Chapter 1: The Beginning Pelaam, August 2007. Wyl trudged wearily through the driving rain. The chill he had been suffering had definitely taken a turn for the worse. He stopped as he coughed harshly, tears springing to his eyes in its aftermath. He panted, feeling cold and sore and light-headed. He really couldn't afford to take time off from the evening...
Sasha Marin sat and stared at the six men around him. Each of them were either laughing, drinking beer, or watching some television. They didn't seem to care much what Sasha was doing, even though he was their prisoner. Then again, the skinny, five foot two brunette was no match for the six muscle bound giants around him. Sasha Marin was the only son of Vl...
The helicopter hovered over the frozen plateau. There they were. The people I had discovered yesterday. I snapped away with my camera. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. "Go down a little, Mike," I urged my friend and pilot, Mike Kelley. "Okay, Walter," he said, and we descended another hundred feet. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Damn it. This was really exci...
(Continues the story begun in An Appalachian Trail Romance and The Wedding) Long, sinewy muscles like bands of flexible steel rippling beneath smooth skin tanned to a lustrous bronze lent power to each punch and kick with which Stephen assaulted the weighty kicking bag. Like the sharp crack of a whip, his limbs cut through the air and struck the bag in a f...
I listened to the footsteps on the floor above me slowly die, drowned out as the doors closed, and sat in quiet astonishment recalling the moments that had just passed. Only a matter of five minutes ago I had been lying down and fed a big, thick cock, not to mention the copious amounts of cum, "some of which was still on my chin." I thought to myself, licki...
[This completed series will run in five chapters and will complete posting at Literotica by the end of the third week.] ***** January, 1924, the Baron's Austrian Mountain Chalet The snow had started to fall fast and furiously when Lady Elizabeth and her son, Paul Winslow, descended from the first-class compartment. Their journey on the rail trunk line fro...
Ron and Gary had had the Fuckmobile for about 3 months and it had become a regular thing to go cruising in it on the weekend, looking for stray dick. This Sunday morning, however, was different. Gary was under the weather and refused to get out of bed. "You two go without me." he told us. "If I miss anything that great, take a picture!" So, Ron and I hit t...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years old or older. Sorry to ruin it, but everything is FANTASY here. Thank you all for your support and feedback! A story a weekend keeps writer's block away! I'm not a wild man and I don't think I've ever done anything spontaneous. I've been a school bus driver at Lakewind High School District for seven years. Between...
The airplane lazily cuts through the cloudy, gray sky like a bored knife through warm butter. The air is wet and cold. Windy. Inside the plane, the tacky orange carpet screams of gaudy 1960's. The bright, orange seats were plump and cushy. And the place had much more in common with a small 1960's party room/sitting room, than an airplane. The stewardess walk...
It was snowing pretty hard. I had just stoked up the fire when I heard the knock at the door. Who could that be, I thought. I was up in the woods, practically in the middle of nowhere. It was just me and my dog Max, and Max was in his doggy bed sleeping the sleep of the dead. I went to the door, opened it, and stepped back as a stranger fell against me....