Once again, offered to you with appreciation to LadyCibelle for editing this piece. Any mistakes in the Portuguese translations are purely mine. Sorry about that. * * * * * We are all tested and offered choices in our lives. Do we turn left or right? Do I file my taxes now or wait until the 15th of April? If we are lucky, we make the right choice and pass...
The week at the school went by without problems. My teacher, a young and very attractive Japanese lady, seemed very pleased with my achievements about the language. Maybe she was trying to flirt with me, or maybe it was just a fantasy of mine. But I did not want to "cheat" Masako. No secrets, no lies, no problems. I know, "Carpe Diem," seize the day, but, yo...
Abigail is fifty if she's a day but she's not married and I don't think she has any kids. It's not something we've ever talked about. Our relationship has clear, well-defined boundaries - questions about kids never come up, unless it's about avoiding them. At her age, she's not interested and I'm happy to oblige her. Abigail works in the cash office of the...
I traveled to New York after many years of avoiding the city. Too many bad memories kept me from it, and I truly had little reason to visit. As the Airbus rumbled through the skies approaching La Guardia I checked my seat belt and thought of the last time I had been in the city and how it teemed with life and energy and all the possibilities that you can onl...
Beautiful, that was what she called me. I knew I was a good looking guy but guys are not beautiful. I was not beautiful. I did understand that I was not handsome in the normal meaning of the word. I also knew most guys that looked like me were gay and those guys were gorgeous. I was gay. She was my best friend Jenn, a cute bundle of energy and my work stati...
Tamara Johnson watched the sun setting on the distant horizon. The Novo Brazilian sky was alive with orange and pink hues, it was beautiful. She studied her reflection in the window of her room. A snub-nosed, freckled face stared back at her, green eyes, curly copper hair, chopped short at her nape. Not bad. She had been trying to get more sleep lately and i...
This story was inspired by a short story in The New Yorker called Experience. I loved it and wanted to reimagine a similar story had it been written for Literotica. In the process of transformation, the story really became a very different tale. I hope you all enjoy it and please read the original if you want to read a true professional short story author. I...
When I was a kid, my family hosted an exchange student, and it turned out to be a phenomenal experience for me. He and I became best of friends and remain in contact today through the wonderful world of e-mail. With that in mind, and having shared these experiences with my wife, I wanted us to serve as hosts and turn it into a family tradition of sorts. Aft...
Chapter Eight: Entrapment "Here, sit beside me," Erika invited Katie as the dark haired woman and Alistair came down for breakfast. Both looked showered and refreshed, but Erika knew better. When it came to sex, she had a keen eye, and these two had been up most of the night. Inside, she burned. Outwardly, though, she kept her face smooth, offering a pleasa...
*Standard Disclaimer: This story deals with the fetish of smoking. If that's not your cup of tea please move on. Nothing you may say will change anyone's opinions about the topic. Some of us find attractive women who smoke to be utterly erotic. I am one of them. For those who enjoy my smoking tales, please indulge me as I indulge my other fetish in the way...