You are probably wondering what has happened to Arnold. My gangly, awkward, but very cute 19-year-old neighbor who discovered a little fetish for my panties was back at college for another year. Now just because I haven't written about him in a while doesn't mean that he has gone unnoticed or ignored. I made it a singular goal of mine to keep Arnold erect...
He had known that working with her so closely would be a challenge for him. He had correctly anticipated that it would be very difficult to be around her all day, sharing the same space, looking at her, talking with her, laughing with her – without being able to touch her. But he had not realized that during their training process, they would actually sit...
Summary: Jasmine responds to most common questions asked by readers. Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, thor_ph, Robert, and Wayne for editing. 20 Questions I get asked a lot of questions about myself and my writing. There was even an article by Bob_Aganoush called Literotica Authors 02: silkstockingslover. This makes me think I should go into more detail. So her...
Her name used to be Dr. Sinaya Martin. She used to be able to give medical care, diagnose diseases, and do all the duties expected of a medical professional. Four men looked down at her as she slept, drugged into a coma. Each remembered the feel of her sleek body, the sound of her moans of helpless passion, and felt a tug at their groins even as their stomac...
"Sister, you're wasting your time with those Black men, my White clients pay a lot more and they practically worship me," Ramona Villanueva said, and she looked me up and down, then scoffed. I, Geraldine Valbrun, took a deep breath before answering Ramona's missive. I can't stand non-Blacks, fellow minorities included, who think they understand what it's lik...
To the outside world, Troy is your standard heterosexual alpha male: white-collar, boring, golf-playing, with drinking buddies and an appropriate level of disrespectful lust for the opposite sex. He reminded me of every Chad, Derek and Chip who bored me half to death. Tight blonde curls. Tanned. He looked exactly like he spent his weekends on a yacht and wax...
An Arrangement Forward In real life there was no "Mrs. Sang'. While my landlady, at one time, was oriental, any similarities between her and my fictional character are purely coincidental. On the other hand, it would have been very exciting to have met a "Mrs. Sang"(of any race) when I was single. Alas, I had to wait...until I got married a second time. S...
Author's Notes: (1) This is fiction, just a story; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 10. This story as a whole is way longer than I anticipated when I started, too long for those who hate it, not long enough for those who like it...apologies to the latter group; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself, and shouldn't we all exp...
We met Steve and Jenifer down in the coffee shop for a leisurely breakfast. Jenifer was acting like the cat that ate the canary and had that glow about her that I was all too familiar with. The funny part about it was that Steve looked like he had been up all night. It didn't take much for me and Tisha to put two and two together. We could have teased them b...
He finally booked into the doctors for the prostate examination. His wife had been nagging him for days, following one of their friends being diagnosed recently with prostate cancer. As he walked in to the Doctors he said he was here for an examination booked by his wife. The receptionist said no problem, your appointment is with Doctor Sutton. Pete sat i...