Aurora, Wayward Series Pt. 7 Synopsis: A long-forgotten wayward people. A War Hero was rescued and given a new lease on life. Every lease has a cost. (The follow-on Series to Astra) Inspired by so many things but not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm September 2020. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without p...
My sister, Lisa, was abducted from our home and taken to a small island off the coast several years ago. A cult group called the Ministry held her in their camp, along with others. Me and my mother (Ashley) had uncovered this information from an unknown source after all these years of running around in circles and decided to follow up on it. Once we arrived...
"Isn't it getting kind of late?" She draped a naked leg over mine and pressed her cheek against my bare chest. I was hot and my breaths still came heavily. Our skins were damp to the touch but she didn't seem to mind the heat or the sweat. Beads clung to every surface, reminders of our moments of sins. It didn't help that the sheets trapped the moisture bet...
One of my favorite places to go with my boyfriend is the park. I never know what exactly is going to happen once we are there. Subtly we play with each other, trying not to get caught by anyone. You grab my ass as we walk along the path and I smiled up at your handsome face. My boyfriends tall, standing at 6'2''. I stand on my tip toes and give him a nice ha...
Life is funny, folks. Case in point? Me. Steve Acier. Mr. Big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in Nepean, a suburb of the capital city of Ottawa in the Province of Ontario. I moved there from my hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, at the end of 2009. Since then I enrolled at Carleton University and I also work part-time as a security guard at the...
Mike marveled for a moment at the geometric perfection of the fluttering Fairy bartender's flight path as she weaved her way across the grimy bar. She left a current of glitter in her tumbling wake, a jetstream of twinkling dots of light that settled slowly in the smoke-filled air. He watched as she zipped back and forth across the length of the bar, filling...
Man, I sometimes wonder why so many Black men out there are into chasing White women. Seriously. I find White women uptight, annoying and quite frankly I find them all kind of fake. In the city of Ottawa in Ontario, they seem stunned to meet a Black man who prefers Black women. I think that has to do with the fact that almost every other Black male in the ci...
I saw him every time I rented movies. His name was Ray, although I couldn't be sure. He was almost endearing in his faded button down shirts his mother had bought him last Christmas, and his black shaggy hair, evidence that he was too poor to afford a regular hair cut let alone shoes that were in style. My entrance into the store always brought the same gre...
The name is Stephen Wilfred. A six-foot-one, big and tall, somewhat chubby but still totally sexy young man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Canada. I recently moved from the American town of Brockton, Massachusetts, to Toronto. Leaving the United States of America was tough but it's something which I absolutely had to do. Simply put, there a...
Shadows swept over the ancient dilapidated building as the cool spring breeze sent chills down her spine. She had wandered through this land, naked and alone, desperately seeking assistance. Clutching a small azure vile to her bosom, her icy hues would dart about the eerily silent establishment. Every now and then, her peripheral vision would play upon her i...