Author's note: This will be my 100th submission to Literotica. Over the past four-plus years, it's been a pretty wild ride, and I appreciate all of those who have commented on my work – good, bad or indifferent. I've tried to share some of my life, some of my fantasies and tried to write stimulating stories that make people think. For my 100th story, I deci...
My name is Sean Patterson Brown. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Denver, Colorado. Many people can only dream of being wicked and getting away with it. I've done that. The bad stuff is addictive. And I got it all out of my system. Ever heard of focusing on the future? Well, that's what I'm doing right now. Where am I doing it? At the...
My name is Sean Patterson Brown. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Denver, Colorado. All the mean, wicked and sexy things people dream about? I've done them all! And I got it all out of my system. Ever heard of focusing on the future? Well, that's what I'm doing right now. Where am I doing it? At the Denver Institute of Technology, the...
My wife and I have been married for over 15 years; we were both pretty inexperienced sexually and our sex life since has been ok, but not wonderful. I felt I was not satisfying her because by the time I had made her cum, I was so knackered I was asleep in seconds. I felt she should be enjoying multiple orgasms and enjoying all sorts of cocks in her. My wife...
I sat in the living room of a cottage, deep in the Welsh countryside. My name is Richard and this is the holiday home of Norman and Linda, an English couple in their late forties. Norman is about five feet seven inches tall, weighing around 175 pounds with a goatee beard. Linda is a little shorter with a curvy figure and she is a brunette. I'd met them on th...
This story is the second in a series of events that have actually taken place over the last two years. Although names are fictitious to protect the ‘not-so-innocent’, places and events are factual. I have put ‘pen to paper’ for three reasons: i) to preserve the images and memories in our minds; ii) to share the images with you. Had I not experienced these ev...
Her name was Trish and she loved horses. She liked boys and she liked girls too. But she loved horses. So it was no surprise when she got a job training horses for a well-to-do woman in northern Georgia. Trish worked twelve hour days, wrestling 500 pound animals, making them bend to her will, so that they could become disciplined, prancing, tassel--laden s...
It was night. Night was his element. But, it was also theirs. Michael Stone felt absolutely comfortable in the dark. He knew his way around in it. He could see through it, hear around it, and feel beyond it. And, because the vampire hunted at night, Stone hunted as well. Michael pulled the rental car into a parking lot a few blocks from the WaterWorks. He a...
The waiting room is small, functional yet intimate, a quiet and respectful place with a handful of seats set around three of the walls. You take a seat and glance at the clock on the wall, there's 5 minutes until your appointment. With a deliberate, slow, deep breath you check in on your heart, feeling her familiar race and willing her to be calm, she's sa...
It felt like it had been years since Liz had been able to take a day and just relax. Her first year at college had been a whirlwind of papers, tests and classes. And her job at the bookstore. Sure she'd gotten laid a few times (okay, maybe more than "a few" times), but that just seemed to stress her out more because she always felt guilty and worried her boy...