Chapter 21 Spring still seemed a distant hope as the winter wind continued to howl through the streets. Sitting on a bench outside the library, Don carefully nibbled on a steaming hot pasty. Once he had finished eating, Don tossed the wrapper towards a nearby bin, then sighed as it deflected off the shaft of a broken umbrella. He jumped from the bench befo...
CONTENT WARNING: Like most of my stories this one is fairly long and plot-heavy (though to be fair, it's plenty smutty, too). It contains occasional racial epithets and some rough kink content that some may find uncomfortable, so reader caution is advised. Anything that might be construed as depiction of a real-life person, or subculture of persons, is ficti...
"After having so much fun at Grampa Micky's why do I need to go to Mommy's?" "KNOCK IT OFF!" Lonnie snaps, "I'll deal with her man Mark." "Noooooooo! You said you would let me deal with him." "You don't have what it takes to resist him. I do. Skinhead or not, that guy will NOT ruin my daughter." "DADDY!" She yells with tears developing in her eyes. With...
"Fools, don't you ever call me Dragon lady," Lily Zhang said sharply, glaring at the armored and helmeted Guardsmen, and the three men exchanged a look, then raised their rifles, ready to fire. Sighing in resignation, Lily willed the transformation to begin, and at once her body began to twist and change. Huge, bat-like wings unfurled from her back, and she...
Julie was a white woman, she had short blonde hair and was 5'5. Her ravishing blue eyes was making everybody blush when speaking to her. She had medium firm tits and medium bubble firm bubble butt. She trained all the time at home or outside. Julie hasn't seen Rebecca for almost two years. Rebecca had a private instagram with not many followers but Julie was...
In 2007 when I was nineteen I moved to Germany. The first thing I saw when I was about to walk into the apartment building I was going to live in, was a racist attack. I reacted saying in English (I didn't speak any German) to the tall skinhead in his early twenties that I had called the police and he should stop. He gave me a vicious look, left the bloody m...
"You can't kill my husband," she instructed, pausing to take a drag on her cigarette. The skinhead standing in front of her watched as she blew a plume of smoke from her ruby red lips. "She has a tender streak, after all," he complained in a mock-plaintive tone. She slapped away the finger that stroked her full lower lip. "Focus," she snapped. "I want that...
It was a seedy bar, probably just on the cusp of illegality. If Detective Inspector Alex Drake had been so inclined she could have probably found a dozen infractions which would lead a magistrate to close it down, ranging from fire regulations to the definite smell of pot in the toilets. She sighed, back in the twenty-first century the only time she would co...
I was at a red light on a sunny day waiting in my car, I had long blonde hair with a cute face and I was lost in my thought. I tried to resist my fantasy so much it became more and more strong. I was 27 years old and a beauty; I took my medium latte Starbucks coffee and drink some thinking about the Black girl I saw at the Starbucks. How beautiful she was, h...
Author's Comment; This is my first submission to Literotica; A story I wrote several years before. All characters and situations depicted are purely fictional. I never realised how quiet a hotel room could be. Sure, there's the occasional muted thump, or perhaps the flush of a nearby toilet, but in the main, it's very quiet; the sort of quiet where you...