Author's note: I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking). Since it did turn out to be rather long I have decided to break it down into several smal...
This story is posted on the Literotica website—the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent. This is the final in a multi-chaptered interracial cuckold story. If you haven't read the previous chapters, I encourage you to do so, but I'm confident you'll enjoy it as a standalone too...and then you'll go b...
I never used to believe in luck. I always thought that a person created their own luck. You just had to be in the right place at the right time, and be prepared to take advantage of the opportunity when it presented itself. Then when that opportunity came around, you grabbed ahold of it and ran with it as fast and as far as you could. That's what I always th...
It's been a while since I wrote anything... So I thought I'd break up the winter monotony with this little tale. If there is a message here; it is that life entails choices. And the hard part of living it is making the right choice. The plot re-introduces three people from another of my stories. And I have to add that it was a pleasure revisiting old friends...
Prologue "Hey Sim, are you doing anything Monday night?" "Hey Gin, Monday, the 14th?" A pause. "No, nothing special. Why?" "Couple of the girls and I are having a little impromptu gathering in the green room. Be nice if you stopped by." A short pause, then: "Jason's cool with it." Jason was the Company Manager, and if he wasn't cool with it just yet, he s...
Author's note: Part six. To understand where the characters come from, it is recommended to read the first five parts. Please remember to vote at the end. *** Chapter 20 All Things Must Change Ashley was watching Joe's face. His expression of concern when he left the classroom hadn't changed any, but the blood drained, making him appear as white as a s...
ONE Janet needed passport sized photos. She was nearly broke again; her housecleaning jobs were poor paying and infrequent, and the guru kept pressing--oh, so spiritually--for larger and larger contributions to the ashram. Now applying for a new job--any job--she was finding that all the agencies required voluminous resumés and documentation, including phot...
Other stories in this series Nancy Remembers Chap. 1 Nancy Remembers Chap. 2 Nancy Remembers Chap. 3 Then the following are separate but related stories and may be read without regard to sequence. Nancy and the Guard Nancy visits the Poop Deck Nancy and her Observer Nancy and her Boss Part 1 Nancy and her Boss Part 2 Nancy and her Boss - The Weeken...
[This little erotic novella is a collaborative effort between myself, and another, who has fleshed out Snama in more ways than one.] Part one . . . Reality in the Twilight Zone Perhaps it was a gentle, anemonic caress of his manhood sheathed inside Snama's yoni that had awakened Neshe. Or it was just a sleepy stirring of the angelic form spooned against hi...
All characters are over 18 years of age. ***** The stall was thick with steam. Fat beads of condensation were rolling down the white porcelain tiles and fogged glass door. Tipping her head back into the spray, Milla Jovovich uttered a low throaty moan as the scalding water pelted her naked body, cascading over her face and down her sodden hair, washing the...