This was going to be a disaster. It was 3 weeks to the end of term, which meant just over two weeks until the end of term production & at this rate she reckoned she needed two months. Sarah taught English & drama at a local college & loved her job, although knew that the subject was often seen as a soft option for students looking to fill their timetable &...
It started out as a day not unlike any other. My work load was small and I had only a couple of service calls scheduled. I was at my desk, preparing to journey forth when the phone rang. A sultry voice on the other end of the line identified herself as Lisa Baker and asked if we made house calls for computer repair or did she have to bring the unit into the...
My name is Paul, I am 45, married, to Carol, we have a small house in the suburbs, our small luxury is a swimming pool which is situated at the end of the garden. The elderly lady Vi who lives over the back is 65, her husband had passed away 5 years earlier. One day while I was working on the pool she stuck her head over the fence complaining that the pump w...
"What kind of a name is Zineb Jabrane?" Jamaican Defense Force Corporal Jacobson Abrahams asked wryly, a big grin on his handsome face, as he sat across from me. I looked at the handsome young Jamaican guy and shrugged. Truth be told, I thought Jacobson Abrahams was an odd name for a black man. Most of the ones I knew back in my hometown of Marrakesh had eth...
I was mesmerised. She sat opposite me in the café in the huge new shopping mall. Her crotch which was exposed to me in all it's bare-naked glory had dissipated the drained pissed off mood I was in and had turned it into elation at the sighting. Frustrated at the lack of upskirt opportunities in this admittedly early day in the year, but it was a spring sunsh...
Meena Patel walked up and down the dreary street between her house and her children's school twice every day, just part of her stifling routine of domestic duties. In the morning she left the kids, aged 5 and 7, and returned home to cleaning, shopping and cooking the evening meal. In the afternoon, she trudged back to the school gates and collected them, the...
March 7th 2008 So I must apologize, I've been neglecting you Isabella! It's harder than I thought to keep a journal! I assumed I'd be able to just empty the contents of my mind at the end of each day directly into word form for you but you know, a lot of the time when I get home I'm too damn tired to pick up a fork let alone a pen! Speaking of forks, after...
Most of my life, I have been told countless times not to trust the black man. Don't get involved with them they would tell me, you will get hurt. They use you and take advantage of your kindness and then dump you like garbage on refuse collection day. I am a white girl that I would say has a good head on her shoulders and is a good judge of character, but o...
My buddy Art had retired early, at sixty, and I'd taken one of the buyouts from the East Coast daily newspaper I'd written for, as its third absentee owners "cut fat" — then cut muscle, then bone. Art had forked out big bucks to have a gorgeous '65 Triumph Bonneville restored, with its chrome lustrous and shiny new gold-and-cream paint. I'd done some of the...
Copyright 2010 Suite21men In cruising through the stories on Literotica, I come across compelling arguments for voting and leaving comments. One author's essay on this subject had 45 comments with the readers explaining why they don't comment. I was going to comment also but I ended up with too many words. (3538 to be exact.) Hence, this essay. (After readi...