Mumtaz stood at the entrance of Bay Pride mall, staring into the abyss of the uncountable number of people moving around like ants. She could stop this right now. She could turn around and walk back. But something twitched inside her, a potential soulmate, maybe a man who could satisfy her wet dreams. Mumtaz stood frozen. Maybe he would be the storm in her...
Frustrating Moments and Dreams Margaret awoke with a hangover. After downing a pint of orange juice, and a couple of aspirin, she figured on a hot tea as the next best thing. She sat at the kitchen table, nursing a sore head, cursing the maniacal lawn mowers, that is, the men pushing or riding them. Wondering if last night was a success, she remembered so...
I'm so happy that so many of you are loving this story. It's a different type of story than I normally write as some of you have noticed, but it's a story I feel I need to tell. With that I hope you enjoy this chapter. -theonlinestalker The air vibrated around Sonya as she listened to his words. It was as if he had taken what oxygen she had left and was...
I found Amanda in the training room. Since it was pretty early in the morning, there was no one else there. Just Amanda, in shorts and a tank top, slamming her foot into the guts of a hanging punching bag like it owed her money. Her knee, then her heel, then her palm, then her knee again, all of it crashed home as she grunted and punched and punched and punc...
Reunion It's been five years since I started teaching and every year it keeps getting harder. Administration always adding some new program or new way of teaching, that I cannot seem to get behind. My co-workers complain to me so much, their ramblings have become incessant chatter to my ears. The joy of being a hardworking Black male whom listens. The stud...
This short story was inspired by another of Literotica's contributors - 'WhiteWave48' without whose original idea it could never have been written. Hers was the creative concept, mine merely the pleasure of converting that into the story that we both hope you, and others, will enjoy as much as we have in bringing to you. For some of her own very special br...
Note: There really is a Blackbird studios in Nashville, and I used it (or my memory thereof) for much of the physical description of the studio here. However, the characters I placed within it are in no way representative of the people who actually work(ed) there, and are in fact partially inspired by individuals I met at an entirely different time and place...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. A sincere thank you to all readers who regularly vote, leave public comments and send feedback, please continue to do so, feedback and comments are important as it is the only indication of reader approval that...
All characters in this work of fiction are over the age of eighteen. *** Toby King walked up to his front door and stuck his key in the lock, but the door wasn't locked. His mom had left for Utah the night before, and he knew he'd locked it when he left for school. He entered the house slowly and looked around. Nothing was missing, so he headed upstairs. E...
"A first date on Valentine's Day? Sounds like another notch to be added on your dates-from-hell bedpost to me." I rolled my eyes at my coworker, Taylor, who also happened to be my best friend. "This one is going to be different." "Right," she replied. "It's cute how you always say that." I opened my mouth to blast her with a snappy retort but lost my trai...