Master stood and looked at His treasurer, at His rose. The girl that lay before Him, naked, covered in a soft twilight, reflecting from the moon's electric light. He looks, she sleeps. She sleeps, peacefully and contently. But it was morning and Master was not happy. The way that He saw it was that He was standing there with a cup of coffee that He had bre...
This story could cost me my livelihood, my position in the community, my respect and my own sense of self worth but after many months of enjoying the stories published through Literotica I have decided, against my better judgment, to share a story with you. So here goes. My name is Jason Macquarie and I'm 26. Up until my nineteenth birthday I seemed to have...
Have I ever told you about the time when I lived in South Carolina for a while? I don’t think I have. Well, that was a few years ago, I was 25 then. People remember South Carolina for its beaches, it’s quite, friendly environment. I remember South Carolina for Sandy. She was amazing. I have seen very few girls as gorgeous or as passionate in all my life. The...
We had been online correspondents, deep friends and sometime cyber lovers for a number of years. In that time we had seen each other through many ups and downs, but always been there with a friendly word , comforting (cyber) shoulder and occasionally a smart wake up call. Yes, we did that too. We were honest with each other and called a spade a spade when it...
They were both at a fever pitch. A full week of sending each other increasingly sexual selfies had made them both wound up beyond belief, and it was no wonder things exploded like they did. The pictures had started innocently enough - a picture at the beach, then a picture in a swimsuit, then a picture with the swimsuit half undone... finally everything but...
You see, he's taller then me. Quite a bit taller. I know that doesn't make much difference if we're lying down. In fact, it's nice. I get to tuck my head down under his chin, and stay warm, and I can avoid his cold feet altogether. And it's not like he's without technique, or equipment. And he's got abs as hard as his ribs, and a face like an angel. Oh, and...
I enter the airport with shaking legs. I can see you standing in the distance waiting for me. The same thoughts are running through my had again and again. Was it right to come? Am I making a mistake? You come closer to me and say hello. Your voice runs through me and leaves little shivers, and I know its right to be here. I smile and your hand goes around...
If you're black and male, and you're a halfway decent human being, then you become instantly invisible to black women. As a university-educated and church-going brother, it used to happen to me. Until I began dating a white chick named Emily Dedham, and black girls suddenly noticed that I existed. My name is Steven Guillaume and I'm a young brother of Haitia...
The door closed behind me and his hands are all over me. My shirt was lifted off over my head, I feel his hands deftly unhook my bra and he slid it off. My breasts are suddenly in his hands, his mouth closes on my nipple and he bites, followed by a soft suckle. I don't even have time to comprehend what I'm doing before a cock is thrust into my hand. Oh, I...
This was what happened, as much as I remember. It was evening in Las Vegas. The city of sin. Kaylie and I had finalized our wedding less than an hour ago. We were presided over by a solid Elvis Priestley look-alike along the Strip. Kaylie's lover, our designated Black Master, called Tibbs was there with us; he'd acted as my best man. He looked splendid in h...