Julia looked out from her balcony at the sprawling city of Roma. Traffic seemed to pulse and roar in the night as everyone made their way to their entertainments before the holiday season truly started tomorrow. Feeling the cold she closed the door and smiled at the preparations she had made for tonight. Glancing nervously she smiled as she saw the voluptu...
I love big Black women. I've been addicted to big beautiful Black ladies ever since I could remember. I've been collecting videos and magazines specifically geared to my unique interest for ages. My name is Jackson LeBrun. I'm twenty seven years old and I'm a Canadian man of Haitian descent who's strongly attracted to Black women. I'm addicted to the Black l...
The following is a complete work of fiction inspired by Roman history, with a strong fantasy aspect for the use of artistic license. The original story which was previously posted on Literotica has been completely revamped, so the folks who have been following the story might want to go back and re-read from Chapter 1. The idea of intrigue, betrayal and a po...
He was burning. He was burning from the inside out. Every kiss he left along her neck was like fire, the impression of his lips a scorching brand on her pale skin. Distantly, he could hear her moans, but the crackling of the flames was louder. Her fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders before tracing down to his chest, her every touch as cool as he was...
Note: I've submitted this story for the Winter Holiday's Story Contest 2016. If you enjoy it, please vote. Also, per the non-erotic focus category, there's no sex. * "You'll be fine, Stanley, until the kids come along," an older friend warned me before I married Jill. "Then there could be issues." Now I know what he means. Like me, he's Jewish. Also like...
Right now, I can't talk because I've got my mouth on Farah Al-Rashid's ear and we're making out in a movie theater but I've got a tale I'd like to share with you. My name is Dwight Hollister. I'm a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I'm originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts, but got sent here by my parents for scho...
The moment I saw her that autumn afternoon, I knew that I just had to have her. Sitting quietly in the shadows of the empty library, lit only by the lambent warmth of the reading lamp over the desk, her demure beauty ignited a fire in my soul that had been dormant for many centuries, and I knew that I must take her life force and make it my own. ooOoo I wa...
I'm not really sure what happened. The night before, I had fallen asleep, watching a rebroadcast of one of my favorite Sunday morning news shows. It was October 2008 and I was staying overnight in a hotel in North Carolina, having just finished a meeting with a tech company that my company did consulting work for. The next morning I found myself in the same...
Hey, there. My name is Zachary Etienne. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents. I lived a fairly normal life in my hometown, enrolling at McGill University to study Criminology and living it up on weekends like everybody in the town of Montreal. I was twenty years old when the Zombie Plague hit. I mean, at first...
Authors note... Hello everyone; This was more of an exercise in alternative writing for me. I wanted to create a different earth with a new history. All while getting in a good bit of sex. So, this is my attempt at doing that and I hope you will forgive my bad spelling and grammar enough to enjoy it. I'll add that this is not meant to fully reflect our ow...