"So... do you want to have some fun?" she asked me. Her name was Maria. She was a native from the Caribbean Island we were currently on. She was, quite simply, beautiful. Dark skin, jet black hair, intoxicating eyes, full lips, and a stunning figure. The man sitting next to her was Marco, her "friend." Marco was about 6' 6", but skinny, very dark skin, shave...
I told myself this story was going to be a quick write. Stick to the high level details, make it 2-3 pages. Well I failed that, but personally appreciate a story with a lot of build up so hopefully you do too. First work for Literotica, so I hope you like it! I'd appreciate any reviews or comments; you can reach me at the contact on my profile. ***** I had...
Author's Note: Bourbon Street might look a little different now than when I last visited New Orleans and lived elements of this story out as an undergrad, but the two gay bars I spent the night crossing between are apparently still there. Almost all of the action will be in the second chapter. Dakota felt his relationship with Trent fraying more with every...
Hey everyone! Thanks to your wonderful comments, here's a continuation of Some Kind of Voodoo. I recommend you read that one first, so that you can fully appreciate our dear Doctor's little silver-haired problem. * "We call it a video camera," I explained, setting up the camera on a steady tripod, digging the feet into the forest floor. Makya frowned at t...
The best thing about this story, is it's totally true. I was visiting New Orleans for a weekend in 1998, when a hurricane blew into town. Between the driving rain and the drinks from the bars, I was hopelessly turned around and to be quite honest, I was drunk. The kind of drunk that makes you forget you're walking in the rain, or for that matter, care that...
"Thank y'all for coming out tonight," Tommy muttered into the mic, his deep voice rumbling through the P.A. I closed my eyes and absorbed the warmth of his drawl, that Southern twang that was so iconically...Tommy. "It's always good to be playing at home. We were playing in Louisville last week. They was good people, but I just couldn't wait to get back...
"Would you look at that?" "Look at what?" Lucian asked, leaning over close to Dan at the table underneath the umbrella on the golf and tennis club's café terrace. He thought that if he could get cheek to cheek with the hunk, it would be a start on making him. "That Zack Wilson over there. He's strutting around like he owns the place." "Perhaps that's beca...
*****Everyone in this story is Fiction and is over the age of 18**** ***** Beads of sweat trickled down my face as I jogged down the lonely path. I was 30 minutes into my run with only a few feet left on the route. While on the run I thought about the events of the past weekend with Darwin. He had stayed the entire weekend. We stayed in, watched movies tog...
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A storm raged in my gut as I climbed the stairs. No denying I was aroused and eager to see him. He'd set me on edge with his first scavenger hunt command, and every errand since had only made me hornier. Major lines had been crossed with the full-monty-waxing and the girly-panty-wearing, and god help me, there was still the not insignificant matter of the...