Hello readers, In my effort to write in many different genres, I am taking a stab at mature once more. However, I also think this story could be labeled romance, as well. Age in this story, is nothing but a number. This story is being written slowly. I will continue it, and I hope you like it. **All of the characters in this story are 18 or older.** As...
**Author's Note: It seems like this will be a bit longer than 4 parts. I'm hoping it won't be too long and just keep it to 6 parts. Working on outlines right now as I work a little on other projects but I promise this is at the front. * * * * * * * * Serafina wore a blue flower and white sundress that nicely showed off some cleavage while not making her se...
Black. Biracial. Mixed-race. At some point, I've used all of these terms to describe myself. Today I am only me. Wanda Beaumont. Friends call me W.B. for short. I was born in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario, to a Haitian mother and Irish-Canadian father. My biological father Sean O'Leary never married my mother, and in fact, he had to be forced by t...
There are many many stories posted on Literotica that some readers (especially those cowards signing their comments as Anonymous) complain that the author exaggerated penis size to an entirely unbelievable length Now that is not to say there isn't the possibility of penises being that size in the US. But for now let's just agree to call that artistic license...
There exists a number of international corporate (private) prisons that were built and are owned by a bio-tech company for the incarceration of big breasted women; or small breasted women who were forced to have large bra cup sizes via surgery once they were committed to one of the penitentiaries within the organized corporate prison system. Queen Jezebel...
If your intention was to escape the roar of the crowd packed into the giant stadium, the best place to be probably wasn't the changing rooms. But this was the only place Lulu knew where she could find any degree of privacy. Of course, she wasn't the only one collapsed head-down on a wooden bench, her arms draped over her knees and hands dangling loosely down...
Chapter 5 Michelle and I just left the shower after cleaning from the butt sex when I heard my cell phone ring. I rushed to answer it, learning that it was Detective Phillips, Detective Kaplan's partner. She hadn't been as vocal as her partner, but she really stood out and struck me as very level-headed, if more detached. "Detective Kenya Phillips here. I'...
"We're alone," Christie said. Alak looked up from his perusal of his father's book—a stupid bit of homework when the money changing hands was already counted six ways from Sunday. His future bride stood in the corner, idly toying with the curtains before... the baths. "Feels like we're never alone." "But we are now," Christie persisted. "Your parents h...
"Um, Mr. Wachira, what, exactly, is a Ghoul?" says my psychotherapist, Dr. Kadra Mohamed, and I looked at the tall, curvy and dark-skinned, alluring Somali-Canadian Muslim therapist in the neatly pressed white coat and sighed, wishing that she were a little more informed. I've been in the institution for a while now, and like the rest of my former doctors, t...
Paul Johnson from South Africa had just agreed on a high dollar contract with an African company in Kenya. He had relocated to that country from South Africa with his 19 and 18 year old daughters a week ago. The contract was very lucrative and certainly awarded him for his expertise in oil and gas exploration. The contract also included his family's lodgin...