Willa Pryce sat alone at an outdoor Café table along the beach. Today Nick Benson opted to challenge the nineteen year old bombshell in order to inspire him in writing a future chapter of his next bestseller. Today Willa wore a baggy button down nearly sheer white blouse that flowed barely over her torso. Worn lower were a pair of yellow shorts that crept...
My adrenaline was racing as I fumbled the cover charge money I was handing to the bouncer. Once inside, I looked for Kristin and spotted her just as she rounded the corner from the front bar back into the seating area where the southern rock band was just getting started. This was the night I had waited for months to come around, where she and I played "pick...
You try growing up black in an all-white town. Pet, exotic species, freak of nature...The pity is worse than the hostility. Especially from the women. But I learned early on how to take advantage of it. I got into some major shit in Sixth Year. There was a fight, me and Boothman, a farmer kid. He nearly lost an eye. The cops got called in, the school chapl...
Stacey as ever was concerned and gentle and had little difficulty teasing the story out. She was saddened but not really shocked and had warned Parker that her wild antics would get her hurt one day. Parker did not mention her dad. Stacey ran Parker a bath and gently washed the girl. Parker looked soft and vulnerable. "Oh, Stacey," she sobbed, "I've been so...
Dear anonymous Literotica fan - thank you for kind words last January. They were deeply appreciated and inspired me to keep writing-including this story. Look for future work under the pseudonym Sugar Stone. ***** He was a beautiful man. Ask Petra if you don't believe me. She was there. It was unseasonably hot, time was short on the van rental, and the lo...
I opened my mail and had an invitation to a wedding shower that was for a friend of mine; not that close though, by a closer friend to her. It was to be in May before a June wedding. I went to the wedding shower and after all the presents were opened along with a few drinks and laughter, the buzzer rang. The host opened the door and hugged a black guy. Two...
The autumn morning light was shining through the blinds of our bedroom. Lying alongside me was my lovely wife of 22 years. I watched as she continued to sleep, her chest softly rising and falling. I gazed upon her with love and awe. I have always considered my self very lucky to have won such an incredibly beautiful and devoted woman, not to mention one so s...
This story is entirely fictional - NONE of the email addresses are real- any similarities to persons living or dead are entirely coincidental. * Jim had everything going for him. He had just turned 30. He had a beautiful, California girl, type fiancée with whom he had just bought his first home. He was about 6 feet tall and had a nicely built body, with a...
Chapter Four The Next Valentine's Day "I'm ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille," said Monica haughtily leaning against the balustrade looking nothing like Gloria Swanson for whom she supposedly emulated. For one she was too tall and lithe, not the petite silent movie star. Secondly she was way too young. And, perhaps most importantly, she dressed in a sheer...
Sometimes in a person's life, it's not the things they do they end up regretting, it's those things they don't do that end up haunting them. Such was one thing that almost happened in the summer before my senior year of high school. Her name was Crystal, my neighbor across the street, and absolutely gorgeous. 5 foot 10 inches tall, long blonde hair, blue eye...