(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. The song that inspired this story was...
The bodies on Bourbon Street droned in and out of each other's space in a mesmerizing dance of drunken celebration and awed wonder. Mostly masked, faces searched for the most intoxicating paths, the most stimulating sights. Emily, behind the safe harbor of her feathered mask smiled broadly and for the first time in years felt completely free to be that perso...
Chapter 1. Sanctuary He hunched his shoulders and pulled his collar up against the cold wind as he stepped out of the tube station and into the suburban street. He walked down the street of row houses in what used to be an industrial neighbourhood. Before all the factories shut down and the concerns moved to Taiwan or Korea the street would have been full o...
Everyone was joining Ross at a museum benefit that night, where he was scheduled to give a speech. After much frustration and many distractions, he had managed to get everyone ready and on their way down to the waiting cabs. He called out for Rachel as he guided Monica and Phoebe out the door. Rachel walked out of her bedroom, wearing a stunning sea-foam gr...
We're walking on the street towards our hotel, after a dinner out where there'd been a lot of teasing going on beneath the table. We're both keen to get to our room, and explore the arousal that has been building for hours. You're dressed in stylish black pinstriped pants, coupled with a black belt I can't wait to unbuckle, and a charcoal grey shirt I can'...
The clouds over the lake were low and slate gray and threatening. There would be something cold and wet falling from the sky before the night was over, and Lia reminded herself to keep a careful eye on Peter Bessinger and be sure to leave when he did. She didn't want to be out in the sleet on Michigan Avenue at one in the morning looking for a cab, not in th...
"You know I don't like you going over on the west side, Jamie." "That's where the work is, Ma." "None of the young men are going over there. It's not safe. The police told us that we should avoid that area of town until they find out why young men have disappeared there. It was someone delivering pizzas just a few days ago. Before that it was a mailman. An...
Steve looked at the little, black book tattoed on his forearm. He breathed heavily, exited. He placed three fingers on it and pressed slightly. A strange, tingling feeling erupted in the arm, like the vibration of a cell phone, but very small, somewhat unreal. He looked around him, at the empty back street where the strange, angel like creature had appeared...
(A Dylan James Story) This is a prequel to the One For The Road series filling in some of the main character's background. I would like to thank all the very nice fans who wrote to me and expressed their desire to read more about Dylan and his life. I was surprised and excited by the response. So this is for them. Enjoy! He was waiting for the #1 uptown lo...
This story contains public nudity, exposing myself to unsuspecting women, masturbation, as well as getting a hand job. If any of this is disturbing to you, please stop reading, and choose another story to enjoy! I'm an exhibitionist. I love to be caught naked. I like to walk around naked whenever, and wherever I can. I have been naked in public places, both...