Mark was sitting in his hotel suite on his laptop researching the information Sabella had given him about Malcolm and the Double M ranch when his Yahoo messenger chat box appeared on the screen. It was Sabella wanting to chat with him. Sabella: r u busy? GaMark: never too busy for you. Sabella: I just wanted to say goodnight. Going to bed. Surprised my la...
Edited by Nightbird Okay let's recap; in part one I told you how my dead brain was kidnapped and I was offered the chance to live again as a Bonded Immigrant on a star system one hundred and twenty-seven light years away. And I wasn't the only person who was taken this way, seems the Company; a conglomerate of several corporations has taken over a thousand...
Epilogue: When I posted the original Fantasy Island story I was considering several possible scenarios that would tie up the individual fantasies. The only one that had fully resolved itself was the Julie/Michael relationship which was heading to a logical and planned outcome. Cindy had almost reached resolution while Janice and Joseph had some way still to...
Steve Feldman saw it in the "Inflight" magazine he usually thumbed through on his many business trips. A little clock radio that was actually a surveillance camera. Perfect! he thought. Perfect for catching the cleaning crew that paid a weekly visit to his home and whom he suspected of pilfering some of his valuables. He'd had an expensive watch stolen but c...
As mentioned by a comment from a reader about my first story that person believed that the story Navy Blues is racist bullshit. Further from the truth could that be. I abhor racism. I was raised in a mixed race family. My stepdad taught me to believe that I should look into a person's eyes and locate that person's heart. If I cannot see the heart, then move...
"Ding-dong." Joel went to answer the door without looking through the peephole first. There was no need to. He opened the door. It was Faye, his ex-wife that he hadn't seen in three years. He just stood there with an indifferent expression on his face. "Well, can I come in?" "Sure, I've been expecting you." "Your sister told you?" "No, she WARNED me."...
Day Forty-One: Exercise I seemed to exist more in Prana's skin than my own. Every facet of the day I experienced as she might: the last slopping-out before her punishment; the last shave; the last breakfast. I remembered how as a child I had counted down the days, then the hours, then the minutes, before a dreaded visit to the dentist. A visit to the dentis...
PREFACE This is an adaptation of an older story I have on Literotica, "Oshun." Out of sheer boredom and not having a "life" lol, I decided to expand and mold this story into the Star Wars universe. It took some work because I created my own stand-alone "universe" of sorts with this story. I decided that SW needs some sexuality in it, and why not some black...
"Tell me you love my big black cock, slut" The guy barked out. "Mmm. I love your black cock, fuck me harder and faster baby, and make your slut cum." I purred as I snapped back to reality. After a few more minutes of intense pounding by the guy, I could feel his sweat dripping on my ass and back then feel his warm cum fill my pussy. He collapsed on top of...
"Card, please. Welcome back, Frank." "Mike, you know me by name", said Frank. "You know I don't drink, I'm here for your arcade games. Why do I have to show my ID?" The bouncer looked at him. "I get paid to make everybody show an ID. You too. You didn't lose your ID again, did you?" Frank sighed. "New year, new ID." He produced his new student ID. He was...