international stories and histories

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You know how you just know when someone is watching you?
Shan knew.
She didn't hide it. She must have known he'd noticed. He'd look at her and she didn't look away.
It was okay, he'd decided, even if the interest wasn't there, he was going to go with the flow. After reading about it this way of living, it made sense, going with the flow. It became the maxim after the breakup up with Trinity--who most definitely didn't go with the flow....

Lola gulped nervously when the package arrived at her door. A heavy black case, marked with the dour emblem of the syndicate, had arrived at her door. Of course, if her mission had gone well, she would have been delighted - It would have been a case full of cash. Taking money from her worst enemy was painful, but she had to do it to get in close to him for the kill... And besides, a girl had to support herself somehow. Mr D, her parent's killer, was the boss she'd enlisted under as a thief, purely for the p...

The Manila convention center was buzzing today. The Speaker list was looking star studded with industry experts in AI. Matt Carter was one of the speakers. He had recently moved to Manila as Senior Director in one of the reputed firms. Matt was listening to other speakers carefully as he sat in the corner chair making sure not to miss any details. He was supposed to speak after Jenna Santos. As Jenna finished her talk, Matt's name was announced. Matt stood up and started walking towards the stage. He looked...

Previously in Japan - parts 1 to 6.
Kitagawa House is high end escort service that specializes in providing the best Tokyo can offer. Alex, a recent lottery winner and widower decides to approach the owner with an unusual request. Intrigued the owner of Kitagawa House, Ayano, accepts his request to develop four unique fantasies....

Zoe woke long before her alarm. Her body was already restless -- humming with heat and anticipation, her nerves sparking beneath her skin like static before a storm. She lay still, eyes fixed on the ceiling, one hand idly trailing the dip of her waist, fingers brushing the sash of her robe but going no further. Not yet....

THE PACKAGE HANDLER
The door clicked shut with a soft thud, but the sound echoed in her chest.
She stood still for a beat too long, hand resting on the knob, the warmth of his voice still lingering in the hallway like a trail of smoke. "Have a good day, Miss Covington." Smooth. Deep. Casual -- but just enough edge to make her wonder if he meant something by it....

The City of Ottawa, Ontario, is known as the town that fun forgot. Canada has much bigger and more interesting cities such as Montreal, Toronto, Calgary, Vancouver and even good old Quebec City. What visitors don't know is that Ottawa folks are passive aggressive and mean as hell underneath their phony smiles and faux affable demeanor. The residents of Ottawa are also quite freaky underneath their placid image and they know how to have fun. Ottawa people are mean as hell, falsely polite and sexually adventu...

The room was simple. Clean. Bright.
White walls. A sleek desk. A single monitor. Sophie sat alone, a clipboard beside her labeled:
The Intimacy Project - Pre-Arrival Assessment: PARTNER A
The screen displayed the instructions plainly:
"Please select your preferred third participant from the three candidate videos. If you and your partner choose the same participant, you will each receive a £1,000 bonus. If you choose differently, your partner's choice will be selected."...

So a few nights ago I was out with My Girlfriend and her best friend were just ending our night at the club hoppin they were tipsy but I don't drink so was going to drive. We we're going back to my SUV, my girlfriend is blonde tanned with a big ass you could call her a P. A. W. G her friend is curvy to but is a trainer at the local gym fit and toned with long black hair. We walked through the dimly lit parking lot when these too guys came up outta nowhere asking if they can interview my GF and her friend fo...

Severe Clear is what a day like today was called.
Clear blue skies with a wisp of clouds.
Life is great for me right now. I have a job I love with a major airline, as an aircraft dispatcher. And I had four days off.
I was enjoying a morning walk, when I saw a large inter office envelope containing papers on the ground. Opening it, I saw memos and what appeared to be patient records. I saw a letter with the name of MAGGIE HAYS, RN on it....

Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This is a short story that I have written to address some comments that all of my White male characters have very little agency and essentially get cuckolded in every story. I hope everyone enjoys this slightly different story from my usual style and characters....

Lizzy part 1
Ebony Empire
Black Lesbian
A world where submissive white people especially young white nymphs or young white females enjoy being criticized brutalized and destroyed by superior black women. Young white women become sexual prey for Ebony Empire's black lesbian royalty's hunt for the most beautiful white female gimp-girl. Dominant Black Lesbians want to find the most stimulating white nymph trophy to show off to others of the Black Lesbian ruling class or Black Lesbian Oligarchy....

I'm Bob, a British expat in Singapore, married to my Malaysian Chinese (hot)wife Suet. We met each other the first day I arrived to work in Singapore when we were in our late twenties. I'd never been hugely attracted to Asian women when living in the UK, but the moment I spotted her bending over at the photocopier collecting some paper, that instantly changed. Suets toned legs led to a short purple skirt stretched across a fantastically round and pert ass. When she turned around and smiled cheekily as she c...

Revenge Sex
Chapter One
My name is Judy and I'm twenty-two-years-old. I stand five-foot-two-inches and I weigh one-hundred-twenty-two pounds. My chest is 38B, and I have long, blonde hair, that goes half way down my back. I got out of school and got a good job, so I finally got my own place.
Shortly after I moved in, I met John and we got along great. He was a bit of a horn dog and that was okay with me, because I did like sex. You name it, we tried it, so he spent a lot of time at my place....

