I know I had some problems with tense. I hope it doesn't ruin the story for you but this is the kind of critique I am hoping for. Enjoy. Encourage me to write more Walking backwards through the party I bumped into her, she was absolutely stunning, instead of frowning she was smiling, she had beautiful blue eyes and without taking my eyes away I was dying...
Preface: Six years ago almost to the day, I started writing a story, inspired by a writer named Quin on literotica. For a while now, I have had this idea, also inspired from one of Quin's stories. It is not exactly a "sequel", in that the story doesn't continue per se. But it is a different perspective. A bit Rashomon-ish, if I may be so bold. So here it is....
This is the third episode in a multi-part story. Although I hope you would enjoy it by itself, it would be better to start with Chapter 01 first so you can understand the context of the situation and get introduced to the characters. This is a story of a journey and is meant to be read in sequence. I was awakened by a rumbling and a lurch of the ship to fin...
Sangeetha is a 35 years old Indian woman who just moved to our neighborhood. Our neighborhood was in the north of Sheffield and predominantly one of the areas where blacks lived in majority. Sangeetha was a beautiful woman with light brown skin, long black hair, thick red lips, bouncy boobs, broad hips, stout thighs and jutting plump butt. Most of the time s...
(Read the series Good morning India for the background of Kira's adventures) * Linda was wearing a violet saree with a matching choli. She was barefoot and Rajiv had forbidden her to wear a bra or knickers, in order to emphasize her modesty, Rajiv had explained. The young woman who had just been denied the use of her own name entered and saluted Kira and h...
We awaken, starving in a reeking hotel room. We order room service. While we wait we debate getting cleaned up, but we haven't recovered and lay torpid in the beds. When we hear the knock I slide on some boxers and head to the door. We have ordered far too much of it, a decadent buffet that requires two carts to be delivered by a handsome pair of workers, a...
This was not the vacation Karen had signed up for; her first flight had arrived in Atlanta too late for her to catch the second flight in her itinerary. The airline's customer service agent who re-booked her told her she was lucky to get a seat on a later flight to Montego Bay on the same day at all, but Karen wasn't feeling lucky as she arrived at the resor...
This is my first story. It narrates my first brush with sex. I was 19-20 years at that time. I was studying in Engineering College. My dad had gone to Chennai due to job transfer. So I was living along with my mother. My mom was a social worker and hence would roam around all the time. Therefore I was practically alone. We lived on the first floor of a 3-sto...
Third Day: Morning Activity Next morning I woke up early with a friendly erection that I decided not to nurture, so I could remained charged as long as possible. I sometimes like to keep myself aroused for hours; it gives me a great energy boost and the ability to focus on sexy thoughts and other things that cross my mind during the day. If you haven't trie...
Author's note: I know, I know. It's been a darn long while. But I'm still writing my ass of whenever I get the time! This is the newest story that I'm working on (amongst countless others). It's different, yes, but I hope you'll give it a chance. Don't forget to rate and comment once you're done(: Thank you! © Lillian K. Rockmore Translations: Amma – Moth...