What, again? Clint thought as he rolled over in the bed and encountered warm, hard flesh. His head was pounding. His ass was tingling too. Felt like a Mac truck had rammed itself up in there. He liked that feeling; seemed he spent half his life trying to open himself wide—with help, of course. He liked it better when the truck was still parked, though. And w...
It was doomed from the start. We were fucked. Fucked by a cocky new civilian president and his naïve cabinet, fucked by the lack of resolve, and fucked by bad weather. You would have thought that someone would have taken lashing rain into account when putting this stupid invasion plan together. I was barely into the tree line up from the Bay of Pigs, not se...
This is a continuation of Part 2. Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open. Jack and the man turned to see Tom and Derek at the entrance, smiling widely. They were both only in their towels. "Look what we have here," quipped Tom. "Seems like our little roommate found another stranger to whore himself out to," Derek said back. "Let's get on with another roun...
"It don't look like much of a ship to me." "It only has to get to Bermuda and back," Clint answered. He and Danny were standing on the docks below Christopher Street and looking up at the small freighter being loaded with boxes they'd seen were marked with everything from canned goods to dry goods to fresh fruits and vegetables. Danny walked over to a guy...
The flight from Birmingham to Vienna wasn't full—at least business class wasn't. Trent had been told to avoid any of the London airports in proceeding to his next assignment and that had paid off in terms of how crowded the flight was. This had at least one other benefit as well. A cute little flight attendant, looking much the same as Trent—passing at firs...
This is an eight-chapter series that will complete posting before the end of June. The chronological fit for Death to Blonds in the previously published promiscuous bottom NYPD detective Clint Folsom mystery series is after the conclusion of Death in Eden . The chronology of the books of the Clint Folsom mystery series that are posted to Literotica (only hal...
I hunched down and looked away from the sentry as I walked through Kadena's Gate Two into Kozo City. It was a little silly, as the sentries knew that any airman walking into Kozo City in the early evening like this was looking for the bars—and for sex. And, if anything, they were wishing they were too. But the nature of the sex I was looking for had me sli...
The Orient Express train had left Vienna Station at dusk, and there was no longer anything to see out of the coach window, the lights of the towns flashing by having been extinguished hours ago. Magnus the Authenticator was weary, and the clacking of the iron wheels on the iron rails as the train thundered toward Belgrade lulled him. But the unfamiliar noise...
"Is one of those male figure skaters down there your son?" She knew damn well that one was my son—and which one; the other one was her son. Gail Culbertson didn't know me from Adam, I'm sure, because she was East Coast U.S. and I was homed in Japan. And my son had left the circuit with an injury before hers appeared at Nationals and then went out with injur...
"So, you fancy him, do you?" "No, I fancy you Maurice," I answered, trying to make a joke out of it. But I was beginning to get a little irritated with Maurice. We both knew why he'd offered me this trip home, and I was getting tired of him just not getting to it. "But you do fancy him, don't you?" Maurice persisted. "I mean you have nothing against mixed...