NOTE: This is my entry in the Literotica Valentine's Day Contest, and it is a tale of loving sex between two gay men who have formed a stable relationship in San Francisco's Castro District. If stories about this kind of activity disgust or irritate you, you should probably stop reading now. * Paul Porter, known to most friends as Pauletta, loves his life...
I was in the dark, helpless, his tongue unerringly returning to my wanting ass, providing the enveloping pleasure that he now knew I wouldn't, couldn't, resist. Each flick against my skin a gently cresting wave, pulling me back into the depths of his perfectly baited trap, propelled on a neverending current of primal satisfaction at the very core of my body....
Please note: This is unofficially the first story in a series of stories about Slave and his meetings with Master. It was not a planned series, it just morphed into it. On to the story. The sub stood at the door, butterflies in his stomach. He has exchanged emails, and chatted and even talked a couple of times on the phone but now it was the moment of tru...
I hadn't planned on adding to this story, but people asked for an ending, I was surprised but happy to attempt one. I hope you like it. Any feedback is welcome, I want to become a better writer! Carol was not in the barn. Neither was she in the garden, or the main sitting room. As I wandered through the house searching, I found myself noticing how beautif...
(Note: This is a direct continuation from "First Explorations, Ch. 02") A half hour after having a cock inside me for the first time, I was ready for more. Smoke, my first true lover, lay on his back on the low bed. His blue-black skin contrasted sharply with the cream-white sheets- sheets that were already rumpled and damp with drying sweat. He was lean a...
There is a first time for everything in life. The experience of having sex in one form or another is such enjoyment that one never forgets it. So it was with my sex life. I was born in 1954 to an unmarried mother. She tried to bring me up by herself and I remember her as loving mum but when I had to go to school she could not afford to clothe me so I was fos...
I don't know what kept pulling me back to his picture. He wasn't posing naked or near naked as many of the other men on the Internet senior dating service were. But he looked just so attractive to me—and he set my imagination going. Standing against a concrete wall plastered with graffiti in blue lettering, he was wearing a blue denim jacket over a red and b...
It was a dark and stormy night. More specifically, it was a mid-June whopper of a Tennessee thunderstorm. The leaves of the trees where I saw them in my car's headlights were flipped silver side up by the wind. Somewhere, I was sure, there was going to be a tornado. The rain fell in buckets and as I made my way home from work I could see that the power was o...
If you have missed the previous instalments the premise of the story is that after a football match, the losing team must provide sexual relief for the victorious players. Previous chapters for Winners and Losers are on Literotica. * * * * * There was no denying that the last minute loss to AFC Kerlon had dented confidence in the dressing room, but when...
I spent the night with Jake and woke up to the smell of Texas Columbian Pecan coffee. I sat up in bed and found I was alone. I threw off the sheet and realized I had slept all night in my t-shirt and levy's. I threw my legs off the side of the bed and found my docksides. I slipped my feet into them and made my way to the kitchen. Jake had his back to me and...