I love hearing the stories of how couples met. No matter how weird or mundane the story is there is always a hint of magic in it. Each story is a reminder of the magic of love. My favorite love story of all time is still the story of Rory and Amelia Pond... it is by far the most epic love story! He waited two thousand years for her. She gave him up to save h...
Louis Antoine sat behind his desk at the Boston Police Department. He was a tall, good-looking young man with dark brown skin and a shaved head. One of the youngest detectives on the Narcotics squad. A native of Haiti, he came to the US while still in his youth and studied Criminal Justice at a state college. Now, nearly a decade later, he was a respected me...
"So, you are a porn author," the female voice stated simply. Sundar jumped out of his skin. He had been writing erotica for his next post on literotica. He should not have tried that in a public place like an airplane. But he thought if he kept the font small, no one would have noticed. He looked up from his writing. The woman who had plumped herself in t...
Abby and Jess had been friends for what seemed like forever. They told each other everything-things they'd never tell anybody else. They were the picture perfect example of best friends. Well, almost everything. There was one thing Abby never discussed with Jess, and that was the encounter she'd had with Jess's father. It was only a few weeks back--Abby was...
Bianca was not happy. It was a month now since she had stopped living with her then boyfriend after finding him pounding away at some big breasted bitch in their bed. It wasn't just the cheating that got to her but what he had said. - Her tits were two small for any man to be interested, her shoulders looked like a man's and because she wouldn't fuck him wi...
"I like younger black men, stud, and you, my dear Raphael, are the cream of the crop," Marianne Charles said in a coy tone, as she looked at Jacques Etienne, and licked her full, sensuous lips most suggestively. Leaning against her bright red Rav4, the tall, curvy and bodacious, forty-something Haitian-Canadian woman was looking at Jacques the way a hungry p...
I was fresh out of college and working in a new city. I needed a room near the train station that I could afford and I found one. I was renting out one bedroom in the home of a divorced woman whose children had recently moved out. The price was right and I paid a deposit and signed for 3 months. I didn't have any furniture and I had only about a week's wort...
Like a lot of brothers out there, I love exotic girls. My favorites would have to be curvaceous ladies of the Lebanese persuasion, though. Don't ask me why but they're more fun than the others. My name is Saleh Osman and I was born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to a Djiboutian immigrant father and a French Canadian mother. My folks, Kader Osman and Stephan...
Born in the City of El Beida, Libya, and educated at the University of Tripoli, Asma Esmail came to Ontario, Canada, at the age of forty four to make a fresh start. Her marriage to a certain tall, handsome Libyan Muslim gentleman named Yassin Al-Taib didn't work out, and she decided to relocate. The United States of America appealed to her, but Asma opted fo...
Gail Galloway's face was even redder than her hair. She had accidentally hit an extra 0 on the microwave, setting the popcorn to 30 minutes, before rushing back to finish her article on the new summer-movie season for Apple magazine. Had it not been for Angela Morris seeing the flames shoot out of the Sanyo, the entirety of Apple's Brooklyn offices would hav...