This happened a little over ten years ago when I was in my mid twenties, so I apologize if I romanticized the memory of this great sexual experience. I pulled a Lord Byron for the first couple of paragraphs... After some shots of ripple, I began to flick her nipple. I started to kiss her, As she let out a soft whisper, With a timid giggle, She said she wan...
It was called Operation Valve. Its main purpose was designing portals based off of salvage Nazi science plans, and to make them able to transport things great distances in no time. The team was not composed of Nazis, but a small group of people working on the project. Other researchers, namely from bioconstruction, biofusion, and biochemistry were in the gr...
Don't speak to me about desire. I know more of that word than most know about their own heartbeats. I have desired many things, some of which I have actually managed to grasp. I know desire. I know it well. I desire her with a part of me so ancient that it is nothing more than the spawn of patience. I look at her and wonder what it would be like to know her...
This is my first venture into publishing on Literotica – please be kind! The story is my own, though the characters are not. Well, one of them isn't. If you haven't already, you must read Patricia51's novellas Bridget's Nights and Bridget's Days. This story is based around the character Bridget O'Brien, and while it is effectively a stand-alone, it would h...
This take place after both the wonder Woman and Captain America story. Inga walked into the room Wonder Woman was being held. She had broke the mighty wonder woman with her Physical strength. The Amazon had put up more of a fight then most but Inga soon took her down. Then Inga used her sexual skill to break her. In that Wonder Woman was no match. Wonder Wom...
"I'm sorry April, but I am going to have to ask you to move out as soon as possible. You are simply not responsible enough to live here. " "Please Victoria," I begged, "Please let me stay. I love living here. I promise I'll remember to do my dishes." It was true, I did love living here. The rent was cheap, the apartment was close to school, and I got alo...
It was about ten years since I last knew a world without shipgirls in it. They came in force in the back half of the first year of the War, and my association started with just after I'd been drafted. It had started with working details around the barracks, females in the units vouching for my character and discretion. Then I was called away to ordnance scho...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, openly bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. Currently residing in Brockton's West Side. Sometimes, I think black women are their own worst enemies. More than anything else, they're the ones who drive black men to dating and marrying women of other races. Black women are uncompromisingly problematic...
On the eve of September 29th, 1938, British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain entered his hotel room exhausted. He had just returned from a secret, day-long deliberation in Munich, where he and a group of powerful world leaders had drafted "The Munich Agreement," a settlement which promised to return the Sudetenland to Germany — and hopefully avoid war in t...
Leila thought she had contracted a fetish. She worried it was 'abnormal' and searched the internet for answers. She read Wikipedia and other sites to get an inkling where she stood on the scale of 'normal' and was her particular fetish actually one? She got confused, first with the earliest writers on the subject and then with the more famous writers like Fr...