Sometimes, past meets present. There's really not much you can do about it. My name is Steven James Vermont and I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian-American urban fiction writer living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm currently working on a book about the life of a black, gay male state police officer, his family and friends, and their ups...
"We have got to do this again sometime. Thank you for lunch." "Now that we've exchanged information, we can hook up whenever. I still can't believe how much you've changed since high school." I had just run into this girl that I was real cool with back in high school while on my way to lunch, so I asked her to join me. Damn if I can remember her name, thou...
I put my tooth brush back in the glass, adjust my hair a little, glance skeptically at my not too muscular torso and shrug my shoulders: no quick fixes for that. I pick up my satchel from the floor, walk through the door and down the stairs to the streets. I can feel the fresh and mild morning breeze against my skin as I walk the final few steps before hitt...
"Matt! Matt! Time to get up!" his mother yelled. Rubbing his eyes, Matt sat up and looked at the clock on his dresser. Good. He had time to check the prints he'd made before he went to bed - prints of Mrs. Forrester at last night's basketball game. He'd dreamt about her, and it was a delightful dream. Once more, she offered to pose nude for him, but when s...
So one of the fantasies that I enjoy exploring is to take my partner fully clothed and blindfold her as well as restrain her. I'd like to use the St. Andrew's crucifix this evening. Once properly secured and blinded; I start to slowly cut the clothing off. Starting with the outer layer, she feels the knife sliding against her skin. It's cold, hard, and ev...
Brett pulled the heavy door closed behind him, loosened his tie, and surveyed the room, a typical business traveler special. Good wifi. Generic wall art. A book of sightseeing that he couldn't imagine anyone was ever around long enough to use. Today had been a long day of hurry-up and wait in a crowded airport, then in a delayed prop plane, and last in a cr...
Ian felt drained. Two days of solid fucking. His dream woman was underneath him, her huge solid tits pressing into his chest as he relentlessly drove into her. He had lost count of the number of times she had made him cum and the number of different ways she had teased him to the point of ejaculation. Now though, this was pure animalistic fucking. The only...
I want to make love to you. I want to arouse you and excite you. If I do my job skillfully, I will tease you and delight you, not stopping until you experience an orgasm that will leave you shaking and squirming with delight. A wonderful lassitude will befall you, leaving you drained and contented. Your breathing and heartbeat will return to normal as your...
Thank you, you backroom folk of Literotica, for operating a 21st Century vehicle for writers, allowing them to symbolically and creatively thrust a lubricated digit (I'm thinking finger)into minds to gratify readers. Bloody brilliant! I joined Literotica on 02/14/05 and hit my 50th contribution on 02/25/05. I bear a suspicion that many hoary Old Fathers i...
Still more Sneaky Masturbation Information WAY BACK-- Dollie was masturbating me at the drive-in movies soon after we began dating after she turned 18. She'd gotten so excited she was rubbing my erection through my jeans and I suggested she just unzip my pants and set it free. This happened after I'd been pulling her tits out on earlier dates. It was all n...