This story is written for Literotica author Chanson Bleu. It is in payment for a friendly bet we had on the outcome of this year's Stanley Cup Playoffs, won by her beloved Colorado Avalanche. CB provided the synopsis for the story, an erotic fantasy of hers, as per the bet. Additionally, she helped me with information on Denver, the French language, and help...
This is the second story in the series (following "London"). Though the adventures can be read in any order, the character develops a bit over the series. ... As I stepped off the plane onto the tarmac in Accra, the heat and humidity reminded me -- as if I needed it -- that I was near the equator. The air was so moist that it felt like there was no oxygen...
"YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" Hugh could actually hear Lisa capitalizing her words into the phone. "You mother fucking son of a bitch!" Lisa continued "This is the third time you have cancelled my birthday dinner AND this was to celebrate our anniversary too!" Lisa was on her customary Saturday bike ride but had pulled over and was panting into the phone in anger....
When I first saw Becca, I can't say I fell in love. Wearing a size 0 dress, she was a slightly built woman. She appeared to be in her early 20's with thick, wavy shoulder length auburn hair, large green eyes, and a nice body, but nothing nicer than you saw around town every day. Her breasts were just a hair large for her frame; I'm guessing a B cup. The m...
I wake up in a novel way I am looking at Marie who is above me fucking me with her toy. As soon as I am aware of what is going on I wrap my legs around her and let her fuck me. I move with her working my way up to an orgasm as Marie kisses me and puts her hands to my breasts. I become aware that Marie is asking me if I like her cock, I assure her that her co...
It had all happened so quickly... It seemed like only yesterday Kim and Bill had been on their honeymoon to Niagara Falls, and now she was spending her waking moments on her back, making money for her pimp. They were both from a small city deep in Kentucky, and when Bill had proposed to her, she had been swept off of her feet. A little girl standing no mor...
Author's Note: This is set in the same setting as my Allure of Dreams series, but it isn't necessary to read that first. ****** Thirty students filed into the classroom and made their way to their seats. The teacher had yet to arrive, so they chatted amongst themselves. The classroom had several similarities with one on Earth. There was a blackboard in...
Dr. Rossum entered his classroom from the door near the electronic blackboard, which was really more of a huge pressure-sensitive multipurpose monitor and tablet. Those who grew up long ago might remember the dissonance from calling green slates affixed to walls "blackboards" rather than chalkboards. With chalk out of the equation, and any color available at...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Seven. 2007. (January.) Jay, late-twenties. Arriving at the Red-Jay tattoo studio for my initial appointment I met Jay, the tattooist, for the first time. A good looking guy in his late-twenties he wore his long hair in a pony tail and sported many tattoos of his own....
"Have you decided to bid on anything tonight?" the dark haired woman asked me. "I put in one for the Mets package and the foursome at Winged Foot," I responded. "Golf is not my thing, but I also bid for the Mets. Hi, my name is Patti. What did you put up for the auction?" "Hi, Jason. And a weekend's use of my boat," I answered. "Wow! that is some prize....