"I don't right think he'll last the night, Massa. Land, I don't know what's taken' away the cream of our young men on this plantation." "Leave me with him, Elvie. I'll see if I can give him some peace." He watched until the woman had left the hut and then went over and silently shot home the bolt on the door. Returning to the pallet that took up much of th...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome! *** Love... the very essence of life, a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It reaches out in little ways, showing attention and admiration. Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage. Like it's been said, 'the best and most beautiful things in this world canno...
It was peculiar to feel being the stranger and interloper at the funeral of the woman you'd been married to for fifteen years, but that's exactly how I felt as I stood graveside at Denver's Fairmount Cemetery and listened to the priest drone on talking about who must have been some other woman than Emily. This was particularly so, as every time I looked up,...
Wow, guys. I am overwhelmed by such wonderful comments. This story has lived in my head for so long and I'm thrilled that you guys like it as much as I do. Now I'm terribly nervous for the next chapter, I hope it will live up to your expectations! Please keep the comments coming. It motivates me to keep writing (and editing to make sure it's good writing)....
"God, he was big. Christ, he was huge. Fuck, he was punishing me." The mantra kept running through my mind. And I wasn't just talking about Jomata Nyoni's height, breadth, and belly. I'd been told that he was called the Man Splitter in Uganda when he was working his evil as one of Idi Amin's enforcers, but that was about his work with an ax. Nobody had told...
I was named for Saint Francis but preferred my middle name, James or Jimmy. I won't give the location. It was a bathhouse California. I'm a gay man fighting to control myself, but I was not able to that afternoon. I was twenty miles from the seminary. I stopped for gas and saw a sign, "Bathhouse." I've known since my mid-twenties that I am gay, many priests...
It was a Saturday in the early part of December and the eight soon-to-be-players were stuck at school, of course not by choice, but because detention always claimed its victims. Mr. Brown, one of the school's science teachers, led the group of seniors to the Study Hall, a windowless room where the were to serve their time like inmates. What none of them knew...
I'm not sure where to start telling this story, but here goes. I was young and still a virgin the summer I went to camp for two weeks with the Church Brothers. Virgin as in I knew absolutely nothing about sex and young as over 18 but not quite 21. Hard to believe, but at my age I still had never masturbated. My parents wanted me to become a Priest and so mad...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones to come before...
[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...