This story follows on from Sammi's Gloved Surprise and is response to some kind readers who wanted to know what happened next. ***** George sat in the dimly lit bar talking to Sammi, trying to make out as much of her strong, gorgeous features as he could and watching her bring her glass to her exquisitely painted lips to take a sip of her drink. Although o...
"Get out of my bar, you frigging Indian bitch, as I told you before, we're closed," said Bill Hughes, owner of Hughes Pub in the west end of Winnipeg, Manitoba. The towering, silver-haired and blue-eyed barkeep glared angrily at the short, round Aboriginal woman who stood defiantly before him, simply refusing to back down. She'd been coming around the bar fo...
"Del, don't forget the damn toiletries I put on the top of the list, and as for the strawberry cheesecake, it's in the bakery section of Walmart," Marla Curling-Beaumont all but shouted at her husband Delvin Beaumont. Sitting on the couch, the tall, blonde-haired, alabaster-skinned, somewhat surly and very pregnant gal flashed her husband a smile a shark wou...
Chapter Twelve Syriaca fell to his knees as he watched his king perish before him. This couldn't be. Cassius can't be dead. Tears stung his eyes as he saw his dearest friend fade from life. His cold, dead eyes stared straight into Syriaca's as Thalanil twisted Cassius's head his way before his body slumped to the ground. The air escaped his middle and the...
For those of you following my ongoing illustrated series, A BusinessWoman's Journal, I have changed the title to A Woman's Journal (Month _) in order for Literotica to list it in chronological order as their computer program only orders alphabetically or numerically. Hopefully you will find it easier to read from the beginning. July 2011 Month 16 Wednesday...
It was early in the morning when I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping loudly. There were no other sounds. I decided I would get up and go to the bathhouse and get my shower before the rest of the campers awoke. Knowing no one else in the campsite would be awake yet, I wrapped my robe around my naked body and headed out of the camper. It was beautiful out,...
Chapter 25: Yellow pussy for breakfast - aged to perfection Melinda, my wife, showered, dressed and ate her breakfast without saying one stinking little word to me. I couldn't decipher anything from her face either. That's how Vietnamese women are. When they're not happy, they clam up instead of pouting or throwing a tantrum the way white women do. I though...
From the author: I welcome your comments and suggestions for other experiences I should try and perhaps write about here. Are there any other women who enjoy this type of exhibitionism and public sexual activity? ***** My husband insists that I always dress as bare as possible when we go out together. Beginning late in the spring, I made sure that I was a...
This is the eighth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter III, Interlude V, Cassandra. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest girlfri...
Dijon sat comfortably in one of the two wing backed chairs in front of the desk. She had one knee crossed over the other, her short skirt showing several miles of her famous long legs. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair and she kept tensing and pulling with her arms. She was nervous for some reason and it showed. Her five person entourage was waiting...