World war 3 in 2035 leaves the world devastated. The economies have collapsed and civilization as we knew it has ended. Technology is pushed back several years and the surviving population lives in poverty, hunger, struggle and the worst of all, lack of recreation. The new American Empire announce a new tournament, an endless tournament where people will fig...
Lucas Ledford is asleep on his bed, his almost bare body tangled in the light blue sheets, gentle snores escaping his lips. Sunlight is draped over him through the nearby window, yearning for him to wake. His right hand is unconsciously fastened safely beneath his Hanes white briefs, squeezing his morning surprise. A moan escaped his lips as he played with h...
In the myths and legends, the light of the moon transforms men and sometimes women into wolf-like beasts, and they roam about, ravaging the countryside and preying upon the unwary. Makes for lousy storytelling, the moon-based dependency that these fictional creatures operate under. The truth is that shape-shifters exist in many cultures, from the Native Amer...
My name is Eli Pierre. I'm a six-foot-three, kind of good-looking white guy of Irish and French descent in his early forties with short black hair and pale green eyes. I live in the city of Brockton in the state of Massachusetts with my family. My wife Denise Jacobson Pierre is an executive with an engineering company. Our son Jay is a freshman at Boston Col...
For my 101st submission to Literotica, I thought it would be fun to create a "Hot 100", amazing stories across many categories that have enriched my life. I did not duplicate the stories from my earlier offering, The Ten Best Stories On Literotica, so there are 110 choices in all to whet your appetite. In the classic "Hit Parade" style,...
Diddle, diddling, diddling around/about never had a sexual meaning. It meant you were bored or idle and looking for something to do. It didn't have anything to do with masturbation--certainly it was not like those male words. . . jacking, stroking, wanking. Besides ladies, or girls. or women, just didn't talk about such things, much less do them or if we did...
The things I do continue to puzzle me, folks. There is a fine line between our perception of ourselves and our innermost desires. My name is Bernadine Arnold. I'm a six-foot-one, muscular and fit, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Probation Officer working for the...
I'm an "old guy." Much of my coming out had to do with sex rather than lifestyle, but now lifestyle has just about caught up. I may be bi or gay or whatever, as if I even care. As the saying goes, where the dick leads, the heart will follow. Or something like that! After many years of hiding in the straight world, including two marriages, I have evolved, and...
Winter grips the City of Ottawa, Ontario, in its icy grip. Adler Stephens, a big and tall young Black man originally from Dorchester, Massachusetts, still isn't used to the harsh winters of Ontario after nearly five years in the province. This morning, however, the young African American gentleman, international student and adventurer finds himself in someth...
This is the landing page that will take you to the several stories re-archiving here. I am also using this section for new stories with the same themes as my other stories. That way I don't have twenty different stories all over the place that cover the same stuff. You can get it here. If you want to add on, or take a story a different way-- please, please d...