Fear isn't something I let control me. Sure, I'm not a bodybuilder, I'm kind of small for my gender, but I can handle myself. One on one. Being the target of a lynching had never crossed my mind until my girlfriend dragged me along to Las Vegas to attend a convention of the National Lesbian Alliance. I was thinking about this new-found fear when my girlfrie...
Acknowledgement: I'd like to express my gratitude to Snooper for taking the time to critique the original draft of this story. I want to thank this editor for their advice and guidance, both that which I took, and that I didn't. Chapter 1 Matthew Moore completed the house around midyear 1870. He had begun construction of the home he was building for his fu...
Ken was just hanging up the telephone as Barb walked in the front door of their home. She could still taste Emily's juices on her tongue as she bent to kiss Ken hello. "Guess who that was on the phone," Ken said as Barb settled onto his lap. "I don't have a clue," Barb replied. "Anyone I know?" "Not really. It was Gary Fanstler, one of my old fraternity...
Life is what you make it, make your luck, destiny is in your own hands. Prologue I might as well own up right at the front of our short-term hopefully intimate but rather one-sided relationship between you the reader and myself: I'm an arsehole, no, let's be brutally frank with you, I am one dumb stupid arsehole. And an unlucky one at that. I never knew h...
Literotica 2017 Winter Holidays Contest entry. Votes would be especially welcomed by all authors competing as it takes so many just to be eligible, much less win. All on-screen sexual encounters in the following (when they finally do occur) are between consenting adults over the age of eighteen. *** The Wednesday before Thanksgiving 1987 found me precis...
Backroads or: On Being Blown Sideways Down the Road Less Traveled There's something peculiarly energizing about a road trip, even if, as is so often the case, it's a journey to nowhere in particular. Even if you've been down the same road a hundred times before, there's always the hint of something new in the air, some new adventure at hand right around t...
(A few years back I was putting in a new air conditioning unit at this bank. When on lunch, a female teller told me a story about this beautiful black chick, Candice, that had worked there. Because she had such a nice personality and was so 'mag cover gorgeous,' it seems she was courted by at least three different handsome men at once. These Guys didn't have...
It had already been two days since their returning from Digha. On their arrival at Kolkata, Pawan Kumar was feeling exhausted and tired because of continuous fucking with two girls. He called the girls, and said, "Hey girls, listen to me. I am exhausted by fucking both of you at Digha. Now, I want to take rest for few days so that I could rejuvenate myself....
"I still think this sounds depressing." Claire grimaced. "There's a spot," she said, watching the reverse lights of a car come on as it started to back out. Tom stopped the car waiting for the space to vacate. "We'll just pay our respects to Calvin and catch up with some of our friends." Calvin Custis was dying. Calvin transferred to Claire and Tom's hig...
Thank you all for the nice compliments I received on the first part of this story. Like its predecessor, this story, is totally fictional, like all the rest of the tales I've written. Some of the people I've mentioned are real as are some of the places. Other than that, the rest of the characters are fictional, as in "Not Real". I say this because it never f...