"Goodnight, and I hope my wish comes true" That's the normal routine for Mary, a 29 yrs girl with long blonde hair and a quite-sexy body, before going to bed, say goodnight to the bowling ball sized Budai figure on the end table, and rub his big belly to bring wealth, good luck, and prosperity, as once belief popular folklore said. She jumped onto the bed a...
Author's note: I am using the Carpathian ideas from Christine Feehan's books. Carpathians is a race of people that are immortal and feed from blood. Should the male not find his other half (the light to his darkness) then they either choose the dawn or give up their souls and become vampires. I like the basis of Carpathians and several stories were inspired...
So, being the sexually adventurous woman that I am...and having talked to a man about a possible 3way with him and his male friend, which didn't work out bc he had to unexpectedly move to California, I went and joined an adult website. Brian had written his own story about our shared fantasy, and I encouraged him to submit it to Literotica. He had started a...
As I got off the subway, I walked down the street and found the address much faster than I would have liked. 6:20. I had ten minutes. I walked around the block, despite the January cold. I was nervous, I couldn't deny that. What he told me, my wrists and ankles would be tied and I would be blindfolded. I would be naked except for garter belt, stockings, and...
Frightened, Anya slapped at their hands as they pulled off her coat, saying NO over and over. Johnny and Scott were grinning, pleased at her reaction. They were both head and shoulders taller than she was, broad-shouldered and fit. She felt pathetically small and helpless; and really, she knew her desperate slapping hands, one of them bloodied by the knife,...
Damn, I thought to myself as I admired Mouna Hassan's big round ass as the sexy Black woman began undressing. I stroked my eight inches of thick, uncircumcised Haitian dick as she got ready for me. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Jeremiah Emmanuel Jackson. I was born in the town of Quartier Morin in the island of Haiti and raised in the City...
I have written fiction for twenty-five years: published three novels and a collection of short and novella-length stories, as well as have a desk-full of novels and short stories in progress. Below I have summarized the questions aspiring authors ask me and my answers to them. Hope this helps you write better stories. Plot: All well written stories follow...
"Hi," I say, as I open the door. "You're here! How was your -" The words are cut off as you forcefully push me against the wall and smother them with a hard kiss. I feel your entire body pressed against me, feel your hardness and my knees go week. I start to push you back with my hands on your chest, but you grab my wrists and pin them against the wall abov...
The second of five stories written for Phoenix, the great love of my life. Drawn from our own experiences, and her complex, beautiful, wicked imagination. ------------------------------------------------- Villa in Bali, deep in the jungle. In the sun room: surrounded by lustrous brown teak, the sunlight slanting through the leaves overhead... We are her...
I'm always the one who gets stuck working holidays, I told myself as I thought out loud. Since I was single again it beat staying home and doing nothing. Or going to my buddies' houses for fourth of July barbecues that last forever and having their wives fixing me up with every friend they have ever had. I was so involved in talking to myself that I didn't n...