"My god Fred... quick, look over there in the pool! Look at that slut! Can you believe what she's doing? Have you ever seen anything like it?" Lifting my head from my pool towel, I looked over towards where Marge was staring and felt a lustful ache begin to grow deep in my balls. Standing waist deep in the water, one of the hotel guests I'd noticed earlier...
Note: This story is kind of a follow-up to the story called "Roxanne." #### So, there I was a 100+ miles from my home town in 15 degree weather dumped unceremoniously at a truck stop in rural Iowa. I had less than 16 bucks in my pocket, a single change of clothes and a jacket that wasn't nearly up to the task of battling the elements. It was rapidly appro...
I met a German girl in England Who was goin' to school in France And we danced the Mississippi at an Alpha Kappa dance It wasn't me Woo, it wasn't me Yeah, you must've met some other body, No, no child it wasn't me - George Thorogood * For anyone familiar with the social Mecca that a quaint thoroughbred racetrack in Lexington, Kentucky named Keeneland be...
Note to readers: this is a sequel to the story Black Magic, thanks to everyone for reading. * The Sinclair Funeral Home in Jeffersonville was one of those old established places in the mid west, a respectable looking building, elegant even in it's own way. It went way back to the 1880's under various owners. The current owner, Doc Blanding was older, seven...
I was relaxing in my palatial, modern bathroom taking a long, hot bath that was filled with expensive oils and salts. I had spent a lot of money getting the bathroom of my dreams, but I deserved it. Heated floors, Italian tiles, expensive lotions, mirrored walls, and every sex-toy imaginable made this retreat my favorite little corner of the world. Normally...
*Mankind is poison because we compromise our souls for the companionship of others* (Thanks to Frontma for clearing up my mistake that delayed this chapter from getting out sooner) (Once more no real sex but there is a good deal of sexual tension.) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like t...
They came on a crisp fall morning. Lesya was in her garden at the time, fingers buried in the dark loam. She was checking for frost. It was getting colder every day, and she still had one last harvest of potatoes and beets to dig up before winter weather set in. Standing, Lesya brushed clumps of earth from her hands and shielded her eyes to watch the Wehrma...
Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Me...
A collaboration between two Lit authors, duly inspired by each other. ********* Approximately 99.99% of the male Lit readers have no doubt fantasized over the opportunity to have the infamous Lucia's (a/k/a the aptly named Gimmie_your_load) luscious mouth wrapped around their cock. As if her self-description as a "cock-obsessed fellatrix" weren't incenti...
ENTERING THE BLACK SEA Isonash "Iso" Harada was used to being invisible. He was, after all, three-quarters Ainu. The Ainu were an ancient people, the aboriginal population of the northern Japanese island of Hokkaido, although they may also be found in Mongolia, Siberia and the Russian peninsula of Kamchatka. Unlike the Japanese, the Ainu sported white skin,...