My job involves walking around with weapons under my clothes (hell, next to my pecker) that would get me thrown under the jail if the local police knew I had them, and using them when I must in order to do the rest of my job, mainly getting other people out of trouble. So I'm sort of a crook, and sort of a soldier, and when I deal with people who are no loss...
"Ishmael, if you ever come back here, I swear I will kill you," said my sister, Hawa Dubuisson. She uttered those words after siding with her lover, Mikhail Mulenge, against our Family and against me. This was a hostile takeover and we both knew it. Classic behavior among our blood, to be sure... With my father, Faisal Dubuisson dead and buried, our clan wa...
EPILOGUE The wave hit Rosebud in the back covering her with spray. Murat screamed: "Big one coming", but before she could turn around green seawater covered her and sent her tumbling to the beach. Her belly and breasts scraped the sand and then the water receded again. On hands and knees Rosebud looked around for her stepson and the both of them started lau...
Sunday morning, Aziz made his way out the restaurant kitchen to the small beautiful courtyard behind his restaurant. The rain had finally stopped in the wee hours of the morning and the sun shone brightly over the courtyard. He placed the freshly made bread on the round table next to the assortment of jams. The table could easily seat six, just as comfortabl...
The sun rose over the City of Calgary, Alberta, and as usual, Hakim Winston rose with it. Shooting a disgusted look at the body lying next to his, he left his bed, and went to the nearby washroom. Looking in the mirror, he grimaced as he saw what looked back at him. A six-foot-tall, brawny and muscular young man with light brown skin, curly hair and lime-gre...
Winter comes to Ottawa, Ontario. Just another day for me. I look out the window from my apartment in the neighborhood of Vanier, right across from the Park. There's snow everywhere. Hard to believe that it was bitterly cold yet dazzlingly bright yesterday. I get up, and walk from the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Another year has gone by, and I'm s...
"Oops, oh man, I'm so sorry," Alia Patwardhan said sheepishly, looking at the tall young Black man standing at a corner of the elevator began sniffing the air. That's when his lip curled in distaste, and his eyes widened in surprise. For a certain tall, Hijab-wearing young Indian Muslim woman just let loose a thunderously loud fart, less than a meter from hi...
Introduction: Someone here on Literotica mailed me and asked if I could write about a billionaire. Others said they liked my Sheikh stories. Someone else reviewed my earlier stories and claimed they were degrading and using the F-word way too much. So this time I want to try to write an old fashioned romance story with no sex scenes (at least not in the begi...
I've known Karen off and on for over 25 years. When we first met she was a sweet and sexy twenty something, already in her second relationship. I never got much detail of the first but he seems to have been violent. Her husband Alan had rescued her from that but by the time we met the cracks were beginning to show. I met him several times but never took to h...
Don't matter where we sleep, don't matter where we park All we need is a spark, spark, Spark In The Dark - Spark In The Dark, Alice Cooper "Ok, you've got a full mag, one up...er, one in the chamber. You're ready to fire." I stepped back and watched McKenna steady herself both physically and mentally, and then squeeze through the trigger. The stubby litt...