Thanks to the (anonymous) author who reached out to me and did an AMA (Ask me Anything) interview to turn my real-life experience into a story. His excerpts below.. Beginning: Interest in Jaazmin (aka Jaaz) One night in one of Literotica's chat rooms, two guys started to discuss their latest fancy hobby, their views and fantasies about an amateur that shar...
Chapter 2: "Oral Invasion" "Da fuck is goin' on in there?" Donk shook his head at the scene visible through Kitty's open bedroom window. The two of them were on the roof outside Kitty's room and were watching the pathetic scene inside. "Fuckin' whiteboy be cryin' like a bee-otch!" Toad chuckled. "Well, damn, yeah, with a little whiteboy babydick like that...
Thanks to charrla again for editing the story so well. I'll still continue to post in "loving wives" despite the bad reviews. "Here is your coffee" said Selvam the milkman to the higher-caste beauty who waited for him, partially undressed, in her marital bed. Kayal slowly sat up in bed, took the cup, and started drinking. When she got up, she didn't bother...
Stoneard fell within two days. Anduin and the void elves arrived at night and clad in spells of darkness in the murky swamp, they surrounded the fortress unseen. Then purple spellwork lit up the night as the entire perimeter turned into one large summoning circle, led by Xal'atath herself. Void Walkers soon spilled out of tears in reality. Drops of non-exist...
"JD, get in here!" my boss shouted down the hall. "Oh shit," I thought to myself. "What's this about?" My boss, Mr. Isabell to his face and Izzy behind his back, had earned his reputation as a prick. Turnover was much higher than it should be at a small insurance agency in a moderately sized town. Nevertheless, he was the boss and I needed this job, so I...
ผี "I told you, Jeff, I'm a skeptic." "I've traveled the world, been to the sites of war crimes, genocides, murders, hotel fires, and I've not once, NOT ONCE seen a ghost." "My offer still stands. One million dollars to anyone who can prove to me that ghosts exist." "Look, Mr. Palmer..." "Call me 'Jay,'" he interrupted. "Jay, you didn't get to be a w...
December 14, 1987 Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian -- at least not while in a lover's company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she ofte...
This is the last instalment in the 'London, 2020' series. Thank you for reading. +++ "So, Callie. Did you look in my wallet?" Shit. I consider a few answers. Yes. No. What wallet, Kris? In the meantime his gaze steadily holds mine, as second after second ticks by. He's not afraid of the silence, but I can match him for that. Another second. And another....
Orren had no idea how long he slept but the next time he woke up he felt well enough that he wanted to tend to his property. Ephenome opened her flower completely and he reluctantly kissed her goodbye and stepped down onto the grass. His clothes were piled there waiting for him with his amulet on top. He put the amulet around his neck and looked down at him...
Maurice and Miriam Smith had it all or so it seemed. They were the epitome of the typical young upwardly mobile professional couple as known as 'yuppies.' They had been high school sweethearts and attended the same state university. While Maurice played around some in college and joined a fraternity, Miriam probably would have joined a sorority but money was...