Sometimes, I think the worst thing in the world is unwanted attraction. I find myself attracted to someone that I hate myself for wanting. And the things I look at online make me question myself. My name is Richard James Edmond. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently moved to the Province of Ontari...
Dear Meghan, You thought that I was crazy for buying this old car but I think that you just do not know how to appreciate it. A pearl white '68 Cadillac Convertible de Ville is simply the very best way to enjoy an aimless drive on a hot summer evening. Let me tell you why. We've been out for dinner at a nice restaurant downtown. You do not park a car like...
Author's Note: You may or may not recognize this piece. I wrote it a few months back when I was toying with posting on forums from a different site. It was written under the name I had chosen to use there. It is titled something different over there, but I really enjoy Literotica's story board, so I left the other site and have come back where I belong. I ho...
You are led by the hand to a room. You can't make out any of the details because your eyes are completely blindfolded. You hear the door shut and a lock being turned. He comes closer to you. You feel a glass at your lips and smell the scent of wine. "Keep your hands at your sides and do only what I tell you. I control the pleasure this evening," he says, "...
It had been a frantic week, one of those crazy weeks that suck every drop of energy from your soul, leaving you totally exhausted and empty, and making you wish only one thing: running away, as far as you can, running away from what you live everyday. And that was exactly my plan. I wanted to spend a weekend of relaxation and nature, as far as possible fro...
The very warm nighttime temperature and high humidity we stepped into convinced me we were somewhere in the tropics. Maybe not far from the equator. We were involuntary tourists courtesy of a band of women! We five men stood side by side in the near dark, neck-connected, wearing dresses, as two women with tasers watched over us. Not a word had been spoken,...
Antje brushed her flaxen Germanic hair behind her ear and set the f-stop at 16 to counteract the blinding glare of the desert. She squinted, hoping the sun wasn't taking its toll on her delicate skin and deepening the golden dust of freckles that lay across her enchanting nose. She had the full line of Clinique sunblocks and moisturizing emollients to ensure...
This is my first attempt at writing BDSM from a woman's point of view. Beth has helped me with it, so in many ways it really is Beth speaking... David was not my first lover, of course. At 28, I had had my share of experiences. I was married for three and one-half years to a man who turned out to be a womanizer. After the divorce I moped around for several...
This is a much shorter one than the last but no less enjoyable to write. As for reading it depends what you're looking for. The emphasis is on the aftermath of the first chapter but also features one hell of a quickie. Yes! It's a quickie within a quicky. Fuckception!!! Enjoy. ***** Ever since we made love last week things haven't been the same! Elat...
The world comes alive before me. The ceiling is bare white, bright but not blinding. I sit up on the comfortable and gain my bearings. Between the bed, me, and the walls a few strides away, the room is empty. The floor feels cool, but not cold. Standing and stretching towards the ceiling, I don't even come close to reaching it. "Hello?" My voice echoes ha...