I don't know if she was simply crazy or whether she was involved in some odd piece of performance art, but there, amid the bustle of people rushing from train to train at Metro Central, I saw her. She was dressed entirely in white, down to the white paint or shoe polish on her face. Even the harmonica she played was white. I had read about her, a short snip...
A girl let's call her Wendy was a highly attractive college girl that was desired by every man in college she was homecoming queen of her high school but was far from what people would call a slut. Wendy was highly conservative and had a good head on her shoulders she also never really had much sexual experiences even though she had been curious about what a...
One of the worst problems in American history is a problem that U.S. citizens are still facing today, the problem of discrimination. Throughout the years discrimination based on gender, race, sexual orientation and age have all been fought against, it is in the Constitution that no one shall discriminate based on those qualifications, and yet people still do...
Ah, you're finally conscious, about time. Coma patients are so boring. Don't try to move, you were hit by a car and your arms and legs were broken. Actually, what am I saying? Go ahead and try to move if you want, might be fun to see you struggle against ropes that have your arms and legs in traction. They may as well be in shackles for all you'll be able to...
As she made dinner for Mike, Greg, and herself, Yuna started to feel guilty. Greg and her were moving in together today and she was sucking a black, homeless man's dick. She had not even sucked her boyfriend's dick and she was letting herself be choked by this man's dick. But the guilt would not take away how wet her pussy gets when she is next to Mike. She...
Class was finally over for Simon. He was just an average college student; despite trying to play the nice guy most of the time. On the way back from class Simon had noticed some homeless people, and one in particular. She seemed different from the other homeless people there; she had a glint of intelligence in her deep blue eyes that was rarely seen in the h...
Hey, there. My name is Nicole Winters. I'm a six-foot-three, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a mansion in Brockton's west side. And these days, life simply couldn't be better. I'm a multi-millionaire you see. Isn't it great when everything simply falls into place? I think so. Everyone and every...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Just turkey. This how to story is just about turkey and how to make turkey soup...Naked? Be honest. Being that this is Literotica, you wouldn't read my How To story if the word naked wasn't in the title, now would you? Am I right? So, staying true to the title, How to Make Turkey Soup...Naked, whoever makes this...
Carol struggled with the Christmas tree that Miss. Collins paid her ten dollars to tie it on top of the car for her. Carol was so happy for it meant she would be able to eat a hot meal tonight. She lifted the six-foot tree over her head when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her chest and left arm that knocked her to the ground, her eyes rolled into the back...
"Well, if you really need someone, I suppose I could do that—if you really need me." Clara tried to make her reluctance quite clear, but Elizabeth was having none of that. She just cheerily plowed along, working on getting Clara on the road to fill in for no-shows among the volunteers at the soup kitchen where Elizabeth was working that evening. Nothing had...