The Jazz Age Chapter Two: The Love Nest Charlie Desmond, the husband of Nancy Desmond, had a great faith in the future of America. Along with most of the men he knew, he thought the business of America was business and that was that. The business of America was business and the future of business looked good. No, he thought it was better than that. The bu...
It was another boring Saturday for Bai. No matter the day, it was the same scene. There was her husband sitting on the couch watching one sport or another, while she kept herself busy with common household chores. Unfortunately for her, this is what life was like after marrying young and so many years had passed. Today's exciting chore was laundry. As she...
Saturday I was awoken by my wife with coffee in bed. She had brought me coffee in bed before, but this was different. Wearing a black corset and red lace thong that immediately got my attention. I was up and ready to go. Gina handed me the coffee and then reached under the covers to measure my response. Smiling she leaned in and whispered "Why don't you fini...
The stories in this series were written at least a year ago before I knew about Literotica. The previous one (chapter 3) is posted here. If the object of the New York authorities were to increase prostitution and depravity, they could not better accomplish it than by their present policy towards the unfortunate class that everybody endeavors to ignore, but...
"Hi Baby, I'm home" she shouted as she came through the door at two o'clock in the morning. All I could do is cringe. You see just a mere twelve hours earlier I was helping her in the bathroom while she was soaking in the tub. I had the sponge and I was gently washing her body with the turquoise scented bath oil beads that saturated the bath water. The oil...
Stories in this contest can be based around any winter holiday, or even just end-of-the-year festive nostalgia and atmosphere. No descriptive sex in this and it could have been posted in any of a number of categories. Whichever one you want is exactly where I should have put it. I decided on this category as this subject matter tends to draw the ire of thos...
After Waking up disorientated and wrung out, I lay there looking at my dorm's lumpy, discolored ceiling before noticing Jamie's breathing next to me. Lulling my head to the side, I saw him flat on his back, still with stockings on but having cleaned up at some point. The steady, slow tempo of his breathing was comforting and the view of his chest rising and...
Life's busy and it's been a while since I posted a story. I've branched out from my previous themes for this. PLEASE NOTE: as with many of my stories, this has a slow build up. This chapter simply sets the scene for what follows. It's an approach that helps me to get into the various characters and to develop the story, and I enjoy the detail and tension....
After a restless night, I finally dragged my tired and sore body out of bed. My asshole was on fire and I could feel the pain with every step I took. I thought about skipping the insurance sessions to catch-up on my sleep, but after tonight I did have to return to my real life, my job, and my asshole boss. I downed several cups of coffee and got dressed in...
Summary: Proud black woman is dominated by younger racist employee. Note 1: This is dedicated to the real Shauna who this happened to... although I have tamed it down... believe it or not! It is also dedicated to the real Ms. Shelly. Note 2: WARNING This story is a story about racial domination. If this offends you please stop reading. Also note, this is...