To tell you the truth, she wasn’t much to look at. But then, neither am I. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t scream and run away ugly, she just wasn’t the kind you would look at twice. Or even once. That’s the way it is with motel maids, few actually look at them. I was stuck in a motel in South Carolina after my car broke down on the Interstate. BMW parts fo...
Razzles was the poor man's disco/bar attached to the hotel. Because it played music, it was down a long hallway so that it was far away from the hotel rooms. It had two entrances, one from the outside for those really cool people who thought going to a hotel bar, where you had to pay a cover, on a Tuesday night, was the thing to do! The other entrance was fo...
Greetings, readers! Welcome to my submission for the 2018 Literotica Winter Holidays Contest! This story is probably quite different from most of the other contest entries, but I feel it fits the winter category to a T. Instead of being set at Christmas, as some of my previous stories have been, I've set this story during the 2018 Winter Olympics, which is w...
Arthur sat at Cynthia's side gripping her hand tightly. Across from them sat Mable, Cynthia's mother and his own mother, Ruth. The two women regarded the nervous pair seriously. Ruth spoke first. "I suppose you know why Mable and I invited you two over, don't you?" "Because it's our anniversary?" Arthur offered, glancing shyly as his beautiful young wife....
Hi everyone! I haven't posted in a while, but I definitely have been having a lot of experiences. Best news is that I found a new adult bookstore to hang out in! I found out about if from a guy who I gave a blow job to in SECRETS in Jack London Square in Oakland. He asked me if I'd ever been there, and I told him I'd never even heard of it. It's a place call...
Naganti Kanan paced his chambers as he waited for the Cha'Dech to return to him. Large strides of heavy legs moved at a rabbit's pace as he rubbed his face and flicked his braids behind his shoulder. She should have returned by now. As the thought went through his mind, the main door to the chamber opened and she stepped inside. "Took you long enough." He sc...
6:00p.m. Dinner went great. No more hounding questions at the dinner table. Everyone ate and was stuffed. Big Momma and LaJoria got up, cleared the dinner plates and went into the kitchen. She brought back the hot peach cobbler from the oven and a bucket of vanilla ice cream. She served everyone their portions and returned to the kitchen. "Why don't we ta...
[Note: Mother Debbie, the famous advisor of cuckold husbands, is the creation of CDE. He has generously let me borrow her in order to help yet another woman in need. Thanks CDE! Also, I acknowledge inspiration from Dee Dee, wherever you are now. :( ] Hello, out there on the World Wide Web. This is Mother Debbie with another addition of my Internet column f...
AKA Racquel Darrian's Ultimate Fantasy Part II: Compton Niggas' Pornstar Racquel Darrian, dressed in tiny white mini-skirt with white latex knee-high boots checks herself in the mirror before putting on her tight fitting top designed to show of her nice tits. Her tan thighs looks gorgeous. As she turns, she can see in the mirror the skirt barely covers the...
I was still quite innocent in the art of walking the Vegas strip after 2 a.m., which was littered with screaming fat chicks, homeless men, stumbling couples, and hookers. As I walked across a bridge beneath one of those blaring fifty-foot TVs, two black chicks approached me. "Hey sexy! Where do you think you're going?" I'd never been too much into black girl...