"When am I going to meet your parents, GG Jan." Michael says in his smooth, sensual, spiritual, deep and sexy African-American voice. I look at him and pause; I look down at his well-formed biceps and his chocolate like skin. Lying in bed together, after the most incredible night and the thought that it can't get any better than this, is abruptly brought to...
It was odd how I came to work in car sales. I had heard of the wild times after hours. The tales told of men with wads of cash in their pockets - and the women who left those pockets empty - killed many a long hour of standing around the car lot smoking cigarettes and nursing hangovers. If it weren't for coffee, cigarettes and the vicarious pleasures of thos...
Here we go again. .................................................. "Kathryn?" I heard her sigh. "Yes Mike, it's me. Kevin is fading, he may not last the day. Will you come?" "I'll call back just as soon as I can confirm my flight. Hold on." Kathryn was his old personal assistant, but was more than that. She was more like the mother he never got to h...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists -- Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 60). This story...
Susan set the cold pack down on the seat. I stole a look at her. The black eyes didn’t show in the low dashboard lighting. She had to be in even more discomfort than I was. Home was still a ways away. “How do you feel?” I asked. “Safe, sir,” the beauty next to me replied. “For the first time in a long while, I feel safe. "If I may be so bold, sir, don’t...
Note to reader: This series is a sequel to the Incubus series (also available on Lit). Although two of the characters are carried forward to this series, it has less to do with incubi and deals more with relationships, submission, and exploration. If the non-human genre isn't your thing, rest assured that there's more to this incubus than horns and a tail. I...
Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic st...
The greatest thing about my career is I work my own hours. I can work as much or as little as I like. Usually I work seven days a week. Spending four to five days at the tattoo parlor and the other two or three at the bike shop. I do designs for motorcycles and customized helmets. Some days I work at both places. Just depends on how hard I want to push mysel...
This story was written by myself on another site under the pen name of "Col. Jack Harrison". I was jolted out of my slumber by a telephone call. I got up and saw a number that I dialed before on my caller ID. I had a headache, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from answering THIS call. It was from the head of the Republican Front's South Charleston br...
This is part of a chain story. While I cannot twist your arm to go back and read the previous three chapters, I highly suggest that you do so, as, first of all, they are very well written, and, second of all, they add depth and background to this chapter. My thanks to all the other excellent writers in this chain. To RedHairedAndFriendly for starting the ch...