(In the 1950s it was Coopers Jockey Y Fronts that were the fashion statement in male underwear. Goggle, and explore what I mean. They were high waisted. They did not sit on the man's hips but rode higher than the navel. A big Y shaped opening on the front was their hallmark. Elastic kept the legs tight- until they got old and worn and the elastic became infi...
Hello Lit! Thanks to everyone for the feedback and comments, Steve and I both read them! I will admit to still being behind on feedback via email. I'm catching up, just slowly! Thanks to all for the constructive advice about clothes vs cloth - oops. A word of advice to aspiring Lit authors - don't procreate, they are s-o-o-o-o time consuming! In a good way...
Sheeeit!! This was going to hurt. The thought flew through my mind as I struggled for control. I stared out of the screen as the ship hurtled its way through the stratosphere on a sure fire collision course with this world. I knew that I was so far off the beaten stellar highway that I was going to be the proverbial Robinson Crusoe, marooned in space. I fo...
By Maximilian Cummings I was on top of Karen, her slim legs up and over me, my penis deep in her wet, warm and slippery, but actually fairly tight, vagina. Some men complain their wives are a little too relaxed after giving birth and yearn for the more virginal glove light tightness of their original young bride. It was not something I could or would compla...
Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors. * * * * Chapter 7: Discovery D+3 I have to know! I need to know! I must know! Are these Longton men really as big as Br...
Pete happened to be in a dive bar in Santa Monica, arriving there in his new Porsche, a symbol of his recent windfall. In the passenger seat was Angie, the yin to Sunny's yang. They were best friends and usually together, and he had some delightful threesomes with them, but Monica weaned Sunny away, and almost out of spite he began to spend more time with An...
Rick Sikorski was standing naked in a daze, in a suite at a posh hotel in Niagara Falls, Canada. If a fortune teller had predicated accurately how this day would end for him, he surely would have burst a gut, laughing uproariously at such an outrageous and most improbable prognostication. And yet there he was, naked, in a hotel room with three people he had...
As the two dazed wives stumbled upstairs to Floor 4, twelve studs of various skin colors, races, and cock sizes donned black head-to-toe monk hoods and slipped quietly up the stairs behind them. Floor 4, unlike its predecessors, was shrouded in fog-like billowing mist. Brandi and Joan encountered many corners and intersecting passages and soon found themselv...
Author's Note Imagine a large, luxury yacht, transformed into a floating kink club—two performance spaces, gourmet meals, and dedicated personal escorts—making a regular circuit around the Caribbean. Men and women might book anonymous passage on this ship for a relaxing week of sex tourism. Local girls might flock to it as a way to make more money than the...
When a man stops lying to himself and rejects the lies told to him by others, he will find life much simpler. My name is Charles Joseph. My friends call me C.J. and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born far from Canada, in the Caribbean island of Haiti. My folks and I moved to Canada eleven yea...