** This is the first chapter of the story I'm already in the middle of the second chapter, so I don't expect there to be too much lag time between submissions. I hope you enjoy and please leave comments, criticisms, and advice below. I look forward to reading them!** * It had been a long work week. Meetings, business lunches, report deadlines had swirled...
We learn more about the biology of the people of the islands and the oceans. I realize that some of this is probably impossible, but this is fantasy, definitely NOT reality. lol James lay on his back, his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. He tried to keep his mind off what was happening with his cock. A girl, one of the fantasy workers,...
It's late, but not a long walk to your apartment. It's not a familiar part of town to you, but the GPS has yet to steer you wrong, and it's still moderately light out, in spite of the hour. A left turn here, crossing the street, and then it should just be a few more blocks until you're home and able to kick back and relax. You're dressed in normal attire, a...
As long as I had to switch this over from the "Gary X. November" story list to the "Gary Alexander" story list ("Gary X. November" suddenly ceased to exist in Literotica's database; don't ask), I did a bit of rewriting and I think I made it a better story. * "I'm going to a pool party tonight," Mindy said. "You don't have to come if you don't want to." Th...
"I have no idea!" she cried, barely able to catch her breath. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she laughed, rolling over to her side and grabbing her stomach. "Did we not close the door? And where were his fucking pants?!" he howled, falling backwards onto the bed in a fit of giggles. After a few moments he leapt off the bed towards the door to en...
Amy wasn't really Dan's "trophy wife," but he liked to joke that she was, because she was ten years younger than him -- twenty-two to his thirty-two -- and his second wife. Of course, Dan was hardly in any position to get himself a trophy wife even if he'd wanted one, working two cubicles from mine in an office downtown and struggling to both keep up the hou...
The name is Marcus Pierre. A caramel-skinned, curly-haired and green-eyed young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm just a brother with a story to share. You see, although I look like an ordinary person, I'm far from it. I'm actually a superhuman. You don't get that when you look at me and I guess that's a good thing. Wouldn't want eve...
Sadie sat in the dining hall on Friday morning, thoroughly distracted from her grapefruit. She spent the rest of that Saturday night in Headmaster Davis' bed. After his bath, he'd taken her twice more. He fucked her like it was a punishment, as Headmaster Davis said it should feel, but she secretly reveled in the way he stretched her body. The first time hur...
It was all going wrong. And even worse, it was all going wrong at the same time. One of the panels in the cockpit lit up, and a shrill tone began to drone on in warning. "As if I don't know!" Thomas shouted, wrestling with the controls. Thomas was a good pilot. He was good enough to know how to react to a mechanical failure during flight, good enough t...
Streaks of pulsing laser-lights gyrate around the beautiful girls and handsome guys as they dance to the bone rattling beats of liquid metal rock that thud from giant speakers. The Waikiki Beach Club is like a lover's wet dream. Polynesian waitresses in skimpy hip-hugging sarongs serve fancy drinks, while guys make plays for suntanned girls dressed to arouse...