The low rumble of thunder and the patter of rain on the roof woke me from my first night with Johnny. There was a warm feeling of immense satisfaction tingling throughout my body. I felt almost high if one were to describe what I was feeling the morning after our first night. Everything we did had the right feel to it, unrushed, real and satisfying. My first...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may ins...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
I am fairly certain my father knew there was more to my being apprenticed to the Dutch munitions broker Fons Hertzog when I arrived in Cape Town from London then learning a merchant's trade. He was being protective of me, I'm sure, the Great War having broken out the previous summer in Europe with the assassination of the archduke. With the war only enlargi...
In the quest for my son, I discover connections everywhere I suppose I couldn't have been surprised by what happened at home, not really, not the way my luck had been running. After six months of cum-slut training, kidnapped by oversexed guerrillas in Colombia, I came home a dedicated cockhound--to a sexual desert. Nobody to plug my man-craving ass. Back...
Authors note: Sorry folks, was a bit delayed with this chapter... Lost the ranch that Aza and I called home for 25+ years. The court forced his family to "allow" me to keep our original "hobby farm" and a good portion of the breeding stock. It is the house where we first lived as a real couple. It was always part of our retirement plan. I miss my "Oz" so m...
Chapter 4 - Back In The Saddle Again I woke Saturday morning with sunlight streaming into my face. I was alone in the bed, Tamam was missing. Damn I thought. I had only woken in his arms once but it felt natural to have him spooning me. Having his powerful arms wrapped around me. My head tucking under his. Was this how it was to be now? We would have our fu...
Happy Hour So my friend Freddy and I were seated at the bar inside 'Swinging Dick's Saloon' and this gorgeous hunk-of-a-man approaches us and blurts out, "Which of you queen's wants to blow me?" I am taken aback by his brash crudeness but Freddy instantly becomes all giggles, raises a limp-wrist and squeals, "I do -- I do -- I do...." Good God, what a fla...
My 50th story on Literotica. Thanks everyone for your support! ***** "I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though, I was enough" "And what happens when you cry in front of the Hamad family?" The psychiatrist asked me. Mr. Hamad had filled him in on the situation with my parents. He asked all about my childhood, my family, my dad. I...
Thank you for your comments and suggestions. I used one in this story that people have been asking for. I'm not sure if it works, but I hope you like it. -Emri -+-{Lincoln's Pride}-+- -'[Part 13]'- "You are so horny, my love. Bilaal did not take care of your needs?" Samir asked as I rubbed against him. The morning light was coming through the windows a...