The slave trader, cloaked, with a hood covering his head, led the way in the predawn darkness up the dock and into the streets of the Greek island of Mykonos at the eastern edge of the Mykonos harbor port. Behind him was a burly yacht crewman with a blanketed bundle bent over a shoulder. Another crewman followed, a machine pistol in hand, his eyes looking ev...
Literotica is such an excellent site for writers to tell their story, whether it be fiction, non-fiction or somewhere in between. For some it is the sheer pleasure of expressing thoughts and for others it is telling a story that they can't tell even their partner or best friend. I'm in the latter category; I'm male, married and adore cock. When I turned n...
Chad's Point of View He was filling in for another police officer which had called in sick. I went through the security check and just about tripped when I noticed him. I don't know how his uniform didn't rip, it wasn't that he was fat, oh God, he wasn't. He was built. His biceps were something else, I'm sure they were bigger than my thighs. And let's talk...
We got to Applebee's a few minutes later. Getting gout of the car was easier said than done. First, it took me a few seconds to find the door handle. And once I found it, I could not get the door popped oven. Jeremy pulled the key from the ignition, and sighed. "I hate that door handle. That is going to be the next thing I fix, if it's the last thing I do....
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Kevin peels the size thirteen work boot from his foot and drops it to the floor, his socks are mashed to the soles of his feet from the long hours at the site. He is finished framing the latest cookie cutter house in the new subdivision of Stony Ridge and almost ready to mo...
After we'd cleaned up from our little roll in the hay at his place, Peter Blair took me over to the Loudon County Court offices, which proved to be not more than three blocks from his old townhouse, near the major intersection where Route 7 coming out of Washington, and Route 15 coming down from Maryland at Point of Rocks converged—both old stage coach roads...
"Go on, take them all. I know you want them." Damon Wentworth was standing there in that skimpy bathing suit plastered to his groin, showing which side he dressed on, and had the platter of crab Rangoon pastries shoved up under Chris' chin. It hadn't been the crab Rangoon that Chris had had his eyes on as Wentworth came at him on the terrace in back of the...
STOP: It is highly recommended that the reader peruse Chapter I and 2 before Chapter 3. * By the time Neal and Jeff returned, both in cut off jeans and t shirts, Howard had built a huge tower of buckwheat pancakes. The last of a dozen sausages were simmering in the pan, and the Cuisinart™ was pumping out grapefruit juice at a pint a minute. "Mmm," both g...
I would like to thank SanguineAffair for editing this. All mistakes are still mine though. Everyone in this story is over 18. I welcome comments as to help improve my writing. If you have something bad to say, please make it constructive. It is funny how one card can change your life. I and three of my friends would regularly play poker at one of our hou...
It was a perfect ass, everything an ass should be. High, tight, round, plump, it pushed out the worn denim that clung to it, a faded seam disappearing between the luscious mounds. Looking at it, all I could think of was the phrase a half-forgotten bar acquaintance from my long ago partying days used whenever he was faced with such a work of art, "I bet that...