She loves her herbal and fruit teas. Peppermint. Rosehip. Apple and Cinnamon. Lemon and Ginger. This morning she is having Rosehip. And as always, as is only proper and refined, she is using her Fine Bone China teapot and a cup and saucer from the same set. She sits in the kitchen after her shower, absent-mindedly stroking a pack of cigarettes, about to enjoy the first of three cigarettes she allows herself daily. She will wait for her tea to steep before she lights up....

The river glittered beneath the late afternoon sun, lazy and glass-smooth where it curved around the forested bend. Birdsong echoed from the canopy above. The air was warm, humid, rich with the scent of pine and distant water. It was the kind of place you couldn't get to without effort. No cell service. No roads. Just wild beauty, deep woods, and the soft sound of current moving....

Chapter 3
Lewis: After a good night's sleep and a full day of appointments on Sunday, I took Deanna back to my place around dinner time. I didn't tell her what the plan was for the evening but I was pretty sure she was relieved that I wasn't going to parade her around in public again like the night before. She wore the same dress both days and I didn't let her shower or fix her hair or makeup so by the end of the last appointment she looked pretty ragged. I fixed us some food and we ate in silence. I kne...

Denise and I had been married 14 wonderful years and I could not ask for a more perfect wife. But lately I had begun to worry. Our sex life had begun to slow from what it had always been. For nearly all of our married life we had averaged at least twice a week. Now I knew people would slow down at some point, but I kept worrying she might be seeing someone else, and I could lose her....

Freyja woke up to the sound of the apartment door closing with a quiet click, followed by the sounds of voices, low and warm, muffled through the walls. Quiet footsteps approached down the hallway, and soon the other bedroom's door was closed.
She opened her eyes slowly, blinking into the darkness, sluggish with sleep. Outside the window, the first rays of sunlight filtered through, signaling the beginning of a new day. As Freyja slowly sat up, her body protested every movement, a painful reminder of the...

Sarah lingered in the small bedroom, her skin still flushed from Silas's touch, a mix of exhilaration and embarrassment swirling in her chest. The bunker's scant dress code loomed--thongs, toplessness, the bare minimum to conserve water--but the thought of walking out so exposed made her stomach twist. She rummaged through her bag, settling on a pair of subtle cotton panties and a full-sized bra that covered her breasts, a compromise between modesty and the bunker's norms. Silas, unperturbed, slipped into h...

Sara bought two 'After-Workout Protein Refills' in the juice bar at the gym. She looked over at the table where Andrew sat. He was the realtor she sometimes chatted with at the gym. He was busy with his phone and had not noticed her, so she thought it would be nice to surprise him with a drink.
She paid with money she had earned by working in a lingerie store. Every time she paid for something with her earned money, she felt immensely proud of herself and her work....

Melanie - Part Two
So 'little' Jonathan had asked Nat for his phone number had he? He had watched from the sidelines as a big black man had moved in on his Wife, and had done nothing. No that's wrong! He did nothing as they became very friendly and then had obtained Nat's phone number for his own Wife. Without her asking or Nat's offering. Veeery interestink!...

All names, places and references are fictional.
I had done well for myself. I truly counted myself as beyond fortunate. Hard work and talent by themselves will never yield as much as when luck is added, and I'd been lucky more times than not with one exception, I'd never found the right woman and settled down....

This story is purely fantasy of a wife needing more in her life has she passes fifty.
If not to your taste please don't leave negative comments & marks. Please move on & think of this has just a story.
There's themes of Interracial sex with younger male & older woman. Anal & cuckold also the black boy takes control of the wife....

Jacob and I had been dating for about a year, and things had been going well up to this point. We had met at a mutual friend's party, and there was an instant connection. Jacob was smart and had a great sense of humor. He wasn't the best-looking guy in the world, but he had a charisma that charmed me....

Author's Note
This is the next chapter in the final series of the Elysium Trilogy. If you haven't yet, I suggest you read Part 1 and Part 2, although you do not need to have read the previous two parts to be able to understand the story (or enjoy the sex!), so don't let the size of this series intimidate you. You are welcome to start here and go back if you choose to....

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

My wife turned her gaze back to Sam's cock and began to stroke the top of it since that's all her small hand could fit over and she looked up at him. Sam in return kissed her passionately on the lips. I watched from my chair across from them as their tongues intertwined and Sam reached around my wife getting a handful of her cute bare ass. A just a few moments, my wife got down on her knees....

It took my eyes a few moments to adjust as I went from the bright shine of the midafternoon sun to the dim fluorescent lighting of the building I'd just entered.
I hadn't visited an "Adult Entertainment Store" like this one in many, many years. But the sign out front had called to me with the promise of "Live NUDE Girls!" And not having seen a nude woman since my divorce several months ago, (outside of online porn), I figured I was about due....

Authors Notes: As you may notice, this is my first time writing for 6+years. I am excited to be back, and I appreciate all the kind words and support over the years for my silly(but hopefully fun and sexy) story lol. It's daunting to continue a story after such a long time, but I feel like I still have a good sense on where I wanted this story to go, so I hope I do it justice....