This is my second story for Literotica. I would greatly welcome comments, suggestions, or just encouragement from any of you out there. Hope you enjoy this one. * I still hate my alarm clock. I still hate being woken up suddenly. I much prefer waking up slowly, enjoying that time between waking and sleeping; where dreams and reality mix. That morning, as...
"Walking feels good!" Carrie sighed. "I ate too much." "Whose fault is that?" I grinned. "No one said you had to eat that last pancake." The beach was quiet. That was no surprise considering the time of the year. It was cold and misty out. The sweatshirt I was wearing only helped a little, but I didn't mind. I was with my girl and life was good. "But they...
Deepika was on cloud nine today. Her dear, lovely, caring and wonderful husband Kiran was finally coming back home after a six months of separation. And what would be a wonderful day to return home other than her birthday. Kiran was an employee in a merchant navy. So staying away from home for long period was not a new thing to him. As he was working domes...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. This story is a loosely based sequel to my story 'Fine Time' from last year. I had no plans of ever writing a second part after it was finished. A reader who loved the story so much, sent me some ideas to carry the story on and this...
"Nice ass, them Indian girls sure got nice bums on them nowadays," Geoffrey Kean said to himself as he spotted the tall, curvy, Sari-wearing young Indian woman getting off the 95 bus at Mackenzie King Bridge in downtown Ottawa. This particularly Indian cutie strode through the crowded hallways of the Rideau Shopping Center like she owned the place, sashaying...
"Brothers, I swear this before The Most High, you come for this woman because she's Indian, know that she is my wife, if you want to touch her, you'll have to go through me," Mamadou Kidega said angrily, holding the machete firmly in his right hand as he stepped in front of his pregnant wife Priyanka Chuttani-Kidega, protectively shielding her from Idi Amin'...
*WARNING- This story has some significant remarks related to race that might be offensive to some people. If you are sensitive to them, then please don't read this story. Because the intensity is bound to increase in upcoming parts. All characters are above 18 at the time of sex. ***** Rosabell, aged 42 and Doug Abraham, aged 45, are a rich and wealthy E...
Author's Note: As those of you who read my biography page recently already know, I was stupid enough to lose all my 'fun' writing sometime ago. I had to start over from scratch. That pretty much shut me down for a while mentally. You see, I don't typically write one chapter/story to completion all by itself. At any given time I literally have dozens in progr...
My name is Meifeng Huifang. I was born and raised in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta. The daughter of Chinese immigrants who came to the Confederation of Canada in the early 1980s. These days, I'm studying Biology at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. With all the weird turns my life has taken lately and what I'm learnin...
The distance between Suez and Aden is precisely thirteen hundred and ten miles, and the regulations of the company allow the steamers one hundred and thirty-eight hours in which to traverse it. The Mongolia, thanks to the vigorous exertions of the engineer, seemed likely, so rapid was her speed, to reach her destination considerably within that time. The g...