Chapter 2: The Demon Lover Note to reader: This is the second story in a series about a woman called Kitty and her sexual awakenings. While it is quite possible to read it as a stand-alone story, I would recommend that you first read "Kitty Gets Naughty" to appreciate who this character is and the people and events that shape her experiences. The idea for t...
What's up dear readers? The name is Mariam Hanaffi and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the environs of Nepean, Ontario, but my family hails from the town of Mogadishu, Somalia. My brothers Ahmed and Ali and I were raised in Canada's Capital region. Until the day I die, I will forever be the daugh...
The next day finds the doctor up and about his business long before the others stir. Let them enjoy some private moments together before they regret letting him into their pact for a night. He did not imagine his deflowering this way, but then he never imagined it happening at all. Investing in a relationship never seemed worth the effort, and he always, r...
The thirtyish-something couple entered the trendy Knoxville café on a sunny, spring Tuesday. It was a little after 1:30, and the lunch crunch had eased so there was ample seating. The woman steered them to one of the tables along the side window that looked out over the adjacent pedestrian square. The window was heavily tinted which blocked the bright aftern...
original story: Scipio continuation: RogueAlan Chapter 18: Back to Work, It's Spring Break A: Workin' For a Livin' Sharon braced her hands on the top of her station, fingertips against the base of the mirror as she let her head drop to the table top. She arched her back, stretching, and then gently tilted her hips, groaning softly at the protesting muscl...
Whatever life holds in store for me, one thing I know for sure. People who don't keep their word aren't worth keeping. Doesn't matter if your relationship with them is work-related, school-related or romance of some sort. Trust me on that one. My name is Stevens, and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. I moved...
Note: This is more of a literary exercise, however there is an erotic scene or two. Also to you who have not read D.H. Lawrence's "Lady Chatterley's Lover" do so, and not just for the "fuck scenes" dp * * * * * "Professor Donovan?" Constance called out to her English Literature professor as he turned into the hallway in front of her. The young tall dark be...
MaryAnn had retreated to her haven, the computer room. She was a recent widow. The loneliness of widowhood is depressing, especially for a vibrant woman who, along with her late husband, always pushed the boundaries. She knew of all sorts of ways to banish the tedium, and she was sure she'd have the backing of her late husband if he were here. Their marriage...
The music shook the very foundations of the small club as the DJ flipped between various dance tracks, the small crowd of people moved together on the tiny patch of floor reserved for dancers. Strobe lights flickered across the smoke filled club as people met each other and mingled, happy to spend the night talking with friends. Alex sat with several of his...
A/N: Hello there. While this is hardly my first time delving into writing erotic literature or any other type of literature for that matter, I fear after a long break I became rusty, so observation is encouraged and cherished. This is probably a part of a series, although I have yet to decide on writing further. Please enjoy and don't forget to leave me your...