The woman walked up the scrub-brush and sage covered hillside; from a distance it was apparent she was having trouble walking up the loose shale and gravel that covered the modestly steep slope. She had a walking stick, a whittled cedar staff really, that she used assiduously to pick her way up through the rocks and brush that peppered the hills and bottom-l...
"I'm doing my best to represent the Black Canadian community," Madeleine Toussaint said to herself, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, pantsuit-wearing Haitian businesswoman looked at her reflection in the mirror, and smiled. The dark gray pantsuit and white blouse which Madeleine wore contrasted sharply against her mahogany-hued skin. Folks often commented on Ma...
Author's note: It has been nearly a year and a half since my last submission, and over these past few months of idleness, I've been searching for some idea, some story line that would challenge me, and get me excited about writing again. I have about a dozen stories that I've started, but never got fired up over, so they sit in a file somewhere and will like...
Far out by the ocean blue sweet song of siren echoes true with every wave that breaks anew there drifts a soul, lost for you ----------------------------------- Stephen picked his way along the shell-strewn beach, his dog Fred pouncing beside him. The smell of sea salt in the air and the warm sea breeze comforted him. This coastline, with its deep bronzed...
Author's Note: This story was suggested by a discussion at the Story Ideas forum. * Busty Jessica and BedtimeStories sat on the edge of the hot tub, their feet in the churning water, masturbating furiously. Jessica held a large purple vibrator in her hand, and had it half inserted into her sopping wet pussy, vibrating at full speed. Her head was back, her...
"Eat my ass real good and I may grant you the pleasure of my fucking my pussy," Madeleine Cosgrove said, and she began grinding her thick brown ass against her lover Israel Etienne's face. The burly Haitian stud grasped Madeleine's thick ass cheeks and worked his tongue into her butt hole. Inside Israel's apartment, located in the Overbrook area of Ottawa, O...
Walking at Leisure. Chapter 1 The First Walk It had been a long 18 months. We both needed a break. To satisfy that need we booked a week in a wood lodge on the outskirts of Thornton Dale. There were another dozen lodges on the site. We chose this particular place because it was quiet, amongst stunning North Yorkshire Moors' scenery, and part of Dalby Fore...
This is my first submission to Literotica. I do hope you will enjoy it. ----- Madeleine rode to her fate in a truly grim state of mind. One would think that she were facing the hangman instead of her betrothed. Her father, the merchant Hawthorne, had given her hand to the Earl of Dunnington in trade for forgiveness of his own gambling debts. How she hated...
Chapter 6— Let's Get the Party Started Frank had just hung up the phone after a conversation with Paul Riley at Citicorp. His bank had some preliminary interest in funding the bridge financing for the R&D projects, but they wanted to see the 10-Q before committing to anything. Frank was hearing that message over and over from each bank he contacted. That su...
Ch. 10 - The Madness of King Arthur "Hold here," Arthur said as his forces reached the edge of the woods. "What next, Sire?" Bedivere asked. "You and the men will remain here. Merlin and I shall enter Camelot undetected and see if there is any truth to Mordred's words." "Yes, Your Highness. I pray he is merely trying to spread a falsehood." "As do...