Sam Winterberry, who had been sitting beyond the fence at the side of the court with the entourages from the palace and embassy, plucked at my arm as we passed each other and hissed, "Get to the showers ahead of him, Jack. Give him a show. I've been watching; he's interested." I didn't look around to the man who'd spoken. I'd been told not to acknowledge his...
The crowd in the hotel bar were engaged in friendly chatter. The small tables, each surrounded by horseshoe shaped red leather chairs, were all full as were the ten or so stools at the bar. People talked in couples or groups. Everyone seemed to be relaxed and at ease with their surroundings. Yanik closed the black leather folder he had in front of him and l...
I heard my name being called out from the midst of the teeming horde pressing in on the barriers after customs in New Delhi's Indira Gandhi international airport, and a head and arm waving a sign was bouncing up and down over the tumult. The sign the young man was carrying said "Clifford Jenkins" with "New York" written under it. That was me. But I wasn't be...
As the final work hour ended, Ronald overlooked almost everything that happened today and anticipated a more enthusiastic attitude for the rest of the evening. He couldn't wait to spend the night with his best friend. The twenty-seven-year-old man left his workplace, situated near Staples Center, and waited for Justin at the parking lot. He stayed in his car...
This story can stand alone but will be much more enjoyable if you have read the first part; "Sorted out at the Fun House" found at my Authors site (dodge1191) on Litererotica. * I think anyone interested in reading this story realizes that I would return many times to the Fun House. It was just so erotic. About two or three times a week I would go there,...
Author's notes: Thanks to all those who have taken the time to send me feedback, both anonymous and public. I love hearing what people think of my work, good or bad. It's so much better than looking at the voting tally and trying to figure out what I did wrong... I have re-written this piece several times over, trying to get the right mix of dark and light...
This work contains spoilers for "X-Men: First Class". All characters are the property of Marvel. This is my first time submitting to Literotica, so I'd greatly appreciate feedback, from grammar/spelling to structure/plot. I hope you enjoy this! ***** I nervously hold the gun to Erik's temple. "Are you sure about this?" I ask, panting. Erik takes a deep...
I swore I would protect him. My heart was pounding in my ears as I watched Anders through the window. I knew we couldn't keep him here forever, Samir was set on just the two of us. "Habibi, my boy. You can barely protect yourself. This is for the best," Samir came up behind me and gave my stomach a gentle rub. He had read my mind. I turned to see him consi...
Tannery. A place where animal hides are tanned; the workshop of a tanner. That didn't help. Tanning. The art or process by which a hide is tanned; a sound spanking. What? An article - Tanning (Leather) Spanking and leather. I felt like everything I found out about Levi just complicated things and made him harder to understand. I was waist-deep in rese...
"UNDERWEAR..." An interlude [This tale is set some eighteen years after Rayne Wylde becomes a Vampire. By this time he is living in Manchester (my neck of the woods - no pun intended!) and a brush with psychotic northern Vamps has led to his relationship with Kevan, a half-Irish detective sargeant with the Manchester Met Police. The story also reintroduce...