OK folks, this is gonna be a really hard to believe story, but, since I can still recollect how these unbelievable things have happened, here I go... As introduction, I have to tell that this happened many years ago, when I used to be a teenager, at a sea side resort in a communist country. I mention this, since you shall also have to keep in mind that the...
As I pulled up to the shoppe, I saw the loveliest head of red hair in the window. It was full and curly, what I imagined every Irish cliché to have. Sigh I am fully jealous I have always wanted that color and have tried several times unsuccessfully to achieve it. I opened the door and walked in to see that the redhead was wearing a silver Celtic pendant that...
NOTE: While the stories in this series are not necessarily chronological, it may help the reader to at least look at Chapter 1 to learn a little more about Thomas Jackson Patrick "Bull" ***** Chapter 2 - Shannon TJ had been in this little community in the Appalachian Mountains for a couple of months. He had been working with some of his old "operator" bud...
Hi, This is my first story and I would appreciate any feedback from it. It is a bit slow starting so if your looking for a stroke and go for broke you might want to check out something else. It is based on true events but which parts is your guess, Names have been changed, as she is still a teacher but teaches younger kids now :) Enjoy. * * * * * "Michael...
I select a pair of tight black jeans, a white tank top and a second cream lace camisole for the top layer. A black G-string and fuck the bra, ah yes, simple black sandals, hair thrown up messily, knowing it will soon be down. Why? "House party?" my ass, as if you know how to throw a let-loose no holds-barred house party. But play the music and I will use yo...
I still can't believe this happened to me. I'll never be able to explain all this! I have to start at the beginning. See, I was working at this restaurant off of Sunset – one of the many hopefuls waiting for their big break. You know the story. Anyways, I was leaving work one day, sweaty, tired, and covered in grease, when this limousine stops beside me. The...
On his way to the office, Vernon would stop by the newspaper stand to visit with Rosie. Rosie, a plump British woman, always asked Vernon how he was keepin' with an accent that made Vernon think she really meant it. She came across, at least to Vernon, as very appropriate for her job. She stood behind, or beside her newspaper stand, in her floral shift dre...
My wife Dawn is a 32 year old mother of three beautiful children. She also the wife of men’s dreams. She has long hair, brown eyes and a smile which is never off her beautiful face. She stands 5’3” weighs 118 pounds and has large C-cup breasts. Dawn is involved in many activities including numerous community activities. She delivers meals on wheels for the...
The stars were shining bright in the pitch black African night sky, and sparks from the bonfire that danced up into the dark, accompanied by crackling and hissing, only added to the feeling of vast beauty. Off to the side, guys were turning over various kinds of meat over a barbecue, which they kept calling a braii, the heady aroma filling the air. Men and w...
Author's note: In case you're not familiar with Literotica, it may add to your enjoyment of this story to know that the lady whose image adorns the home page of this site is named Erica and her exploits can be found in the chain story, "Memoirs of a Lady". Every Lit Down in Lit-ville Liked Litmas a lot... But the Troll, Who lived outside of Lit-ville, Did...