This is a little flash story dedicated to a new friend. She emailed some ideas and disclosed things that get her tingling. She's also a walking wet dream. Thanks to all who leave meaningful feedback, and a special thanks to those who email suggestions. Sandy Mason: "But when I dream, I dream of you. Maybe someday you will come true." + + + She pounded on...
Her tail twitched nervously as she stalked her prey, an attractive male bathing by the pool. Her sensitive ears took in the sound of his movements, the splashing water, the coarse cloth roughly cleaning his tanned skin. This human had captured her attention the moment she had laid eyes on his physically perfect form. She had been following him for quite some...
I no longer feel guilt for the things I do. Only God can judge me, since my fellow Muslims are all hypocrites anyways. Oh, plenty of Christians and Jews are hypocritical as well but Muslims pretend like no one else can. Here's a few examples. Brother Hassan, the Imam of my favorite Masjid, is a wise old Cleric from Somaliland. The dude is secretly into men a...
As Katlyn lay in bed, she wondered when she would be with her baby again. They hadn't been able to be together for quite some time. Mark had been away, and was due to be released from Jail soon. He'd been involved in an armed robbery, and had been sentenced to five years. Katlyn knew he wasn't really a bad person; he'd just got himself mixed up with the wron...
This is the story of how my sexual good fortune reached its crescendo on a busy stretch of highway between Los Angeles and Las Vegas, in a vehicle traveling over 70 miles per hour. The boundaries that separate life's ultimate erotic adventures and personal danger are sometimes blurred, and either consciously or subconsciously we all determine how far we're...
Author Note: This is one I wrote years ago when I first started writing and just recently found again on a disk. I thought The readers of Literotica might like it. ************ The Roamers had just finished their lunch and set off for Hyaline for supplies. As they neared Hyaline they could hear the sound of battle and as they got closer they could see tha...
My name is Alexandra Stone. I'm a strong woman. A lot of women say they're strong but truth is, the bitches are lying to themselves. I'm a strong woman who looks the part. Standing six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I'm a bodybuilder who can bench-press twice her body weight. Yeah, lots of people envy me. My fellow women call me a Reinc...
Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me. My name is Samuel Voltaire. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I study Criminology at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa. And I am a Black man who loves Black women. You don't hear that every day. I have a question for Black women....
There is a standing date for our group of six. On the third Friday of every month, we go out. Whoever is hosting for the night chooses the venue. We have only a few hard rules. First, it is girls only, no spouses. Second, we meet at the hosts' house and travel in a group. Third, the venue can be anyplace the host chooses, but it must always be someplace we h...
Warning: This story contains a giantess, huge boobs, giant cocks and balls, and ridiculously excessive cum. It's also just a bit ridiculous in general. It also contains a herm/futa, which I know isn't everyone's cup of tea. All characters are 18 or older. If you don't like this sort of thing, please don't read it. *** Heather was upset. Pissed. Fuming. It...