(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was...
"Stephen, have you been pissing me off because it secretly turns you on when I'm angry?" Gladys Osinbajo asked, looking at the big and tall, twenty-something and burly young African-American man who stood before her. Well-dressed and handsome, Stephen Volta decidedly cut an impressing figure. A newcomer to the City of Lagos, Nigeria, by way of Boston, Massac...
The plane was in its final descent. She sat in her window seat staring out at the unfamiliar terrain of Minnesota. She was California born and raised, and had spent the last several years of her adult life in the sleepy, lush deep south. The fact that she was heading so far north was yet another example that you should never say never. A short time ago, s...
Sitting in the living room of her boyfriend Aziz's apartment, Nadia Al-Masri smiled to herself as she looked at the contents of her man's computer. The fool actually left everything open before he went to his afternoon classes at Carleton University. Apparently, Aziz Kalenzaga, the tall, dark-skinned and macho West African stud who stole the young Yemeni-Can...
Hi, there. How are you? How's the family you ask? Well, a while back, I was quite surprised when I got a visit from a pretty young lady. It was my stepsister, cousin Jewel Price. What the Hell, she's just like one of the family. At least, that's the way I thought of her. I hadn't seen her in quite a while. She brought the news that she had gotten a divorce...
West in the 22nd Century: Apple Juice and Citrus Scene: Somewhere in America: The West in the 22nd Century (Part 1) "Are you coming?" "Where to?" replied Apple Juice. "To the beach," said Citrus. "I thought I might stay in and do some painting today," said Apple Juice, a little flustered by her friend's suggestion. Why did Citrus have to be so active a...
Three months ago, a miracle happened in the morgue of a small midwestern town—a man who was found dead the night before suddenly awoken. Somehow death had deemed it high time to take a vacation and in his absence, the souls of the damned seemingly went looked for their bodies. Unfortunately for the diener who was working that day the man who returned from th...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Seema Patel was a lovely young woman. She was twenty-one-years-old and had recently graduated from college. She had gotten the highest marks in her classes and graduated with honors. Her mother, Asha Patel, and her younger brother, Manish, were both very proud of her. It had not been easy for Seema. She had grown up as part of a traditional family in a sma...
The following is the senior paper for Erin Benning, (fictional) music education major at Fresno State University. Erin Benning SID: EB4093049 for Dr. Rochell Harris MSE 497W-3 Music. It is the glue that binds our world together. It is the top influence in the world today. It can make a man cry, or a woman dance. It can make a child sleep, or an elderly...