Emma put the car in gear and slipped Lynyrd Skynyrd into the CD player. I slumped against the door letting the strains of southern rock soothe my sated body as the gloriously memories of the last two hours bombarded my brain. The music was smooth and laid back and just what I needed. Man, what a fucking trip Sappho's had been. Wow, there were so many unbelie...
This is a true story, an account of the time I picked up a gorgeous woman at a function and had, arguably, one of the most depraved nights of my life. My organisation had recently finished an overseas construction task and as a reward they threw a big party for us on return home. We had been away from our families for a long time in an isolated region with...
Chapter 20, Humiliation, Then A Helping Hand Morgan was almost in tears as they reached a large entryway. She stopped momentarily to dry her eyes, before entering the large arena like room. With Ross still restrained at the ankles and wrists, she quickly pulled him into the room behind her. Immediately there was loud applause as Ross was lead to the edge of...
Sitting on the frayed edge of downtown, Hamitor's Books is a paradox of commerce. As much as being a bookstore, it is an archive, warehouse, library and dustbin/mold repository of record proportions. Urban sophisticates - if they are even brave enough to venture into the neighborhood - will likely flee moments after breaching the door; defeated in their shal...
A special thank you to Literotica author grgy56. His two part story "My (Im)perfect Mate" (2013) kept drumming up different storylines and scenarios in my head over the last four or five years. After talking with him, he allowed me permission to build on and modify his original story. I've changed some of the circumstances and resolutions to the story, as we...
F5: 50% Inspiration plus 50% Desperation (Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from th...
Hey, here's the next installment. A bit longer as requested. I've played a lot with where I wanted this story to go and I hope you guys like where it's going. Please remember that I'm new to this so it can get rough at times. And please try not to take the timeline of things to seriously just try to roll with it because I haven't quit mastered timelines yet....
"I always thought I would have something significant to say at a time like this." Kiesha Harris grew up in a small town with her mother, Tonya. They lived a very simply lifestyle as her mother's income didn't afford them much luxury. Tonya had left Kiesha's father when Kiesha was 5 years old, the result of an abusive relationship. The bastard had actually b...
"Fucking animals!" One black after another. Apparently some famous basketball player with a good reputation (Bull shit!) had raped some poor innocent white girl. After that was a story about the black snipers going to trial. Following that story, a black woman had been arrested for leaving a child alone in her house for two weeks after being arrested for s...
Holly and I didn't want to waste our day so got up and got ourselves in the shower. We stripped off our g-strings that we were still wearing from our sex fest and turned on the hot water. We always shower together. Sometimes we will fuck each other in there or suck each other off but we just had sex so we just soaped up each other's bodies and cleaned the cu...