was this caucasian from Australia whom I've been corresponding with for the pa...
Thomas Pierre Calvary is the name that fate and family saw fit to give me, but T.P. is what my friends call me. I was born in the town of Boston, Massachusetts, to a Haitian father and Ethiopian-American mother. I know, it's not exactly a mix you hear about every day, that's for sure. My parents themselves, Jean-Pierre Calvary and Elisabeth Melkamu come from...
My name is Darshana Parvati Singh. I was born and raised in the City of Bhopal, Capital of the Indian Province of Madhya Pradesh. I've always been different from others ever since I could remember. As a young woman in the Republic of India, I've always had the feeling that my destiny lay elsewhere. My father Raju Singh always encouraged me to pursue my dream...