Paddling along the estuary of the Bluestone River, Max McAlpine took in a deep lungful of salt-tinged air blown by the breeze off the breakers pounding the bar where the river met the sea. This was life as life was meant to be, he mused, watching two native grey ducks take off from the semi-concealment of a nearby tributary, alarmed by his almost noiseless...
*** Preface to readers: Inspired by my time off, along with a few stories I've read on Literotica, I've decided to pick up writing again! To give a brief overview of what this story will be about (so you know right off the bat whether it's to your tastes, without spoiling anything), my story will be about werewolves, romance, sex and developing an immersiv...
I first became fascinated with crypto-zoology when I took several graduate courses at a major university in Ohio. Bigfoot, or Sasquatch, the common Native American terminology, was my peculiar fetish. The erotic dreams woke me every night. I fantasized I was seduced by a Sasquatch. Were the tabloid headlines like "Beautiful Women Help to Lure Bigfoot" and...
Note: This story isn't as graphic as most, but it has the added element of being a true story. No, not a fake true story – a real true story. As you get into it, you can probably see that it's true. It has a little humor (I can't help it), but I know that's not why you read these stories. Actually, it has quite a bit of sexiness to it for a true story, but i...
Ch. II: The Streets of Sin City Frankie Mancuso was director of security for the establishment where Dr. Masterson had been found murdered in room 33-B. He knew better than to immediately notify the police. The maid who first discovered the body was sent off with an escort and a substantial amount of cash to visit her family in Mexico City. The first perso...
Disclaimer: The writer of this text might or might not have had sex with all the persons she mentioned. The situations might or might not be part of her personal experience – or her imagination. In fact, you can't even know if she's really a she. Only she knows that. *** In fact, I am not the right person to write a text about dirty talk in German. There a...
James laughs a little, prompting Viktor to let loose a deep chuckle as well. James reasserts my words, "You heard her, gentleman. Who would love to see this lovely lady part with her cardigan, only a mere thousand dollars from each of you!" The rustle of money slapped down on the various tables positioned throughout the room as each of them pays up. And my...
Selena Texeira could be considered beautiful by just about any standard of beauty around the world. The six-foot-tall, curvy young woman with the light brown skin, stylish Afro, and curvaceous figure usually saunters into a room like she owns the place. Selena isn't the type to strut, she saunters, and there's a big difference between the two. Looking at the...
Melody Adewale is the name. I'm a six-foot-one, pleasantly voluptuous, friendly and keen-minded young Black woman of Nigerian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm openly bisexual, and quite Butch. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Way down in Canada. I've always wanted to live in the United States of America. And I f...
I can't stand how fake most people are, folks. Seriously. And when you live in Canada, ninety nine percent of the people you meet are so fake, they're plastic. My name is Jean-Robert Blanchet. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I moved to Ottawa from my native City of Boston, Massachusetts, a...