Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. Sitting on the ground with some privacy granted by the picket fence, John seemed to be resting comfortably, snoring lightly, but not loudly enough to attract the attention of anyone passing by. I hadn't seen or heard anything more from Bert and his girl, whom I suspected might ver...
"What would you like to do today Ryan?" I asked him. I could see he was thinking, both of us not really sure on what to do. "We could go out for lunch? Go shopping? I want to buy you something to remember me is that okay?" I asked him. "Really like I could ever forget you Tom." Ryan said smiling. "I want to buy you a piece of jewelry, your choice, but so...
Thank you for following Ryan, and thank you to the fans of Ryan. This chapter had two real instances in it. One was a pleasure to write about, the larger one was difficult to write about. Much was added for drama purposes. ***** I quickly figured out what I was in for. I lay on my stomach, my head forced back by a padded bar across my forehead. My arms wer...
It arrested my attention as soon as I walked into the room. Bigger than life it was. A mural of four hunky American Indian warriors, three standing on a prairie and the fourth astride one of three saddleless pinto ponies. All of them were decked out in war point, wearing just loincloths and animal-skin boots and with beaded necklaces fashioned like chest arm...
"Oh, Philippe. OH, Philippe!" The dark, handsome young Moroccan had been murmuring Philip's name when the American adventurer had started rimming him but was now crying his name out insistently as Philip split his curvaceous butt cheeks with his hard, throbbing cock and thrust down, once, twice, three times. "Philippe!" the Moroccan exclaimed and writhed und...
Author's note: Once again, my thanks to Literotica member "Fleshmaster100", some of the characters and scenarios in this story are based on his fantasies. When someone feeds the ideas it makes fleshing out the story much easier. Thanks "Fleshmaster100" for reading and offering edits. Like they say two heads are better than one and the storyline is better for...
[One Night in XXX Story Event] The shock set it on how stupid I'd been. Pete Parnell hadn't hired me for his Chicago investment firm despite what I had disclosed at my job interview with him about what I'd done in college but because of what I'd admitted I had done in college. It wasn't just that I went with other men, but it was that I had been promiscuous...
All characters are over 18. ***** "I've never looked out on the Tyrrhenian Sea before. All in all the beaches of Viareggio surpass those we have visited in Venice. Perhaps we should just stay here longer." "I couldn't help but overhear you, sir," a well-dressed young gentleman, complete with white suit, vest, and white bowler hat and shoes called over fro...
[This story evolved from images seen combining in a moment as I was jogging past a house on a suburban street shortly after dawn] I woke to a nudge at my side and a hand snaking over my waist and down my belly. "I wanna. OK?" Oh, Lord, I thought. This was why I didn't normally let them spend the night—even for an extra $25. They'd want it again. And they'...
I had been told that the assignment was a bit kinky, but a weekend stopover in Hawaii and three days on my own in Tokyo, paid for by the generous fee addition, were enough for me not to care. My pimp, Leon, told me to make myself blond all over, which I had grown used to in any assignment sending me to the Orient. And I was a bit intrigued because I was told...