I would love your feedback on my stories, I would like to write stories for people to read and have fun with. If you have any ideas or would like a personalised storey then give me a shout. These storeys are very much my own fantasies and if you could help make them happen then give me a shout. I'd been asked by my next door neighbours to keep an eye on the...
Hello there, this is your friendly neighborhood fantasy writer with yet another story for you. Here I wish to bring forward a real, tempting, and mouthwatering story of a housewife I had met on one of my road trips. This I narrate as told by her, for my earnest viewers of "literotica". It 's been a little more than 20 years since I had been married with Pan...
Daddy stood over me gently letting the tips of the flogger caress my body, he drew it over my still developing breasts, teasing my engorged nipples. He smiled at me confidently as he drew the flogger back and let it softly drop onto my left breast; he repeated this on my right breast. He continued this ministration of my breast until I was panting with excit...
"I like to dominate strong and handsome men, especially black men," Rona Akesuk said with a wicked smile, and the fifty-something Inuit woman, originally from the City of Iqaluit, Nunavut, leaned back in her chair while addressing her globe-spanning audience via web cam. As the only Inuit dominatrix in her hometown of Iqaluit, Mistress Ro catered to a broad...
Do you have a hobby that most people just don't understand? Maybe you like drag racing. Or perhaps you're mad about football, hockey, wrestling or soccer. Perhaps you consider rugby or mountain climbing to be the highlight of your life. It's more than a hobby for you, it's a passion. You cannot do without it. You experience withdrawal or something. Yeah, tha...
Kate hurried along the teeming central Mumbai street towards the café, checking her watch anxiously. She was already some minutes late, thanks to a traffic jam which had delayed her for nearly half an hour. She stopped for a moment to fan herself with a newspaper and to take a deep breath; after living for some months in India since her publishing company in...
One life to live, ladies and gentlemen. That's basically all we've got. My name is Sagal Jawari and I'm a young black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I study criminal justice at the University of Toronto, and these days, life is too hectic for words. It's not easy being a brown-skinned female and a Muslim in Canada. Eve...
Mary Cassidy was forty when she met the Reverend Joseph Drummond. He was a fine African male tall, well muscled, and with an obviously fat package buried inside his custom trousers. He was also unmarried and since his newest church did not supply him a rectory, he was looking for a home. Mary was the best white real estate agent in town. There was a time wh...
I knew he was a killer. There was no doubt. I was across the street, outside the restaurant, when I saw him. I saw his face just briefly when he lit his cigarette, the flame reflected against his black skin. Then he vanished and the alley went back to darkness. "Well, I think I got that squared away," said Harold, marching out of the restaurant behind me....
The name is Julianne Bosworth, and I've got a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to an English-Canadian father and an Aboriginal Canadian mother. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with light bronze skin, long Black hair and light brown eyes, that's essentially me in a nutshell. Exotically beautiful, those are the words I hear...