Solo Male Stories

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No More Black Women

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

My name is Stephen Voltijer. I am a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from Brockton, Massachusetts. I've been here about a year and lately, and you could say that I've been having a tough time. I had a hard time transferring into Carleton University from Bay State College. But th...

Lisa, A Story From A Male Admirer

by RubberBudcus on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

This story is based on the truth and real people. It all started in a routine sort of a way. Well, routine in a Literotica sort of way really! Let me explain. I am a lifetime fetishist. Male, 63, heavy build and hairy to gorilla standard. I experimented at an early age with wet clothing and kept at that converting to female attire through two marriages, tw...

Clean but Crude Ch. 02

by BrentCrude on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Dee opened the door and followed me outside to the waiting area. She stood in the back and I walked to the front. I turned around and faced several sexy looking young women. A few looked completely innocent, almost out of place for what was about to happen. "Good morning, ladies. I'm Brent Crude, the owner of Crude Entertainment, and I want to thank each of...

Star Wars: Decontamination on Duro

by HandcuffGirl on Sep 16, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Authoress's notes: The following story takes place during the Yuuzhan Vong War, on the planet Duro. It is the seventh Star Wars story I have written, and while it is not a sequel nor prequel to any of the others, all my Star Wars stories do work together. I hope you read all of my stories, and enjoy them. Please leave me feedback, public or via email. Openi...

La vicina

by Anonima on Jun 1, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

È estate e fa caldo, ma l'aria di questo sabato pomeriggio di luglio che entra dalla porta finestra aperta è l'ideale per la mia pelle accaldata dall'orgasmo. Sono qui, stesa e ancora nuda sul divano, dopo essermi masturbata fino a venire. Sono a gambe aperte che mi sto ancora accarezzando la figa rasata e fradicia, coccolandola mentre gli ultimi spasmi la s...

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Fantasy Fulfilled

by magmaman on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

I guess I need to describe her, the vision is burned into my mind. The crazy part is I don't know why. I just do not completely understand the attraction. Sylvia is my massage therapist. She is 40, dark haired, and the right term would be voluptuous. I knew very quickly that I had found the right person. Normally I spend a lot of time finding someone, an...

The XXX Olympiad

by johndstories on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

"And welcome to Day Two of the round-up show of the Olympiad here in London," a smart suited gentleman said to the camera in a clear voice with a cheesy smirk. "And what a programme we have lined up for you today. It's been thrills, excitement and plenty of action." His co-host, a beautiful young lady with bouncing brunette hair and an infectious smile nodd...

Skydive Sky Clad

by LitEroCat on Sep 17, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

[9/7/12 corrected typos and revised to restore missing text and a disclaimer] "Honey, let's do something exciting next weekend. Something risky, adrenalin-gushing fun and NOT a vid game." "Oh, you mean like a beach snooze risking maximum skin cancer by catching some rays naked? How about we drive around topless - you and the car?" I didn't think she'd go f...

Daddy Solo Pt. 01

by stephseward on Mar 13, 2018
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

She was 24 years old and a procrastinator a lazy procrastinator at that. This was clear in the way that her second year of university began. Having entered her start date a week late in her calendar she had been withdrawn from most of her classes. As she was required to attend as a full-time student by her parents who paid for her lavish lifestyle, she was...

El favorito (Segunda Parte)

by Steelhummingbird on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Los brazos del esclavo estaban extendidos y tensos por la posición forzada de banquillo. Estaba rígido como piedra y lo único que lo podía diferenciar del mobiliario existente en el cuarto era su respiración lenta y acompasada y su cabeza encapuchada . Su Ama había salido para encontrarlo en la misma posición varias horas mas tarde. Lo encontró para su grata...