My name is Wanda Philogene, and I'm a Haitian woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. For four years I was married to this tall, handsome African-American guy named Roger Stephens, and had two daughters by him, Amelia and Nicole. Roger and I met while studying at Bridgewater State University, and fell in love. I thought we would be together fore...
This is the beginning of a coming of age story that is planned to run about 6 or 7 chapters (or as long as I care to drag it out!) *** It was a clear night with no moon, the last rays of sunset were fading in the west. There I was standing out behind our summer cottage looking at the darkening sky with my hand on my crotch. My mom was in the kitchen unpack...
This is an entry in the 2017 Literotica Summer Lovin' contest. Although this is a fanfic of the show "Speechless", I believe it can be enjoyed with no prior knowledge of the show. Thanks to Todger65 for his editing job. All characters are over 18 years old. * JJ Dimeo stared at the big screen TV playing the original Ghostbusters from 1984. He was bored...
You were waiting in the pew for confession and at your age maybe you should have known better than to develop a schoolgirl crush on the new Priest but age was just a number and girlish fantasies had followed you well into adulthood. You watched the high school principal slipping from the confessional booth, rosaries clutched in her hand, her face streaked w...
Sam Gates was a divorced 42 year old lawyer, living in southern California. His sex with his ex had been uneventful. She would allow cunnilingus but did not seem to really enjoy it. The handful of times his tongue had gone south towards her anus she would immediately tell him it was off limits. She was a little shocked that a man would enjoy the taste "down...
I worked with this woman for a few years now. Her name was Caitlin but people called her Cat. She was about 5'8'' and had dark hair down past her shoulders. She had C cup breasts and was about 35 years old. Around the office she would always wear a tight blouse and dark fitted pants which would often catch my eye and I always made sure to make her blush by...
It is late and we have been driving for several hours but we finally made it to the cabin, far away from anyone else. Smiling over at me you pull me into your arms and kiss me. You get out, come around, and open my door. You lean in, unbuckle me, pull me gently from the car and rub my arms up and down. I stretch into your caress, my head nuzzling your ches...
I 'woke' up and looked around, seeing an empty landscape in front of me. I can't believe that it actually worked! 'I need to thank Steel for the meditation advice he gave me' I thought to myself. I had asked him for some tips when it came to meditation because he told me that I could open a mindscape where I controlled all. That fucker was really telling th...
A war camp is a noisy place- everyone seems to feel compelled to call out to one another at the tops of their voices, and the clash of arms and rhythmic pounding of men's boots and their call and response as they pass at all hours, seem to fill the world. Women's voices too- laughing, sobbing, gasping- girls with soft little hands that pluck at her like gent...
Why does it seem I spend so much time writing eulogies? Michael Jackson, Steven Jobs and now Whitney Houston. I remember growing up in South Carolina. I was raised primarily by my great grandmother, a woman who was almost sixty when I was born. We lived in what was called a mill village. Back in the teens, twenties and early thirties, textile mills in the...