Author's Notes: © Copyright Darkniciad. If this story appears anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, it is posted without my permission and is likely incomplete/improperly formatted. Please go to Literotica and search for Darkniciad to find the real, authorized version of this tale. This tale takes place in my fantasy world, and cente...
This is the follow on story to CW – Hello Walls. Most readers were up on arms about the way I left the hero, Alan, in a world of crap. This is the completion of that story. It has been only a few months since Alan had taken up that apartment in Seattle and the previous story "Hello Walls" occurred. Alan sat at the small corner table in the shabby, dimly...
"On behalf of your flight crew, I'd like to welcome you to Las Vegas' McCarran International Airport, where the local time is approximately 2:50. We will be taxiing for a few moments, and we ask that you please remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened until we arrive at the gate and the captain has turned off the 'fasten seatbelts' sign." I gazed o...
Chapter One: A Sensual Awakening Author's note: This is my first submission. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Japanese anime, it is very different from American cartoons. Japanese anime is much more explicit, graphic in nature, and sometimes very dark in its expression of story and plot. Ergo Proxy is my personal favorite anime; for those who are in...
The grand opening of Tra'mon's fitness center came only one week later. This day would be the only time that any of the 13 white husbands from the condo community would be invited, and it was a day that I shall never forget. The grand opening was held on a Saturday at 11 o'clock in the morning. It came the Saturday after the stud's grotesque and beligerent...
Charlotte stepped off the streetcar and onto the curb Friday morning. She inhaled deeply as she stood on the sidewalk. It was just the start of the day yet the air was already warm. The streetcar's air-conditioning had been on the blink and the few windows that had been cracked open had made a negligible difference to the stuffiness on the crowded vehicle....
Black women are rude. Black women are arrogant. Black women are too damn bossy. Black women are too feisty. Yeah, you and I hear that shit every day. I'm a Black guy who loves bossy Black women and for the longest time, I couldn't seem to find the Black dominatrix of my dreams. How weird is that shit, for real? My name is Michael Franciscan, and I'm a young...
We pull into the picnic site at just after ten o'clock, after a few hours in the pubs in Edgware where Mary has been flashing her wares at the males (bending over from the waist to pick up dropped change, exposing her stocking tops and thong, allowing me to finger her in the street outside and be spotted by groups of young men). It is still relatively quiet,...
Ch. 02 Wolf Feather I still could not believe it, even as I looked at the items upon the small table: my favorite bright red dildo with the various nubs all along the shaft, the pair of vibrating bullets, the tethered cuffs lined with fake fur, and the several discs in their innocent-looking cases. Even stranger to me was that I was wearing a schoolgirl u...
She sits on a stool, at the bar, alone. She smiles slightly at her husband's reflection in the mirror over the bar. He looks back at her and winks. He turns to watch as four men in business suits enter the quiet lounge, and sit at a table close to the bar. He sees that they notice her immediately. Why not? She looks stunning tonight. Her long brown hair shi...