"America and Britain are two nations divided by a common language". So said George Bernard Shaw. Or possibly Oscar Wilde. Or was it Winston Churchill? Anyway, there's a lot of truth in this statement, and it's something I'm never more aware of than when I'm writing a submission to Literotica. (Mark Twain maybe?) For those poor deprived souls not yet familia...
It was Christmas. Andy never thought of this kind of Christmas present. He was lying naked on his back, with his English teacher between his legs. Crude sounds of slurping mixed with her occasional moaning made the atmosphere even more charged. His manhood deep into her throat, with gooey saliva trickling all over his balls, sent electric shivers down his b...
Thinking about which experience to tell you all about this time has been difficult. There were so many days, so many single events that stood out, throughout the three months I was away. But eventually I settled on a topic, one that related particularly to my reason for being in Tanzania. I went to Tanzania to teach English, to work along side native teach...
Chapter 04 Working for Mr Gupta By Jill York and Dan57 Both Susan and John Dale found that working for Mr Gupta a very satisfying occupation. John was in total charge of the largest superstore and Susan had been appointed Senior Accountant. Mr Gupta never interfered with their daily working activities and they both regarded him as an ideal boss. He was a...
The Friday after my second encounter with English was just as eventful as I had thought it would be. My girlfriend got to town, and since we hadn't seen each other in weeks, she was hornier than hell. I picked her up from her parents house around 5 and we went straight back to my place to have sex before going to the party. A couple of months after we starte...
Copyright Oggbashan May 2019/January 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* I wa...
Her lips were soft just as I dreamed that they would be. We kissed gently at first almost nervously like a couple of teenagers on a first date then I felt her tongue flick my lips as if looking for permission to enter. I accepted with alacrity and her tongue slipped into my mouth to find mine. I slid my hands under her shirt and up her warm naked back and pu...
[b]Ch. 1: Hanna Discovers White Bananas[/b] Hanna knew that I was a ghost writer and she wanted someone to write the story of how she met her new husband in 1983. She came to my place to tell me her story and then let me write it for her. Hanna speaks broken English and talks very quickly. With her limited English, she is very eloquent and colourful in her...
With the resurgence of form poetry in the past decade we find it is appearing more and more in modern publications like Poetry, Ploughshares, The Missouri Review and many other print magazines, as well as in numerous online journals. One of the forms that is appearing in these journals and magazines is the triolet. Much like the villanelle, the triolet is...
The Sahara Desert - 3723 C.E. The hazy spectre of a camel caravan could be glimpsed far in the distance through the haze that shimmered in the intense heat. The sparse vegetation on the gravel and sand was scrubby and succulent. There were few places on Earth as remote as this. And that, of course, was what attracted Vikram, Rao, Sandhya and Dorothy to th...