Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Bella Thorne, Dove Cameron or any other celebrities. ***** Bella Thorne couldn't stop thinking about Dove Cameron and their flirty tweets with each other. The question was, was Dove serious? Or was it just a big joke to her? God, Bella hated straight girls. Much more accurately she hated straight...
I met Jessica at a short course in creative writing over the summer and we hit it off immediately, like we had been buddies forever! We were alike enough in interests to bond well, although physically we were very different. She had shortish blonde hair that was perpetually messy, a beautiful tanned complexion without the hint of a freckle or blemish and ama...
This follows on from https://www.literotica.com/s/elizabeth-339-invitation-only-ch-01 My apologies for keeping you waiting between chapters. ***** In 1964 two smart men coined the word 'petrichor' to name the smell after rain. Specifically, the smell relating to the geosmin released from the soil following rain, rather than the ozone laden smell before t...
My wife and I have been married 40 plus years. This is the true story of my and Val's early life. Well as much truth as we can remember. I was 20 years old and in the Air Force when I first met Valerie. She was an 18 year old senior still in high school. The first time I saw Valerie was in the middle of the afternoon, I'm pretty sure it was a Friday during...
"Have you ever made love to a woman while her husband watched?" Kenny almost choked on his wine. It was all he could do to avoid spewing it all over the table. Carson was looking at him with an embarrassed smile as he struggled to get control. Only the waiter noticed his problem, but Kenny waived him away. "What the hell kind of question is that?" he stutt...
Did you ever wonder what it is that makes you do something that you otherwise would never have done? Is it something that you ate or drank that gives you the idea? Is it the time of day, or the weather conditions, or the way you're dressed that inspires you to get up off your duff and do something? Or is it some sort of sixth sense that prompts you to go ahe...
It was Sunday, the last day of our long weekend. The day had been nice. Our only ventures out of our room had been for a short walk and brunch. It was now mid-afternoon. The sun was warm and bright. You suggested a dip in the pool. As the hotel had very few guests for this particular weekend, there was no one in the pool when we looked down at it from our wi...
I'd followed him from job to job as he moved within the design industry. We had met a few years ago at W. G, Simmonds, a medium sized interiors firm in New York City and he was just getting started as a designer/salesman for contract interiors. I thought he was a bit pompous and too flamboyant, less than likely to succeed, but our boss had placed him between...
This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. ***** On the first floor of the school, Scott Olson was heading to Mr. Turner's classroom. In his hand, he had Malcolm Jackson's homework on the history of Samuel Duval, an important black man in the French royal court during the early 17th century. A paper Scott had...
To fully understand the context of what is happening, I suggest you read Part One of this story first. As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. (Yes, I moderate comments...) And remember, this is a work of fiction, meaning that i...