This is completely fictional, and a long time fantasy of mine. All characters are 18 and older. I hope you like it, and look forward to any and all constructive criticism! Thanks for reading! ***** Prelude. Friday. "OMG! Theres no way you're sticking that in me!" she exclaimed, shrinking back from my growing erection. This wasn't the first time I'd heard...
It was another hot day in the marketplace. Booths and stands filled the town's plaza but the crowds were small this afternoon. Sonja sold the last of her berries and vegetables to a hungry fellow and decided to close up show since business was slow. She and her teenage son, Miller, began taking down their booth. The scorching rays of the sun hit them when th...
In Hawai'ian, "ohana" means "family." But they say it means more. It means not only the people you're related to, but the people you most care about, who make up your world. It is supposed to be the most sacred bond there is. I believe it, because for the shortest time, I felt it myself. During World War Two, I was stationed on a cruiser in the Pacific. I a...
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I'm sweating. She's dripping. We're dancing like there really is no tomorrow. Her smell as I brush my face past her slippery, smooth neck is utterly intoxicating - whatever perfume she applied earlier in the night has combined with her own feminine chemicals and produced an odour that fragrance companies should tirelessly look into. She bends forward and he...
Author's Notes: (1) I have no idea where this story was lurking in my subconscious. It's dark and horrible, and maybe it springs from a fear of isolation from love and human contact; I don't know. (2) But for some reason I had fun writing this. And jeez, that's a scary statement. (3) For all you trolls out there, blast away. This one's for you. ***** Ja...
She parked her car and stared at it. Tiny red house with peeling paint sandwiched between a vacant lot and a much nicer Tudor style. It surely wouldn't be the most horrific place she's gotten fucked in, but it wasn't a landslide victory, either. There was the apartment building with the leaky roof over the exact spot where Galloway lurched into her. Dining...
"This place is beautiful," Ankha said, as she walked through the Museum of African American History in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, with her lover, Jesslyn Collier. The two female Blood Drinkers came to the Museum the moment it got dark, and thusly safe for them to exit their new Lair, a stately mansion located within walking distance of Spelman College. I...
"It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what." ― John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga It was only the second time seeing her, a few months after our first in-person "reunion" after thirt...
This is the last chapter of this series. Honestly, I didn't expect it to get this long. But I'm proud it did. I feel like I did a better job with the characters and the scenarios they found themselves in than my first Literotica story-Xi High School's Dangerous Darling. This series was also much more heartwarming, intense. And yes, all my stories on this...