I knew, from the very beginning, that it was a dangerous idea. He wanted to come over, so I could teach him to cook a few things. We'd had the plan for weeks, but then unexpectedly, my husband had to go out of town. He came over anyways. It started off innocent. We cooked a delicious meal, and ate, and hung out. We sat together on the back patio, drinkin...
Before I begin to tell you about this very real event, I have to clarify that this has nothing whatsoever to do with RACE. It has to do with LOCATION! This nightly event that I am about to describe to you, takes place on the African Continent. Unfortunately, I’m unable to recall where this African “sporting event” occurs, but I am reasonably certain that it...
Once upon a time there was a man who was lost within himself. He tried to hide it by always talking to everyone around about everything except his real feelings. He had been hurt by love in the past, and now he's to afraid of getting involved and getting hurt again... but he hasn't learned the fact that if he was going to ever find love again, he will have t...
Great Great Granddad had settled in this forsaken spot in 1849. The saucer shaped valley with its poisonous springs had not attracted any other settlers, but the grand old man; a salt miner from Russia, had recognised the signs. He had begun a small salt mine and had exported salt lick block down to Texas before it was Texas. The family had prospered and un...
Prince Andile Bafana stretched lazily on his bed and gazed at his beautiful wife, Princess Fikile. Grinning, he flexed his pleasurably sore muscles. Sometimes he honestly thought the tall, ebony-skinned and absolutely gorgeous African Princess was trying to kill him in the most pleasurable of ways. That amazingly sexy body of hers did things to him which ast...
At a little over the Literotica minimum of 750 words (just over a thousand), this is all dialogue. "Can we fuck them? Fuck them any way and any time we want to?" "Of course; they belong to us...they are our property." "Can we tease them...hurt them...just a little?" "Just a little...nothing permanent or disfiguring." "Have they achieved their majority?"...
*knock knock* Half an hour late. Quietly cursing her timing, I stuff my hard dick back into my pants and stand up to redo my belt. *Knock Knock* Alone behind the desk in my small studio space, clicking frantically around on my laptop screen, I attempt to close the many open tabs displaying variations on the same photo of gorgeous goddess/pop-star Taylor...
My name is Cathy Anne Morgan. I'm a young black woman living in the city of Chicago, Illinois. I currently attend the Chicago Institute of Technology, a four-year private college. Yeah, my college days were turning out alright. Better than I expected, in fact. I'm having the time of my life! I found myself going out and most importantly getting laid a lot mo...
Sometimes, I simply don't know what to do anymore. I crave thrills. Sometimes, it endangers my life but I can't help it. Honestly, I am beginning to think I might have an addiction. When I think of addictions, I usually think of drugs, or maybe alcohol. However, in my condition the term still applies. How else could I explain some of the things I find myself...
My Sweetest Love, I have missed you so much these past few weeks. My body mourns. You woke me to the pleasures of daily sex and now, rudely, I am bereft. I need you so. I was so ready to orgasm yesterday morning when we were together on the phone. I curse the war that disrupts the lines between you and I. I almost screamed in frustration when your voice,...