OK then. This is my first posting on Literotica (well under this name anyway) -- ask nicely and I'll direct you to the fiction I wrote under my other name. Like it says on my profile page, I'm using Literotica to post my true and true --ish experiences here. So I thought the best thing for my first post would be a quick run down of me, my beliefs and my kink...
My thanks to Angel Love for editing and assisting me with my endeavour. * After almost 20 years of being married to a French lady, during which time we have both had several other lovers, I feel that I must put down for all to see why I think that they are the epitome of womanhood. Here are my personal thoughts in no particular sequence, but grouped by way...
Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 8 == I wanted to distract my dear friend from her feelings of anger and loss. As I sat on my knees next to Chloe I took off the still half-unbuttoned dress I had been wearing since we left that bastard Bryan at the cafe....
I laid my head back against the car seat peering at the scenery passing by me. The sky was bright blue with just a few wispy clouds and the sun shone intensely. I shook my head unable to fathom God's irony. The day should have been cold -- and miserable -- and wet to reflect my mood. Along with my inadequate body, the news I had just received had broken my s...
I was always the outspoken one in class. Never could it be said that a teacher was safe from my scathing sarcasm, especially if that teacher happened to be male, and rather full of himself. From the first day that I walked into my biology class, I knew that we were like oil and water. He was Mr. Macho, and I was little Ms. Feminism. Unfortunately, he was als...
Author's Note: Needless to say, this story is completely fictitious as are all the characters in the story. Please read the story in sequence or at least the first part. Feedback and votes appreciated. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It was Friday again at the principal's house and the group gathered there as usual. Ed was also invite...
The name is Stephen Voltaire. I'm a big and tall young Black man who's recently moved from the American city of Brockton, Massachusetts, to the unknown urban wilderness of Ottawa, Canada. So far, I don't much care for the Republic of Canada. Too many white people, for one thing. However, the city of Ottawa itself was fairly diverse. There are lots of Asians,...
The morning comes. Paul Grimes wakes up and gets out of bed. He looks at his wife Sheila as she lies on their bed. Sheila is a tall, plump woman in her early forties. Her hair is light blond, her eyes a pale blue and her skin bronze. This Irish-Italian dame was a real beauty once. Lately, things hadn't been great between Sheila and Paul. For starters, they w...
It began as a bit of fun, I'll admit it. Tom was over at our place to watch the game on television. Usually, both he and his wife, Fran, would be over, but Fran was down south taking care of a sick sister, so it was just my good friend by himself with Dee and me. I asked my wife for a minor favour. "Would you get us a beer, darling?" I asked, and Dee gav...
PT 1: The Witch ALL CHARCTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER. Jessie fondled her lover's breasts and whispered in her ear, "I love you so much!" Her partner, Vanessa, turned her lustful eyes, opened her mouth and... made Jessie's alarm sound. Jessie awoke suddenly, and angrily. She slammed down on the alarm clock and got ready for school, and w...