A LOST WORLD WHERE DESIRE BRINGS FORTH AN ANCIENT EVIL * Ivan says 'I'll tell you a story. About a tramp-steamer, we'll call it 'The Caprona'. That wasn't its real name, but it will do for now. It was doing regular haulage work on the Pacific run when it fell foul of a raging typhoon, the kind of terrible storm mariners speak of in hushed tones. For long h...
When I left Bangkok, Thailand, the first time, I originally thought I'd be returning to a world that was almost completely straight and that my days of enjoying a rich and active bi lifestyle were over. My work with the government, with its strong homophobic policies, just didn't seem to leave that avenue safely open to me. And for a couple of years, when I...
It had come in my dream again—the dream of the hunky yacht captain between my spread and bent legs, his muscular, naked body heavy on me, pressing me into the thin mattress of the bunk in the tiny cabin. His hands were gripping my wrists. My hands were gripping straps on the wall above the head of the bunk. His muscular, hirsute man's body was crushing my sl...
*Sorry for the delay, I was on a weekend trip and I wasn't able to write for a few days. All characters are 18+* * Adriel slept. The new addition to Christopher's household was exhausted, and moments after their brief friendly 'conversation' he had started crying again. Christopher didn't know where Adriel had come from, how old he was, or even if he was...
[This is a completed five-chapter novella that will post by the end of first week in August 2019; this is a fantasy parallel take on Richard the Lionhearted's conquest of the island of Cyprus in 1191 to rescue his shipwrecked and captured wife, Berengaria.] It has never ceased to amaze me that they never see us and yet we know all. The nobility live their l...
*Quickly, I just want to apologize for the last chapter, because near the end I accidentally switched back and forth from first and third person. I am VERY sorry about that, and I have made sure to keep things neat in this one. On the other hand, if anyone liked it in first person point of view, or has any opinions on how they want me to tell the story, ple...
Kenny stunk. He didn't have to be told, he could smell his own stench. How many days had passed now without a bath were unknown, he just knew it had been over a week and he was smelling ripe. It wasn't that there was no water. He was on an island, after all, there was water everywhere. However, there were things in the water... things that might bite. Possi...
From the Author: Hello reader! I'm a long time reader of literotica, but have never created my own story until now. I have always wished someone would make a certain type of story, so finally decided to make them myself! This will hopefully be the first of many! My stories will likely follow one or more of the following. Anal, BDSM, Erotic Couplings,, Exhi...
Sleep had not come easy. His arms had been snuggly wrapped around me. The feel of his bulge against my now messy panties. His chest, slowly expanding and contracting against my back with each slow breath. The brief whisper of his breath against my ear, and soft snore when he inhales. My own cock was throbbing occasionally in its silky confines. Even with all...
COCK-SUCKER: A GREEK INVENTION - THE BACKPACKER'S TALE by TRISTAN TROTSKY Greece didn't invent Gay sex, but it's still something special here... Do you believe in magic? We have an open-ended schedule, with just an 'Island-Hopper's Rough Guide To Greece' to work our way south, until at last we're coasting through the open-arms of this harbour into the por...