international stories and histories

All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.
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"Because I still think it's stupid and a waste of time. But whatever, he's getting here in a sec so I can't just keep arguing," I explained into the phone.
"Yes, I'll tell him you give your best," I sighed. "Love you too Dad."...

Goodness! It's been a busy month, thinks Honey. Putting her feet on the footstall, she reaches for a glass of Pinot Grigio, which she had poured a few minutes earlier. She opens her laptop and types out a thank-you e-mail to two temporary staff, who have brilliantly helped her through the combined demands of a year-end, an audit, an internal audit and production of next year's financial plans....

The color of your skin doesn't matter when you're in The Shit.
That's what we called it, Afghanistan that is, when we were over there. It wasn't anything cute like "The Sandbox" or anything gung ho like "The Mission." It was just The Shit with the capitalization obvious.
Skin color don't matter. The ability to put the rounds from your M-4 downrange matters. The ability to throw a grenade through a window accurately, now that matters. Most important, the ability to drag my 185-pound ass behind a big ro...

That party was amazing, I will never forget it. David and I had such a good time. But when it was over, our life returned to normal for the next few months. David was still on the site almost every day, chatting with his buddies Brett and Brad, recounting tales and fantasies, and he was happy being the gatekeeper and appointment setter for his hotwife. We continued to meet up with Tony semi regularly, and eventually met some other guys that I liked to add to the mix every now and then. It became our new nor...

First, this is a futa story.
Second, this was made without AI.
Third, this story is about cheating.
Enjoy.
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As much as Jenna was the sort of woman that liked breaking her toys, as much as she liked consuming what should have been hers from the beginning, she would not have made it anywhere if she did not possess that rare quality. The only thing that separates human beings from animals, really....

The following is one of a series of standalone tales concerning the adventures of a group of characters inhabiting a plantation in the antebellum south.
All persons were over eighteen years of age at the time of any encounters described here.
Charlotte
Charlotte was born and brought up by her moderately well-off landowner parents on a large estate in the eastern counties of England in the early 19th century. She was particularly tall and well proportioned, for a woman of that period, with long rave...

Whitegirls Like You
Chapter 10 - Dressed for Black
The boutique was tucked between a soul food cafe and a barber shop, its windows draped in bold prints and bright signage that declared unapologetically: BLACK FASHIONISTAS.
Inside, the walls were a kaleidoscope of rich color―African prints, gold-accented accessories, statement tees, denim with flare, and dresses that demanded to be seen. The music was loud, the energy high, and the styles both exotic and extreme. Just being here made Millie feel li...

Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18. The story is a slow burn to build up the story but will focus more on what you all came for in the later chapters.
As soon as Kelly Anne Thompson set foot on Heritage Square, a surge of energy washed over her, realizing this would be her home for the next four years. It was mid-August, and the campus was bustling with Freshmen moving in. She gripped the handle of her rolling suitcase tightly with both hands, its wheels clattering over the uneven brick pa...

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18+. They are all ending high school and starting college.
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"... and you don't own me!" I heard the scream. It seemed part of my dreams, but sounded different.
A couple more yells, and now I could distinguish the voices: Lana and Daniel... arguing?...

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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I woke up the following morning to find Mai draped over my body, one leg over my waist, her head resting in the crook of my arm as she twirled the hairs on my chest. I stroked her hair which made her turn and smile, her beautiful beaming smile, at me....

I need to confess something again. Hey guys as you know I live alone and obviously tension builds so I went and did the unspeakable things with my 42 year old neighbor at three am, because I was so horny I couldn't even sleep.
I always found him hot, he was a real American man. Tall, muscular and always with high energy. As I got too horny on a Saturday night I just went and knocked in on my neighbors door at 3am in only panties and a bra saying I got locked out and was really cold since I was only weari...

I've always wanted to write this short story with more detail, but I've never had the chance because I'm currently and very proactively looking for a beautiful, seductive, exotic, sexy, curvy hotwife to fulfill this fantasy of mine in real life. Kindly pray for me, haha. Hopefully she reads this story one day! In this short story, a reluctant hot wife finds herself in a situation that forces her to think about becoming a QOS hotwife. I'll post a longer version of this story if I ever find a hotwife with a h...

Queen Silviana's fingers dug into the crystal armrests as the orc warlord entered her throne room. Fifty years since she'd found that book. *"A Treatise on the Mating Habits of the Lower Races."* Hidden in the restricted section, covered in dust.
She'd only meant to skim it. Academic curiosity. But then: *"The orc male's member is proportioned to match their frame, with prominent ridges designed to stimulate..."* The next line had been burned away, pages stuck together from age. She'd spent years imagini...

Rachel Twinings just received a text message from her supervisor at the casino hotel, Diamond in Las Vegas, Nevada. She had to cover the afternoon shift for another employee who called out sick. Rachel did not mind much as her work outfit was a string bikini and basically she just had to bring the clients drinks from the bar. Besides she got to laze around the balcony pool outside until the clients asked her to come inside from their balcony which was situated outside their hotel room....

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18+. They are all ending high school and starting college.
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It had been four whole days since Daniel's last visit, and I had to admit I felt a bit anxious. Lana had me practicing a lot with her dildo, either under her controlling hands, or under my own, as she insisted I had to start "masturbating" this way, instead of touching my "dicklet" as she was tenderly calling it lately....

