YO! This is your captain speaking. I have not updated in a fucking long time. I understand this. This is just an edit of Onus 07. I didn't take anything out, I just fixed an error I made on the draft. Sam and Shiloh's full text conversation should appear in the story now. I'm just giving a status update. My car was broken into mid-July and my laptop was...
The darkness became a colorful blur and then resolved into the scene of some sort of carnival. Bodies danced vaguely everywhere in the street, and a disorienting cacophony of noise and music swirled around Evan. He had tunnel vision, his field of view limited to what was directly in front of him; as he turned his head, everything in the periphery faded into...
I always hated stereotypes. At least, that was my excuse for resenting anyone who assumed I was gay. A guy can be fabulous and into clothes and still be attracted to the opposite sex. And I have been attracted to girls as far back as I can remember--that's no bullshit. Girls love a guy they can go shopping with. "Metrosexual" was what they called me, and I w...
Calvin's eyes burned as he slowly adjusted his blurry vision to the bright source of light pointing to his face. It took him a while to awaken from his slumber and assess his current situation: he was laying on a shabby double bed with two pillows, to its side there was a nightstand with a jar of water, an empty glass, a pill laid on top of a piece of paper...
This is the first story that I have written in the first person narrative for Literotica. And that is because this is the first story that is absolutely true and without embellishment, as it comes directly out of my own sex life. Besides the names, nothing, and I do mean absolutely nothing else has been changed. I obtained permission from all parties inv...
I stood in front of Evan's house, watching as my Uber ride zoomed down the driveway, getting smaller as he disappeared. Diverting my attention to my watch, I noted that it was only half past six, meaning that I was still thirty minutes early. Mr. Trevorrow and I had traded messages the last couple of days, filling me in on all the details that I needed to...
"Come on, Micky," she begged. "Please, just this once." My roommate and best friend Christie meant well. She was always trying to get me to go out with her. "You know I hate bars. And straight ones are even worse. It's so loud and smokey." "It's not that bad. We're going to Tony's. They have live music on Fridays. You need to get out more. You'll never...
Hot Sex With Some African Queens Jo'burg. Ivan shows me around. He's been here before. He has friends, he knows places. We drink in a small bar off Rosettenville, then stroll further towards a club called 'The Blue Dahlia'. There's a low marquee outside. It looks rather run-down. But once inside, with the lights low but for winking red fluorescents and spot...
This story is a continuation of "Straight to Hell with a Smile on my Face". That story can be found in the "My Fantasies" collection. The problem with guarding a dirty little secret is you view yourself through other people's eyes: you say things you think they want to hear; you act the way they expect you to act. You completely lose your own identity an...
[All characters described in sexual acts are over 18. Thank you so much for reading, rating, and commenting. I appreciate all the insight, positive and negative, and hope you enjoy this. If you have a tip or a suggestion, don't be shy!] *** New York, New York. Rows of buildings lined like domino pieces around the plangent Grand Central, endless lines of...