All of his friends had told him that he was crazy. Shanice Ledbetter was clearly out of his league, whether they were fellow professors or not and it wasn't something that he had to be reminded of. Still, Douglas wouldn't be deterred from his dream of having her black velvet pussy around his white velvet cock. Not only was she smart but she was beautiful as...
Last night I saw the devil and I wasn't scared. In fact it was much more the opposite. It was a peculiar sequence of dreamscape that led to this exhilarating finale, so I'll start at the beginning and recount as much as I can remember. The setting was a winding, metal staircase in the middle of an empty, industrial building. There was no floor and no ceiling...
I stretched my arms and rolled over. I listened to the soft sound of your snores while I waited for the fog of morning to clear from my muddled head. Slowly my mind began to recall those elusive little details; who I am. who you are, where we are, what we did last night. That last detail brought a smile to my face. Flashes of last night played like rays of s...
This is my first submission to Literotica, a short story that barely met the minimum requirement of 750 words. It was written in about thirty minutes, entirely unbeta'd and unedited, and was more or less a spur of the moment thing. I'll let the content speak for itself, but there is nothing particularly graphic about the story. I suppose felt I should at lea...
Sunlight is yellow. Autumn leaves are yellow and sometimes so is gold. All these things are beautiful but Rebekah is the most precious. She has hair like wheat, her eyes like burnished gold, and her skin is tawny. I paint her monochromatic, only hinting at all the shades of yellow that color her. She becomes simply yellow, like smiling suns and cheery fires....
It was well past midnight, and the moon shone brightly in the cloudless sky. She gathered her luggage from the trunk of the rental and walked briskly into the deserted lobby to get her room key. He wasn't expecting her until the next morning, but unbeknownst to him, she had caught an earlier flight and was only minutes away from meeting him for the first tim...
Madison turned on the music as she walked through her apartment. What a day this had been. All she could think about all day was coming home to a stiff drink and a hot shower, and the one thing she wanted the most, one night with Daniel. Would he remember her? The invitation to the reunion lay on her desk awaiting her return response. She had heard from a f...
Everyone knows the tale of 'Sleeping Beauty' the princess cursed by a slighted witch. She was to prick her finger on a spinning needle and fall into a deep sleep only to be rescued by Prince Charming's kiss. In 1983, Anne Rice writing as A. N. Roquelaure wrote a version of Sleeping Beauty turning the fairy tale into an adventure of bondage and humiliation....
In working for other people as their accountant, I always wanted to own a business. I always wanted to account for my money rather than someone else's money. To be honest, I never liked accounting. I only did it because being good at math; it was easy for me to master debits and credits and assets and liabilities. Good with numbers, I got the concept of bala...
The Junk-Food Murder was the headline in a September 20, 1982 Newsweek. Looking at the article, I gave a start because the victim was Prof. Howard Appledorf and I had once taken a seminar class in which he gave a lecture. I remembered him as an authoritative lecturer who held audience interest. I also recalled a joke he made. "Someone will come to me and say...