Somewhere in suburban North America, circa mid-1990's... I leaned on the 4ft wooden fence that surrounded what passed for a front yard to my condo. I was watching the sun set while sipping on a beer in a tall pint glass and enjoying a mild pot buzz. I had only been home for a few minutes, so I was still in my work clothes and stank of grease and oil mixed w...
Ben had the strangest sensation, like waking up from a dream about waking up from a dream—but he had woke up ten minutes ago. He felt a strange tingling pain at the back of his skull, but after a few moments it subsided. "Are you sure you packed everything?" Vic asked before yawning mightily, closing the driver's side door with a heavy enough slam to shake...
Author's note: The story below is a fantasy that is a combination of a few fetishes that I discovered that I had after reading several different types of stories on Literotica. I have always been fascinated with the shape and curves of the female foot. I love the summer time due to the number of women walking around with sandals on showing off their pedicur...
I often envy my friends here in metropolitan Ottawa, for the endless freedom that they enjoy. Of course, I never tell them this. They see me walking by, the tall, plump Arab gal with the hijab and long skirt, and they think they're so different from me. As if I don't have romantic or sexual fantasies, as if I don't have needs. They forget that I am a woman u...
The next morning, his escort arrived: a pair of armed men knocking at the door. "Armed" in this sense meaning with short swords. Their clothing was close enough to what might be expected of a modern military man, but Evan noted with no small amount of interest the lack of firearms. Maybe that was just because he wasn't seen as a threat; maybe the guns were e...
The name is Summer Adewale, and I'm a young black woman of Nigerian descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Life hasn't been a bed of roses lately, and I'm not just talking about political upheavals, Covid, or the madness we've all been enduring in our daily lives. Nope, I am referring to the fact that the world is close to ending, and I've been tapp...
Another day, another dollar. Isn't that what they say? Stephen here. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the region of Ontario, Canada. You may address me by my proper title. For I am The Hijab Hunter. It's Friday morning and I just called the Royal Bank of Canada's automated information system to find out how much I've got. Thirteen...
I travel a lot. Whenever I tell people where I'm from, they look at me in a funny way. Sometimes I smile and nod, and other times I feel like shaking them. There are Indians, Chinese people and Pakistanis in the Republic of South Africa, it's not just Blacks and Whites down there! The name's Madeeha Abbasi, and my friends call me Maddy. I used to get pissed...
Meet Sangeetha Serasinghe, a wild young woman of Sri Lankan descent living in the City of Los Angeles, California. After her parents died during clashes between the Tamil Tigers and the Sri Lankan government, Sangeetha came to stay with her aunt Meena in Los Angeles. At first, the young Sri Lankan woman experienced culture shock, which was to be expected sin...
Do you remember the choose your own path stories you used to read when you were a kid? I do, and I loved them. Still do, as a matter of fact. So here's the deal. I am going to be the main character in your very own erotic Choose Your Path story. You're welcome. Here's how it works. After introducing myself I'll describe a scenario that is currently goin...