I am Pakistani conservative housewife living in the US with my husband and kids. This story is based on one of my real sex experience with my daughter's boyfriend. This experience is real but this story is inspired by from the other story. So real credit goes to the real author. *** My little girl Shazi was getting back home this end of the week however s...
It was a year since we had moved to Bangkok. My husband got a good job opportunity through his company and after much discussion we had decided to move with our two kids to Thailand. The kids had grown up and were going to school leaving me with a lot of time at hand. I had decided to work and Asim had supported my decision. I got a job in marketing departme...
The good Black man, the one so many Black women say they've given up on finding, does he really exist? I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Jacob Voltaire and I was born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Haitian immigrant parents. My folks, Antoine and Magdalene Voltaire moved to provincial Alberta from their hometown of Port-De-Paix, Repu...
Slipping into jeans and a t-shirt, I decided to call Michael Whittaker in Washington to arrange a pay-off for my takedown on Thaddeus Combs. His secretary informed me he was tied up in a conference meeting but she'd have him call when he finished. Having the phone in my hand, I called Trace's cell phone. Hoping to hear his voice, all I heard was ringing, th...
Taken to her boyfriend's home Two months went by very quickly and an eighteen-year-old Bablee, was enjoying the high life in Los Angeles. She'd decided to call herself Daliya, then found most of her new friends couldn't pronounce it, so shortened it to Daly. Although too young, she dressed well in an older style, which gave her access to certain night clubs...
All in the family Bablee and Adrian were talking about school, and Jimmy told them about his job. He told them to stay in school as long as possible, because work sucked. Bablee giggled over this, as she was twenty-six and shouldn't have been sent back to high school. A woman in the corporation had mistaken her for her husband's niece, and thought she was...
"And what do you see in my future?" the stunningly beautiful girl in the sparkling yellow dress asked, her hand stretched out across to me. Conversation at the table died as I wondered what to do. I did not know this person, and here she was giving me her hand, ostensibly to read her stars. In our native country, Pakistan, this was a serious breach of inter-...
All characters are fictional. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are coincidental. Relax and get horny. It's only Literotica. * Nick peered surreptitiously out of his side bedroom window. Ana had just come out to put trash in the garbage can next to her garage. As Nick had expected, his neighbor was sporting a fresh black eye. After the loud battle...
As usual, the previous chapters should be read before this to fully understand the story line and characters. All comments welcome as it helps to improve the writing. For a few months after Amy gave birth to Colin Pearce's child, we settled down to our lives again. The spark that our sex lives thrived on had to be content with only the memory of the filthy...
My husband and I had recently moved to Germany after getting married. He had studied in Germany and had been working here for the past few years. Ours was an arranged marriage. In Pakistan this is a common way of marrying off daughters when they are young, I was 21. In the first few weeks we were setting up our home like any newlyweds. Ali, my husband, is a...