You kneel before the leader of the KARWA group, Fajula, a large black man with long dreads and an incredibly well toned body. He sits upon a throne like a lion on a hill, watching over his domain. Your knees hurt. You have been kneeling on the stone steps for so long. You wear a green satin out fit, one that drapes around your neck, down your body just enou...
One of the fun things while living in the city is that you get to spy on your neighbours without necessarily going out of your way and be called a freak in the process. I live in an area where most immigrants establish themselves, which means I get to see people from all walks of life. Take the building in front of my balcony: three families, all from the s...
I awoke in a fog, vaguely aware of the soft bedding underneath me and covering me. Cautiously, I stretched my body, finding that I was no longer bound. I opened my eyes and saw only blurred light at first. The large chair was on the other side of the room and I struggled to discern whether he was sitting there or not. I jumped with a start when his hand care...
Chapter 01: Meet the Fuck Team The following is the transcript for the introduction to the very first show. We meet Simon, Daisy and the Fuck Team and gain more of an understanding about the show. Simon Cumwell: Hello and welcome everybody to the first episode of The Sex Show, the show where we take an average American couple down on their luck as a resul...
(This story began as a fantasy thought inspired by two wonderful ladies who for now will remain nameless. I changed the names to protect the guilty.) * The sun crashed into the room as Adrian's eyes slowly opened. He attempted to stretch out as he woke up before discovering his hands were otherwise contained within two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs. As he attem...
Harmless flirtation. That's all this is. I see the signals he's throwing. The extra split second his eyes linger when we talk. The weak smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth when he offers a playful joke. It's OK. I like the attention. No reason to feel guilty. Definitely no need to tell Dan. There's nothing to tell. I'm not crossing any lines. Exc...
Samuel X. The Aquarius King. The Haitian Dreamer. Literotica's Favorite Asshole. In his lifetime, the young Black man from the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, had been called many things. Always because of his peculiar talents. Growing up in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts, he was keenly aware of the fact that he was different. Among the legions...
That was all Freddy needed to react. He burst out of the bed, to the door way, and up to the stairwell. The sconces lining the stairwell flickered, and went out as a cold rush of air passed through Freddy. Downstairs, he saw the light flicker, grow dimmer, and flicker again. Finally, there were only stairwells descending into absolute darkness. "No, hell...
((Author's note: Although this story is meant to be a continuation of my "Alien Invasion," I decided to put it out as a separately, because it is not so much a story of Aliens, but of the ability of one person to completely control another. As the saying goers "power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely." Beware it does contain sex, rape, incest a...
A true story He is my touchstone. I am nervous, yes. Very. I try not to think about why I am here. Sitting at the back of the room on a bench, clinging to His arm, my hair is in a simple ponytail. I have no makeup on... it's not necessary. I will be wearing my hood. The workshop room is huge; larger than life posters of gorgeous people hang down from al...