Even though venerable Pink Floyd made fun of the system and pointed their musically talented finger at the consciousness culprit being money, they made a lot of money when they wrote their song, Money. Back then, I can't recall anyone who didn't have Pink Floyd's album, The Dark Side of the Moon and who didn't listen to it with awe and reverence that played...
Reparations For most white people, their knee-jerk, conditioned response at the mere mention of the word reparations is to scream, "My family never owned any slaves. I'm not paying any reparations! You Blacks need to just get over it, slavery was in the past, let it go for Christ's sake." For Steven Miller, Steven to most, his perceptions were completely op...
After my vacation in Greece, I proceeded onward to my next assignment: Bangkok, Thailand. To summarize my sex life up till then, I was almost 39 years old and the number of men I had bedded was the same as my age. (I'm an accountant; I've addicted to numbers and I've got to get them right before I can tell the story.) Bangkok was different from my life of t...
This chapter picks up where Chapter 3 left off. Bitsy's brother-in-law, the "real" Count Dracula makes an appearance here. Enjoy and please let me know what you think! *** Maria arrived shortly after, very subdued as she bathed Bitsy. She made no comment about the state of Bitsy's body, nor about the cum found beneath her; she simply cleaned her efficientl...
5 "Hey did you sleep well?" asked Julius sleepily as he opened his eyes. "Yeah.." said Karen. "Hey is something wrong?" asked Julius as he snuggled against more tightly. "You're going to think that I am a fruit loop if I say it," said Karen sighing. "Come on, tell me I won't think you're crazy," said Julius. "I've having these really bizarre dreams lat...
Chapter 5 (her) Stepping out of the shower I coated every last inch of little tan skin with vanilla lotion. I decided to dress sexy that evening in a pink strappy top and black mini. With my hair down and straight, I lightly applied some makeup to accent my green eyes and pink lips. Looking in the mirror satisfied, I closed the door behind me and walked to...
Chapter 7: Rain I never expected it to turn out this way, when I found his number, when I read the love note you left behind (was it on purpose?), when I sat down and told you that I knew. I never foresaw that this would happen. When I told you about how I followed you, that day, and saw you kiss him at the front door, how I waited for an hour for you to re...
Samuel X. The Aquarius King. The Haitian Dreamer. Literotica's Favorite Asshole. In his lifetime, the young Black man from the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, had been called many things. Always because of his peculiar talents. Growing up in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts, he was keenly aware of the fact that he was different. Among the legions...
The Mall was always dead late on Saturday nights. The last few customers normally rolled into the shoe store about eight o'clock. After that came the longest hour of the day. The last hour before the store closed, when the clock seemed to tick at half speed and time almost stood still. At about a quarter till nine, a woman strolled into the store. She was a...
Less than four hours remained until his dinner date with his ex-wife, Katrina, at her favorite Manhattan restaurant: Sardi's. In less than five minutes his mistress would emerge from the ladies' restroom with freshly scrubbed hands, ready to pry open a three-pound lobster across from him at a ramshackle diner. As the wisecracking waitress Janine approached t...