The name is Summer Adewale, and I'm a young black woman of Nigerian descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Life hasn't been a bed of roses lately, and I'm not just talking about political upheavals, Covid, or the madness we've all been enduring in our daily lives. Nope, I am referring to the fact that the world is close to ending, and I've been tapp...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. All characters in all of my stories are over eighteen an...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. All characters in all of my stories are over eighteen an...
Walter Wimple, was a loser. He was born unlucky, and it only got worse as the years went by or so it seemed to him. He was small, thin hair, no muscles and no backbone. People walked all over Walter all the time. He especially had a terrible time each Valentine’s Day. It seemed like something terrible always happened. When he was four his dog died on Valent...
One chronicle in the life of a naughty actress First, a confession, For all of you Literotica readers please know that I have written 6 or 7 spanking stories to date and have not really had one myself for my entire life until recently....here is that story, a sort of "How Kelsey got her groove back" story: I'm a married, 38 year old mother of one, playwrig...
Is there anything more exciting than slinging mud on a cold frosty Saturday night in a four wheel drive pickup truck and drinking moonshine with your friends? She didn't think so! So, when Steve told her of his plans to go muddin' with his good friend, she was jealous and wanted more than anything to go. He knew how she felt and wished that she could join th...
Walking the dog in the field at the top of our road is a lone, but sort of companionable activity. You "meet" other dog walkers, some men, but more women. Often you see them the other side of the field, and raise an arm in greeting. Occasionally you pass them close enough to say hello, and sometimes cross at the gate and stop for a brief chat. You don't real...
Meet Dawit Mohammed Mahmoud and his darling wife Aisha. They're a lovely Muslim couple that recently moved to the East End of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Dawit Mahmoud was born in the town of Baalbek, Republic of Lebanon, to a Somali mother and Lebanese father. Tall and broad-shouldered, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and light brown eyes, this han...
(If the story sounds familiar there is a reason. It was wrote using the song as it's plot. I issued a challenge and this is my take on the song. I hope you enjoy these 2000words.) * Looking up at the neon lit darkness I with all my heart wish I was home. I should be sitting at my desk working on my novel... maybe. But NO! I'm in Siam reporting on a Chess...
I met Lynn ten years ago when I decided to join a transplant recipients support group. At the time, I felt the need to be with others who had gone through the same thing as I did in March of 1984. My remaining kidney had stopped functioning in November of 1983 and after four months of dialysis, my brother volunteered to give me one of his. I also felt that I...