I have learned many things over the years. The first one is to always volunteer to help. The second one is to expect great surprises in the most unusual places. Both of these rules are key elements to what I am about to share. I am a Chaplin at our local hospital. I have been there for over ten years tending to the needs of the sick and dying patients in ou...
"Yes sir, I realize I made mistakes. Going for a midnight ride in Mr. Brentwood's Porsche and rolling it over into that field of cabbages, that was clearly a lapse in judgment. And earlier that evening, when I opened the shower door as Grandmother Cabot was taking a shower and smacked her on the ass .." "Watch your language, young man." "Yes, your Honor. A...
What's up people? My name is Wendy Darcy-Rousseau and I'm a young black woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father, William Darcy, and a white Canadian mother, Julianne Tremblay. After moving to the City of Toronto for school, I fell in love with this majestic town. I graduated with...
I started having fantasies about my Philosophy professor just recently. I think it has something to do with me hoping I could screw him for a good grade...:) His office is the very last office in the history department, down a long hall and at the very back. I think it's because he's one of the longest-running faculty members in the department. The room is...
I got up, and went to take a bath, the hostel had a common bathroom. I met Sonali on the way, she was clad in just a white towel. Her skin was glowing with the water droplets glowing like diamonds in the early morning sunlight. I just kept looking at her, as she walked by. She smiled at the look on my face, as I scanned her body, her wet hair, her silken ski...
I sat there stunned; Wendy finished tying Christie down to the dining room table and went to the front door. Opening it up, she let in her roommate. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she turned out to be a tall, skinny woman with short, red hair. "Hi Sue," Wendy said giving her a quick hug, “glad you were able to make it.” Stepping into the dining r...
Gen waited until she couldn’t take the gee-forces any longer before twitching her exo-hand and starting the crash jel. The progress bar was creeping toward zero, and had just passed the sun symbol. In ten minuets, they’d be hitting the ground, and the natives of this planet wouldn’t know what hit them. “Yi, yi, yi, yi, yi,” came over the com link. The othe...
The following story is from my friend, Carolyn, who asked if I would help her a little with it. * As you can see from the title, my name is Carolyn. Vicki Lynn, whom some of you know, is my friend. I told her about an experience I had last year in a shoe store and she suggested that I put it down on paper and submit it to Literotica. A little about myself:...
The next evening as we were walking to the Club at the arranged time, Jen suddenly stopped and looked into my eyes. "I'm not sure I can go through with this." She said as she started to get cold feet. "You certainly didn't have any problem managing that big black cock last night!" I reminded her. "That was different. It was just a cock. I didn't have to fa...
"Her." As I watched Karen walk from the side of the stage to head to the ladies' room, my mind was racing. Her? She's only been on stage for sixty seconds! She's still fully clothed -- well as much as any stripper is fully clothed on stage. What could she have possibly seen that triggered that response? Well, if that's what Karen wants, that's what Karen w...