This is a fantasy story not truthful it's about a eighteen year old white girl. The white girl agrees to care for a old widowed black neighbour. If this story is not for you then please don't read.
Themes of Interracial Sex/ First Time/ Teen and Old/ Interracial Anal and pregnancy.
This takes place in Atlanta....

Chapter 3

The robe she wore was short. Not overtly sexual -- not lace or silk, not something sold to be removed -- but there was something quietly devastating about how it clung to her. Soft grey cotton, worn thin at the seams, brushing the tops of her thighs as she sat cross-legged on the bed. One leg tucked under the other, her bare knee slightly raised, the curve of her calf illuminated by the flicker of light through the glass. In her hand, the last inch of white wine swirled lazily in a stemless...

Kaye Holt had been terribly lonely lately. She had been in her apartment for a year and working as an actuarial at an insurance firm downtown. Her dating life was non existent.
She was a beautiful lady of color, with a slim build, mulatto complexion, green eyes and black shoulder length hair. Kay Holt was 6'10" tall and that was barefoot. Kay Holt was thirty-eight....

Back to Black is an interracial tale written in 5 parts (all finished) which will be released to Literotica as I edit them.
I've gone back to this story several times in the last couple of years, changing the characters and the storyline, mostly because I wasn't sure where to take it. However, in the end it was splitting it into 5 parts that actually helped me finish it....

NOTE: As usual, this a perverted interracial cuckolding story. I'm not going to give away all the perversions that are in it, or its angle. It's not too different from my usual fare. Read it at your own risk. I hope you enjoy!
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Hi, I'm Courtney. I'm a cute, thirty-two-year-old professional woman, married four years--as of the start of this story. My husband, Ron, was also thirty-two. He's nice looking, too....

Hey guys I need to confess something which happened nearly a year ago. Right after graduating high school, I was hanging out with this guy who I graduated with. We were both 18, enjoying our summer together as neither of us had to work that day. His parents had a pool, so I spent the day at his place, swimming, flirting, and trying to tease him with my body. I had liked this guy for a while at that point and was trying to see if he'd make a move....

She is bored.
She throws the newspaper on the floor, then looks at the companion lying on the bed next to her. He sleeps, as always... he can sleep even on stones!
It's early afternoon and the pool is deserted, except for the two of them.
Why did he insist so much on a vacation together in that paradise-like place if he then ignored her? What good are all the gifts he gives her if he doesn't make her feel satisfied and valued as a woman?...

I got home and I had about 6 hours to prepare for Lisa. I'm in good shape for a guy in my mid-40's but as any guy knows as you get older it's more difficult to bounce back for another round of sex. I managed to do it earlier today with the excitement of the mother/son MMF threesome that I was a part of. I rested up and got some fluids. Theresa and I had a light dinner before we left to go over to their house. She looked amazing. Short leather skirt and her knee high boots which she often leaves on during se...

Krystal was evolving quickly into a Hotwife. Her appetite for blackmen was equal to my desire to watch her give her married pussy to one. It took me a while to realize she planned on leaving me at home any time she met up with someone.
Looking back on it, I wish she would we have just told me how things were going to be from now on. It wouldn't have been too far of a leap from where we were. I was talking to several men off of interracial dating apps prior to introducing her to them. A few of them had us...

I ride my road bike at least twice a week, 25 to 30 miles or so on a Thursday evening, made easy by working from home Thursday and Friday, followed by a longer ride on a Saturday morning. I was on the last 10 miles or so of a long loop on Saturday when I saw a fellow rider pulled up by a gate to a field, working on their rear wheel. I always ask if someone is OK when I see them pulled up, essentially because I myself have benefitted from help in the past....

Part 2 of the Cuckold Club. If the name hasn't given it away, this is a Cuckold story, if you don't enjoy those, feel free to skip it. If you enjoy a little cuckolding, voyeurism and exhibitionism you'll probably enjoy this series. Those are the dominant themes. - Mona.
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It was with much sadness that Paula had to say goodbye to the force of nature that was Sophia. They managed to meet up again once more (this time at Sophia's hotel) on the Monday evening, but Sophia's flight to Rio on Tuesday meant that they had to say their 'au revoirs' until the season-ending tournament at the O2 arena in London....

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.

The Crossover Series

I had an idea of having my characters meet up for standalone stories or short series. This is more a throwback to other stories, and hopefully it will give some of my readers a chance to see their favourite characters of mine once more....

The soft clink of cutlery being laid out echoed through the quiet kitchen, still dim with early morning light. Zoe moved like a woman rehearsing a ritual -- smooth, efficient, calm on the outside, though her insides fluttered with something far more urgent. She had already set the table, cracked the eggs, and plated a few extra slices of Barry's favourite bacon, but her eyes kept drifting to the clock above the stove. Her robe hugged her curves, tied loosely at the waist, and beneath it she wore only a pale...

Hey guys I need to confess something here. This just happened right now and I'm still laying here in bed absolutely dripping with cum while I write this. So here is what happened. I have this one friends with benefits type of guy who has always wanted to have a threesome with me. So he and a friend and me. We have had threesomes with two girls before but honestly, although he has never said it, I suspect that he is a little bit bisexual....