If you have read my only other story you will realize that I have left Germany and my mistress Monica and have now finished my Army duty. And once I got back home I was somewhat depressed because I knew that I would probably not be able to find someone like Monica in the states. And she had really turned me on to somethings that I had become addicted to. F...
The first cases began appearing in 1913. Several English sailors safely returned from an expedition off the coast of Africa. But something peculiar happened. all of them had changed in ways considered to be impossible. A chemical reaction had turned their bodies into unmistakably feminine ones. After gaining a fever and falling into a deep sleep, all of them...
THE WHITE TRASH YEARS Dez is a proper African American. He was born and raised in Africa. At the age of 12, he moved with his mother and two siblings to the USA, specifically to Denver, Colorado. Living in a predominately black community, Dez soon became aware of the racial tensions and divisions in the so called United States, when his mother started datin...
Sam and i met when i was 18 years old and he was 22. I was on a class trip to Liverpool and met him one Friday night. He was from Manchester, i was from Germany. We met that particular evening and kissed for the very first time in the early hours of the morning. I was leaving for Germany the next day which didn't give us much time to meet or get to know one...
Clearly, she wasn’t new at this. I looked down at her, her face hidden from view, her hair cascading down her neck and onto her shoulders. With every thrust, she took in more of me into her warm mouth, her tongue gently massaging the back of my penis, almost inviting the juices out. She and her husband had come over to my apartment two weeks ago. Ashwin ha...
Lying side by side on the beach at noon, our skins shining with sun cream, Barbara's finger slowly circling the palm of my hand. Our hotel room about half a mile away, I'd better not think of what I would be doing if I could take her there at once. Lying on my back I am sure that my arousal is getting evident to everyone. In the dazzling Mediterranean summ...
Please enjoy! Feel free to send me any comments or questions. This is just the first chapter in a potentially longer piece. * * * * * The Surplus Women or Foreplay During Wartime April 5th, 1945 Kristiane Becker walked away from the noisy marketplace, with her canvas bag filled to the brim with groceries. It was a beautiful spring morning, and the sun sh...
Patches of snow flecked the dirt road in rural France as a squad of German soldiers rode by on motorcycles. A land mine exploded, destroying the first motorcycle, and killing the rider. The other motorcycles crashed. Their riders tried to shoot at unseen enemies. French resistance fighters quickly mowed them down with submachine gun fire. The resistance fi...
Author's Foreword— This is my eighth submission to Literotica and my second to the "Sci Fi & Fantasy" genre. If you like what you read, you're invited to visit my profile to see the archive of my previous postings. Enjoy! + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + Most people believed Gwen was a stranger person. Gwen herself believed it too. From the age of three...
Jane and I did not speak much the next couple of days while we waited for Janice to arrive in (nor were there any more middle-of-the night in-the-dark surprises). I continued to report daily to my paper-pushing assignment on Base and was home in the evening. Jane and I went out in the evening to eat, mainly for the sustenance for our corporeal bodies, and we...