My name is Beatrice Harold. A five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, black-haired and pleasantly voluptuous ( and big-bottomed ) young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Anyone looking at me would see an ordinary gal. A sweet-faced young lady with a permanently dreamy expression. I've been told my light brown eyes are naturally slee...
I met this girl who looks like a fish and smells like a fish. That's not as bad as it sounds, because I've always wanted a fishy girl. The story goes like this. I went to Vietnam for a two week vacation. I'd been there before, years earlier, and I felt nostalgic. Sounds normal, but it was supposed to be a lot more than a vacation. And a lot longer than two...
This is the fourth chapter of the serial. It is best read chapter-wise to follow the characters and events. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons living or dead or any events is pure coincidence. All characters are over 18 years of age ***** Let me take you back to Aruna. While Sekhar's sister and mother came to his rescue and star...
(Summary: A couple sexually befriends a beautiful woman neighbor. In Chapter 1, they get together for the first time, as couple invites her over for an evening BBQ. Wife serendipitously sexually engages neighbor, and neighbor eventually seduces them both that evening. But, neighbor lady never takes her pants off the entire evening! Couple decides to each kee...
Thanks to The Costermonger, Hale1 and Findegil for their editing. ***** Q was out of town for two weeks. That's my wife. Her name really isn't "Q," it's Monique, but that's what I call her. It just developed, don't ask me how, but she loves it. I call everyone I care about little pet names. I was enjoying my two weeks of freedom. I was eating. Meat, lots...
--------------- Edited and polished by Bronzeage. Great job, thank you. --------------- Tuesday morning they woke up early to execute their plan to spend a day at the beach. In order to avoid the rush hour traffic common in Pacific Ocean beach locations, they knew it was necessary to leave early. Regarding the cleaning crew today is was a good thing to b...
' Hi! Are you Jenny?' 'Yes, you are the new girl, Anita. I have seen you around, but not close enough to say, hello. How are you settling in?' 'Fine! Just glad to see the first week in. The girls tell me you live near me on the estate. My car is in dock so I will have to get the bus home tonight. Would you mind if we go home together.' 'No, Anita that wou...
Author's note: This story is dedicated to my fellow Literotica writer Lisa. The concept arose from the fantasies that lingered in my mind on the footsteps of a most pleasant online correspondence that began when we discussed the stories we had shared here. Do note that I have made some changes based on her feedback and incorporated some paraphrases of her wo...
I am posting a series of true stories about my encounters with "providers" around the country. I totally respect these women and in these stories have no intention of demeaning them. ************* This story goes back almost a decade. It occurred about a month after my first date with Carla in Cincinnati. This story is basically a continuation of my "A Dat...
"So who else was there?" Gloria asked while feeding Dale breakfast one Saturday morning. "Perhaps the strangest encounter was with a woman named Miriam," Dale said reflectively. "She was an orthodox Jew—an exquisitely beautiful creature that made you think of a Renaissance painting of the Madonna and Child, one that showed the Mother of God as pensive, ova...