This story is based on a game "Who Wanna Be a Bimbo" created by Dahakma. I would also like to thank one of my readers whose few ideas have been used in this episode. After the story was done I came up with an idea for an alternative route. Somewhere in the middle there is a fork on the road. The second version as well as the epilogue are at the end, after...
As previously revealed, Dana was Africanized that first night during the four day retreat at Niga Falls near the more famous Owu Falls. During my conversation with Hart and his daughter, Candy, it became even more eerie to hear what had happened with her that first night and how Candy had lost her innocence to black African lust. Although Dana was more invit...
Wilhelm Dautch and his twin brother Ron were expected to return to the concert venue over a half hour ago. Their band, German Blood, had been rehearsing for the final night of their U.S. concert tour when they decided to break for lunch and Ron and Wil decided to take a short tour of San Diego. It was more like the downtown shopping district. They wandered...
Part 06. The Union of Motherhood and Sexual Lust Special thanks to the Literotica member for editing assistance and excellent creative input. Thanks to the efforts of merrySM, new colors have appeared in this story. ***** While other people were doing shopping, having fun at the water park, or dropping out to the ocean to sunbathe on the beach, Farmer was...
Part 1 (Author's note: This story is set in the fictional town of Mountford in England near Salisbury. As far as I know, there are no mountains in the vicinity. 'Football' here refers to the game played with a black-and-white ball, not the American game.) It was chaos. "Mum would say 'I told you so' if she was here," Leslie said to her future roommate....
The rain fell on the tent over the grave in heavy drops. Mother Mary Rufus stood with her brothers and sisters with their children in its shelter as I read the graveside blessing for their mother. Lucinda Parkhurst-Frazelton had come to the end of her long journey, and gone to her reward. It seemed a bit sacrilegious as I read the words that my thoughts wand...
As-Salamu Alaykum, my brothers and sisters. My name is Jonathan James Korfa. My friends call me J.J. My family hails from the town of Dhamasa in the Gedo region of Somaliland. My father and mother moved to the City of Boston, Massachusetts, where I was born a few years later. I grew up in New England, and lived there for my whole life. One day, my existence...
As always, I use real places for local color when I can: Central Baptist Hospital, PNC Bank, the Meadowthorpe area, street names and Kroger are all real places. Maybe it'll amuse some of the readers who actually live or work at those places. The persons depicted are all fictional, and any resemblance to any person, living, dead or undead, is entirely coincid...
I had arrived in New York the previous evening. After a long flight from Los Angeles and had to wake up early to make this meeting. I was a young up and coming writer working on a few small shows and had completed various TV scripts. I was well respected and many people in the industry thought I could do wonders. For now though I was still working my way up...
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...