Jamal Boyd is my name. I'm just one of the guys, as I like to say. I'm a young Black man living in the city of Boston. I'm a student at Suffolk University, studying Criminal Justice. I'm around six-foot-three, with light brown skin, fine features and a well-defined, muscular body. I'm a fine-looking man, if I dare say so. And I do dare. I'm like a younger ve...
For the last few years, I have made a good living as a male model. Not a $5000 a day supermodel kind of male model. There are just a couple dozen of those in the entire world that make that kind of money. No, I was just an average working male model. Catalogs – which paid well; editorial – which didn't, and every year, fashion shows in Milan, Paris, New York...
This story is fan fiction of the television show "The 100" and involves characters Clarke and Raven. This story takes place in season 4. * Raven Reyes leaned on her elbows on her dirty work bench while trying to figure out the latest engineering obstacle facing Arcadia, the home of the Skycru or the Sky people, the survivors of the Ark that was supposed t...
This is a somewhat short LW story that ties in with the NC Bobby and the Cheerleader Car-Wash series. My personality tends to be reflected in my stories. I am an upfront guy, sometimes confrontational on some matters. Over the decades, I've had a few friends who were the victims of cheating wives. This story, except for the mercenary career of the husband, i...
This story happened in the early 1990's. My wife Rachel and I married young. We'd known each other our entire life. We didn't attend the same school, but our parents were members of the same church and took it seriously. Our social life seemed to revolve around the congregation, so Rachel and I grew up together. She was good looking and she intrigued me, but...
The next day, Danny eagerly waited for their last class to end. They squirmed in their seat as they continued checking their watch. The reason for this was because Danny was looking forward to getting laid again. Introducing the dildo into theirs and Ashley's sex life gave them new ideas and they were practically getting wet in their seat just thinking abo...
Rick cruised along the freeway in the rental car, barely paying attention to the road. The traffic was light at this point, rush hour in Philly long since over. Between that and the GPS guiding his way to the hotel, the trip really didn't require much of his attention. He slipped into a daydream, trying to escape the sad reality of his life. He searched for...
I was thinking that maybe this was not such a great idea. I was in an Uber car heading for some aquatic facility on the outskirts of Vegas at 5:15 in the morning. I was smart enough to google places to get in a decent swim workout when I was here for my annual confab, but I was not smart enough to call ahead and ask about logistics. I had no idea if I could...
Foster Davis had been a widower for just over two years when his daughter and a friend were returning from a semester in France the week before Thanksgiving. Tall, forty-something and in good physical shape with a distinguished touch of gray at his temples and salted throughout his professorial beard, he was lonely for companionship he easily could have had...
Welcome to my first piece for the public. I have written a few stories for a special friend, but those will always be for her. I would like to express gratitude to the two people who edited this for me. LadyCibelle is a Literotica Volunteer Editor and moderator of the Editor's Forum on the Lit bulletin boards. The other editor is a friend who is a much bet...