We had been living a peaceful and content life since marrying 2 years ago. I had opened a clothes shop nearby selling Asian style garments like sarees, abayas, bhurkas, kameez, niqabs and the like. Business was booming with the massive influx of Asian muslim customers moving into the area almost every month. We had lots of money, were happy with my 24 year o...
By Dan57 with characters from Jill York The Mayor finally submits to Mr Gupta Vicky made many phone connections on the Monday morning. She finally found what she was looking for : a clinic in the Netherlands could restore her hymen and they had a vacancy in their schedule on the next Friday! Vicky had just to inform her husband that she wanted an aestheti...
Stories about avoiding sex are rare on Literotica, I'm sure, but I hope this one gives you some chuckles in the delay before it delivers gratification. Why the hell am I doing this, I asked myself as I pounded down the streets on Holy Saturday The air was a bit brisk, but not too bad, clouds hung heavily but didn't threaten rain before my morning jog was ov...
Ting and I sat back in the luxury of an air conditioned cab and enjoyed the sights, sounds and smell of Cairo. Many people don't realize that every city has a sound and smell of its own. Cairo's was unique and mysterious, beckoning us on to explore it and its people. There was so much to see in this capitol city of Egypt, and both of us had wanted to see it...
From a script proposed by Dahlia57, a very nice Indian girl I recently met on Literotica. (starts slow but will gain momentum in the coming episodes) - - - - - Today, I have the pleasure of presenting the Awards for excellence in our school. The winners this year won't cause you any surprise as they trusted all the best results in their classes for the th...
Non, Je n'ai rien oublie (No, I could never forget.) Back in 1972, I bought an album Aznavour sings Aznavour: Charles Aznavour is a French Singer/Songwriter and from this album in particular, Song #2 (as per my title) I find very "moody". The story below is my free-ranging adaptation of what may have been the story behind the song. With apologies to M. A...
"Can I get you anything?" came the vaguely shy voice, startling Stevenson Lafontant out of his musings. The burly, broad shouldered, dark-skinned security guard sat at an isolated corner of the McDonald's restaurant located inside Walmart, sipping his coffee while scrolling through Facebook on his Alcatel phone. Looking up, Stevenson found himself gazing at...
Have you noticed that whenever they're showing a werewolf movie on TV, it's always told from the human's viewpoint and never that of the so-called unfortunate creature? Seriously, the plots are usually so boring and predictable that I always skip right past any werewolf/or creature movie. Hikers meet wolf-man in the woods, a few of these poor bastards get ki...
"Sometimes, I wish I still knew what it was like, to feel things, and to have a heartbeat," Shadya Ismail said, as she stood inside Dr. Jayson "Jay" Hawthorne's living room, looking more tired than he could ever remember seeing her. The tall, handsome African-American physician looked at her with concern, and for a moment, he looked much older than his thirt...
Jeremiah jumped out of the box car as it slowed coming into the rail yard. It was dusty. Jeremiah hated dust, but then, this is why this part of the country had been labeled "The Dust Bowl". "Somewhere in Oklahoma," Jeremiah mused. "Someday, maybe I'll get a map and figure out where the hell I am." He had been on the road for six days and intended to be gon...