And so, the ladies had settled their argument. Madame was staying and I was going to serve her, if I wanted or not... Madame was clearly aware of my discomfort with this situation. She closely watched the expressions on my face while she talked to Mistress. Mistress had left the room to fetch a stepladder for elderly Madame which she needed to climb the thro...
Though I had a youthful body, and younger men found me alluring, on the inside I was old with experience, and just the slightest bit tired. I had been serving my parish now for a long time. I began to be aware that the time for my retirement was approaching in a few years, so I felt I ought to concentrate on older men. I wanted to be sure, when it was time f...
Of the many categories of stories Literotica writers can post their work to the audio story is probably the most difficult. While the writing of the story is not too difficult, the writer should remain aware that this will be a performance piece. If you are writing and recording a poem, the length normally will be short which should make the actual r...
[This is the subsequent chapter to the ongoing story with the same name about an Indian housewife. Through means fair or foul, Asad has almost molded Komal to the stage where she is flung into a turmoil, torn between revulsion and reception. Till, finally, she takes a decision that would change her life forever. The first two chapters were included under th...
Bruce was walking towards the senate chamber when his cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number. He stopped and said, "Hello." "This is Kathy, how are you?" Surprised, he asked, "Where are you?" "I'm in Mississippi. I didn't want to take the chance of calling you at home and didn't know your flight schedule. I knew I'd catch you now. My father had a...
As Salaam Alaikum, dear friends. My name is Suleiman, and I'm a Haitian Muslim brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. You don't find a lot of Haitian Muslims out there but I am one of them. I converted back in the summer of 2015, from a Christian background. Life has been okay in the few years since my conversion. Just a big and tall young Black man...
Disclaimer: This one is much shorter, and it doesn't go very far. But I've sat on probably six or seven versions of this story over the past few years, never releasing any of them. I'm unhappy with how "Arthur" was written, so I've tried to rewrite that unsuccessfully, and as many drafts of follow-ups as I've tried to write, I'm not all that happy with those...
All of the people and names included are fictitious. None of these people existed either now or in 1862. ***** I included both of these letters together as they were dated together. ***** The names and addresses have been changed to protect reputations of the descendants. ***** Hazel Park E..., Virginia Saturday May 10th, 1862 Major Hastings Regiment...
Carla awoke as the sun streamed through the apartment window. She stretched, rolled up on one elbow and looked down at the sleeping Darryl and beyond to their lover, Leanne. Last night had been rather surprising. Though the assault on Darryl had gone off exactly as planned, Carla's reaction to it was, in the morning light, not what she'd expected. The "prob...
"Hiya luv" she shouted as she approached the entrance gates. She was wearing a gaudy purple, full-length dressing gown yet her face seemed to be made up ready for a night out. She was pretty though. "I'm Stella an' you must me Rob" she announced as she held out her hand. I was quite taken aback by how forward she was but there was definitely something abou...