Three days. Three long, slow days. Callan sat in the meeting, hearing the council members conversing and advising and recommending, but struggling to listen to anything they actually said. It had been three days since he'd been to the village, since he'd recovered the precious jewels and the stones, the last remaining token of his father and the key to immen...
( I’d like to thank all those that have taken the time to comment on my offered thoughts. I have tried to respond to all those that were kind enough to include their e mail address. ) After calling Henry to let him know that we’d be there and no, I didn’t want him to call off his pinochle game… I slowly stirred the crushed tab of ecstasy into Mary’s marga...
Total Mission Time: 00d 01h 56m... The tram grinded to a stop and the side door opened to the platform. Body bags were lying all over and blood was splatter in places on the ground. Some of the body bags were open; the bodies were of course no in them. "Tyson, Carlos, do you read, this is Shawn, we are on the Med bay tram platform." I said into the short-r...
[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. All locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.] *****...
I first met Jackson when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore, so we've known each other for four years now. We were both involved with the theater program in our high school. We were the type of kids that always sat together at lunch, wore strange thrift-store outfits, and cracked each other up with obscure pop culture references. And of course we sang a...
I stroll over to the bar and fix myself a drink. I turn away from the bar and get a chance to really survey the room for the first time since we walked in. We really have not had a chance to do much of anything except be completely lost in each other since entering the room. Someone could have been in the corner watching the whole time and we probably would...
No sex in this story, just part two of how I was introduced to CFNM and Erotic massage. * I loved the exposure from my last visit to a Caribbean spa, I couldn't wait until my next opportunity. I didn't yet realize experiences like this could happen at home. I call these "origination" because they all happened before I ever found out about Massage Parlors...
INTRODUCTION This is the third chapter of "What have I become?" The first chapter was inspired by another literotica story I read. The story is titled "What came over me?" by the author jo350. The story was written a year ago and I had hoped for a sequel. Since there was no sequel I decided to write this story. All the character names are different so as no...
This story is actually real with absolute no alteration from the real facts that took over except for the names (In fact, I chose to resume it to the jump faster on the sex part of it you are all here for). All characters are at least slightly over 18 years old. Only my own cock was hurt during the production of this story as I had to remember it. I used to...
Mizuki aiko a 18 year old college student was attending her swimming club and was already heading to the locker room when it was over. "Ahhh when I get home i got some stuff to do groceries to get" mizuki said as she undress to shower and walked over to the showers leaving her towel and clothes there. Mizuki couldn't hear anything when she was in t...