"Just understand this: the minute you cross my threshold, you are submissive to me. That is my only condition. In my house, you submit." It has been so long. The slow dance of fear, anticipation, doubt and hope. But hope over all. First messages, missteps, calls, coffee, talking, creating safety, managing fear and baby steps, baby steps. It's taken...
"Do we have plans tonight?" "Not really. I had thought we'd enjoy a quiet night at home." "Jack called me." "Jack?" "You remember Jack, from the old neighborhood." "Oh, Jack." "You liked Jack. He's in town on business and asked if we could stop by for a drink." "I guess we could do that." "I'll let him know we're coming." "Where are we going?" "He'...
The creature stood in the red sun light on ten segmented legs. It had many natures and for each nature it had a name. It was troubled often on who or what it was because it could not make up its mind as to what it was much less who. Jagged cold mountains pierced a black sky. A faint red sun cast ill, evil lurking shadows across blue lit plains and valleys....
Many thanks to those who read, offered their critiques and encouraged me to submit it – this could not have been written without you. ------------------------------------------ She felt him stirring beside her as he slowly inched away from under her arm so not to disturb what he thought was her slumber. Cracking an eye open, she spied him casually sitting...
Lance thought he was content with his minimum wage night shift job at the gas station, living in the small shed-turned-house behind his grandmother's home. It was small, cozy, and his blackout curtains afforded him optimal privacy. His grandmother didn't make him pay rent and hardly ever bothered him. Mostly because they lived in Arizona, and the hot summer...
Endless hours watching all the beautiful people board and exit airplanes, chat and flirt in airport cafés, seducing each as a new lover, an erotic possibility, a quick but eternally satisfying fuck to embed in the imagination forever. Such runs my Lana's mind. So tired, both of us, but both of us feeling the freedom from North American work drudgery and sh...
~Note: This is one of my idle fantasies while on a vacation. This content of this story is largely gay and prostate/cock sounding, so if you're not interested you can read another excellent story on this site :) Enjoy~ ***** I awake on my back feeling cold metal beneath me. It is not entirely uncomfortable, as the metal seems to curve around my body, leavi...
Note: The following essay is one I read every morning, right before my 15 minute daily meditation. It was written to help me overcome the tough points in my life, as there have unfortunately been many. I also wrote this piece to give me confidence about my writing ability, and have used analogies concerning Literotica whenever appropriate. I am sharing this...
My name is Stefan Cherenfant. A big and tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Friends call me K.B. for short. I don't mind. We all seem to acquire nicknames at some point in our lives. Not much we can do about it. Anyhow, I was home from school during Christmas Break. This is the tale of how I had...
Dear Reader, Though this story is published and available, I am more interested in having it read than in making money with it, so I will be uploading it by chapters to this site in the next weeks. Love, Cheleste * "Are you alright?" he asked me. He looked squarely at my escort, who released my arm, then back at me. "May I show you out?" he inquired. I...