The following chapter is the final installment for "Heavy Traffic". I truly appreciate everyone's support and patience as I submitted chapter after chapter. I learned several valuable lessons about the story submission process on Literotica along the way. I'm not sure if I will go with the chapter-by-chapter submissions in the future or revert back to postin...
A Cad falls to Grace, Final Chapter The blackness of my vision lifted and I found myself standing on a wide path of what looked like stone pavers. The path went straight ahead with no curves visible, and it appeared to be about six feet wide. Far in the distance of my vision was a mountain, Everest in size it seemed. Snow on the peak. At the base of it was...
Chapter 32 Late 1986, Conrad's Empire Grows The city of Zitacuaro sits on the edge of Mexico's Tierra Caliente, an oven-like expanse of lime orchards and agave spikes. Sammy Pardo drove and Conrad sat alongside him, holding the map and acting as navigator. "Don't worry, Sammy, we'll find the place." "Christ, Conrad, this place is at the end of the world....
-Chapter 1- {Introductions} New York City "Damn baby, you keep fuckin' with me like this, and you might just see a grown ass man cry." She slowly licked the underside of my shaft, kissed me at the very tip of my manhood and put just enough tongue on it to make me shiver. "So, you'd cry for me, Antoine? I didn't think men like you cried for much." She...
He found her. Assigned to an undercover unit outside of his unit. She was assigned to the well known BDSM club known as Plaisir Douleur, where only the most dominate and the most submissive come to play once the sun went down in the valley, a valley that held warehouses filled with drugs, sex trafficking and illegal sales of military weapons to foreign cou...
The night carries many strange stories, some terrifying and horrible, for the night is the realm of the unseen. If you listen to those unseen voices of the dark, you can hear tales that will blast your mind and soul. One of the voices flying the night winds tells of the entity known as Chulauga. Come now, and read what the night wind speaks. Kathy Brenner a...
"I told the little shit to fuck off. How dare he think I owe him a blowjob for picking me up from work. I owe nobody, nothing. Except the thieving bank. They charged me thirty bloody pounds to tell me I had no money in my account. That I already knew. So that's me now on minus thirty which is worse than being on fuck all! Silly fuckers." It wasn't just Rebe...
The Cyrsian desert, despite the natural connotation, is not a place known for warmth. The planet of Cyrsia, lightly caressed and controlled by Andromeda, maintains an average temperature of -3 degrees Fahrenheit. Because of this oddly livable but constantly hostile climate, the few species of vegetation which reside there have adapted to rely on sources othe...
Authors note: I would like to dedicate this story to KYT, the love of my life and whom I miss terribly. * The year 2020 had been one of the worst years in recent memory because of the Covid-19 pandemic. As the world's population socially distanced themselves from each other, many people with underlying conditions died from the dreaded virus and with an occ...
It was starting to get dark on an early May evening. I was driving across Tennessee on my cross country trek to Utah. I had been on the road all day, starting in Jackson, MS where I was attending a conference for my profession. Normally I would have flown back, but a friend asked if I would drive a car back for him that he purchased online from Nashville to...