When will the world finally allow us seemingly ordinary people to be free to be you and me, I wonder? Probably the day after never. My name is Minerva Tremblay and I'm a young French Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-eleven, lean and athletic but curvy, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, I look like a supermodel but I am a num...
It was certainly a party that would last until the morning. She had never been such the center of attention, but, being on the dance floor, and moving the way she moved, with her twin partners, there wasn't a man in the room who could stop staring enviously at those two men. They were all so passionate during the fast music, but it was the slower music that...
Cathy was a good Catholic virgin when we met. When we parted, she was still Catholic, at least on the surface. We met on a blind date arranged by mutual friends, Cliff and Sara. The four of us went to a drive in movie. I have no idea what was playing on the screen, but I remember well what was playing in the back seat of Cliff's Chevy. From the moment Cathy...
The old adage goes that the lady of the house always discovers everything that goes on in said house, sooner or later. I guess I should have remembered that. My name is Ahmed Suleiman and I'm a man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm twenty eight years old, and recently completed my MBA at the Sprott School of Business at Carleton Un...
[This is the second chapter of a story I began to write. But whoops! The first chapter, "The Poling," was rejected by Literotica because it focused too exclusively on a young man's being tormented with no redeeming erotic pleasure. I had figured to begin that with chapter 2. Perhaps if this comes first, then chapter 1, as part of the story, will be acceptabl...
© 11/19/03 All rights reserved to author Penelope Wright groaned as the alarm woke her up. She yawned herself awake thinking after last night, another five or six hours would be wonderful. She sighed as she stood and stretched and headed for the bathroom. Today was the day they would bury her husband. Everyone would feel sorry for her, thinking Christmas Ev...
He walked into the bar and looked around. As his eyes became accustomed to the low level of the lighting and he was able to see into some of the darker recesses of the place he saw her. She was sitting at a table in the back corner and she wasn't alone. But then he hadn't really expected her to be. The guy sitting next to her had his arm draped across her sh...
As the train pulled into Earls Court I counted the stops and calculated that we were far enough away from home and uni and everyone we knew to risk a kiss. Clearly Steve was thinking a similar thing, because as I moved in to kiss him he said, "I know I've said this already but... you really do look beautiful." I blushed. I kissed him softly and he kissed me...
I was setting at home last Saturday when I got a call from my nephew Jason around 5 or so. He asked if it was ok for him, his girlfriend Lisa, and her 18-year-old bother Ryan to come over that night. After the last get together at the cottage, I was sure he was up to something. I ask him what he had in mind. He tells me that they have something to announce t...
Note: this website does not encourage illegal activity. Prostitution is legal in some jurisdictions. Please check your local laws. * Every so often I get a note from someone, asking me how to get into the "business". It usually comes from a girl, late-teens, and I don't think the message is necessarily sincere, but it comes from a matter of intrigue. Unles...