The humans call this land Mageshore, as it was first discovered and visited by mages using magic to move themselves across the Bright Sea. Elves had visited it in ages past, of course, and some of them followed the human colonists, setting up their enclaves alongside human cities. Dwarves, were already extant, though the lack of friendly humanoids on the sur...
The name is Damon LeVoleur. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in Atlanta. A charmer, seducer and natural genius. A first-rate adventurer and a cheerful sort of functional psychopath. Oh, and I'm forthrightly bisexual. I hope that doesn't bother me. If it does, I don't care. A long time ago, I decided that having fun with no strings attached was...
4. A Web of Passion Shortly after graduating from college I found a job designing a website for a music store, the job I hold today. I now had an income adequate for me to live on my own, so I bought a house in Camden, NJ, across the Delaware River from Philly. This house is not big or expensive like many I've seen, but has just enough bedrooms for a family...
Morning broke too soon as the rich Florida sun came flooding in through the sliding glass doors that separated the living room from our balcony. Brianna had rolled off of me probably to avoid the daylight and Hannah was still snuggled up tightly to my hand right side. I gently slid my naked body out from under Hannah's and stood up to greet the morning. I ga...
That familiar crushing sound of the wave breaking against the sea was all I heard as my body propelled the board directly into the surf. I wanted one last ride before heading back to shore. Hoisting myself belly down onto the orange foam, I felt the rough surface against my skin, the rubber cord fastened to my ankle by the Velcro strap. The ocean was speakin...
If there are two things in life that I really hate, they must be: stereotyping and racism. So I have to warn you in advance that this story is about both of them. But it's a story that needs to be told because the ending is so satisfying. I was born and grew up in New York City. One of the stereotypes that I would like to dispel right away is that all Jewis...
Are we comfy in the tent? I trust my hawker did not exaggerate our side show—the woman still having the same orgasm two years after seeing Paul Newman as the shirtless, sweating Sioux Indian in Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid. Lawsuits are pending. In my latest recent post, I shocked readers will the story of buying my first vibrator. Now, I top that exp...
Southern wife's interracial adventures This story is a rewritten version of one I posted here at Literotica in 2003 writing as Raven 222. I hope readers will find this reworking, with its enhanced detail and dialogue, to be an improvement. As with my other Blondie adventures, this account is taken from an actual event that occurred much as depicted, my wife...
I was feeling on top of the world, ready to take my prize. Kelly had been worth all the effort to get her to the edge. It started with a bet, a simple wager and progressed from there. Only five weeks earlier I had bet my best friend Brad $250 that I could nail Kelly before he could nail Sheila. The rules of our game were simple. We had a code we needed to...
It was every Autumn of her life that Ivory and the rest of her clan made the same trek south. Every Spring she returned the same way. She reasoned that the journey would seem less arduous as each year came by, but this year the wind was colder, the snow heavier and the ground more treacherous. Ivory wondered whether the migration only seemed worse because it...