**This story is inspired by true events. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. Except for that one chupacabra. But he's okay now. Don't forget to vote. Comments are cool, too. Public comments are even better. Okay, so just read the damn thing then.** * It was just another fall Friday afternoon. The birds were singing, the skies were gray...
Meet Zainab Osman, a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Zainab was born in the Canadian Capital to an immigrant family originally from the Puntland region of Somalia. Like many in her community, Zainab is a hard worker who's striving to move forward. She graduated from Carleton University with a criminal psychology degree in 201...
"STACY! S-T-A-C-Y." There I was again. Sitting in my black car in the scorching Florida heat with my window down, yelling at the guard to the gated community of Squire Hill. "I can't seem to find a Stacy here..." "I work for Sammy's Pet Care, Sammy is the owner. My name is Stacy." Every time I had to go to Squire Hill for a pet sitting gig, it was an...
I was awake half an hour before dawn, and went out onto the balcony to sit and think and watch the shadows of the ridge behind the hotel retreat off the bay and up the beach. It was very peaceful. Nobody was congregating on the lawn this morning. No voices were coming from the adjacent deck. Rain had chased away the songbirds but had since dispersed. The sil...
This is a sequel to the story "The Creation of Suzy Slut and Her Cuckold". The same disclaimers apply. You must read that story first, or this one will make no sense to you. Life Goes On: After we created Suzy Slut and Cuckold Bob at the initiation and the reconciliation dinner the following week, there were still relationships to work on. We would be see...
This will be the last day of my Husband's abominable life. After six years of a horrible marriage, during which He put me through Hell on Earth. I will finally have the opportunity to put Him out of My misery. Don'tcha love surprises? Two years before, after a string of my Husband's infidelities had brought Our marriage careening to the precipice of divo...
Abby had expected a third degree cross examination upon arrival back at the Combe Inn. But all Mary asked was. "Did you enjoy your few days away; the sea air must have been nice." Alerting Abby to the fact that James must have told at least one person where she was. In the bar that evening she saw Sam, who surreptitiously winked. Abby discreetly nodded, ackn...
Clay was already on the way to school by 7 a.m. he knew he would be early, but also knew it was better than staying home waiting on another full beer can to come flying his way, his body seemed to accent this thought by bringing his hand to the swelling bruise at the top of his jaw, when he pulled away, he glanced at his fingertips. "Least the bleeding stop...
Fetch your reindeer-adorned Cosby sweaters and pull up a seat, because it's time for a special Christmas episode of Literotica Sexual Theater 3000! The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow... *snicker* The season lends itself perfectly to erotica. Unfortunately, it also lends itself to really bad erotica. I've obviously been a very bad boy this year f...
[We first met Tony in "Disciplined for Peeping." He was 25 at that time. He is now 56.] Tony was moving into a retirement community. It had been more than a year since he buried his wife, Molly. Molly had died of cancer. She was only 56. Tony buried her next to Ronnie, their long time lover. On the other side of Ronnie was Walter, her husband. There was one...