I think my muse for this one was 'Citizens' by Alice Russell from "The Blacklist" soundtrack, but I can't remember! I'm calling this chapter Strive to Destruction. Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff, little bit of smut; the perfect combination, really, for a Blacklist story, lol. As always, I own nothing, just my thoughts. All my love to BlackInk07 for...
Hi, visitors of literotica.com (the biggest place to discuss about sex, I have every seen). I am from Pakistan. I am quite new in this site, I have read at most stories of this site, and I was amaze. after spending some month on this site, I also decide to join the community of literotica.com. I have written a fantasy in an Asian sex site. I have good respon...
The view from where I am standing is pretty nice, Andy is up a ladder at the bottom of my stairs, fixing the ceiling. I am at the bottom of the ladder making myself highly useful steadying it, and getting a fantastic view of his firm thighs and bum, tightly clad in denim. I'd be a liar if I said I had much interest in DIY, or if I said that ladder really ne...
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She waited for him in the white satin robe that he loved. Jennifer wanted Darin to find her looking the way he loved to see her. Beautiful. Comfortable. He always marveled at the way that she could make the most casual clothes look fantastic. She sighed at the thought of him and tucked her legs up under her body and waited for him. Darin walked around the o...
In death I dream of you. You are beautiful and you are there and you reside in me yet like the perfect stillness of a mist that rises and rests over a calm body of water in the early predawn morning; forever there, forever perfect. The tub you've taken was long and warm and scented and was meant to help with your uncertainties and calm your anticipation. A...
This story is dedicated to an inspiring muse At 2:15 p.m. on a Monday, you pick up your desk phone on one ring and your student is on the other end. He must be on his cell because you can hardly hear him. You get the facts, though: He's getting on a train, you're to wrap things up at work and meet him in 30 minutes at the station around the corner. Then he...
Walking down the street in New York City is a little bit of a philosophical puzzle. There's so much to see, but if you actually look, then it means you're not watching after yourself enough, and that is dangerous. Citrine's main way of staying as safe as she could was to wear black, and keep her hand in her pocket with her keys. She'd always be sure to have...
The traffic is light as I head towards Amy's apartment. It is almost time for our phone date. My cell phone is on the seat next to me. I smile at the thought of hearing Amy's voice. I expect she will be fresh from the shower and ready for some loving. Amy is a woman with a large appetite for sex. Her passions inspire me in ways that I have not felt in over...
"Ah, damn. It's been one of those days. I'm glad this day is over. All I want to do is relax," I said to myself as I opened the door to my apartment. "Thank goodness I have about 4 more hours before I have to pick up boo from daycare, so I can take me a long, relaxing bath." I start to strip off my clothes as I walk in the door, leaving a trail to the bathr...