The loud music and jostling sweaty crowd did not affect the man at the bar. He sat quietly sipping his dark beer. Although I could see that patrons would occasionally brush by him in their effort to reach for whatever alcoholic concoction they'd order, he seemed to have an invisible bubble surrounding him. He was in this club, existing physically in my reali...
Roger prided himself on his scheming ability but these girls could have taught Niccolo Machiavelli a thing or two. He couldn't help laughing at the devious nature of females, at least his females, and yet men thought they were the master planners. Georgina had schemed to use the policemen they had entrapped, to gain information on the Glasgow Kiss gang, ins...
This story is loosely based on my life, but is largely fiction. There is no explicit sex. If you want a stroke story, this isn't for you. I unlocked my front door. It was all I could do to open the heavy door and close it behind me. I took three steps and sat on the floor. How had I gotten to this point? ============== Sixteen years ago, I was a freshly...
"What have we here?" Carrington Primross holds the beautiful Sabbath Black by her milky shoulders. From a safe distance he spies upon the Ganthorian starship crippled against a ridge. His admiration noting the cattle within a glowing energy pen. He could feel the energy in the air terrorizing his hunger. A bonfire flares around a stacked array of shipping...
I need to get this down before my next and last treatment. I'm a nineteen year old male, my name doesn't matter. I'm writing this down only as a reminder to myself, so if I'm reading this, it's because I've lost my mind. I've spent most of my life with a physiological problem, 'or so it seemed.' I was born during the last world war, and remember, as a child...
What follows is a work of fiction. This means that it never happened. The characters portrayed are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. If you not old enough to be legally considered an adult, you should also not be reading this. Please do not reproduce this story in any other form without my permission. Yo...
Lord Oblian was a naive soul, but somehow, had enough money to pay for my services. You see I am no ordinary mercenary. Some would call me a Black Knight, but I have only one horse, and was forced to sell my armor and honor long ago. I was barely a cavalry unit anymore. If Lord Oblian had one skill, it would be his frugality. But in all other matters he was...
I came across this story some time ago. I was searching Literotica for stories set in Belfast, since it is my home town. I was somewhat shocked by it. It is a non erotic story, and supposedly (from the claim at the start) "mostly true". To me it seemed mostly false, and damagingly so. It portrays Belfast and The Troubles in a light that is so far removed fro...
First Time Ch. 01 – Uncle Jake Sago Lane, in the heart of Singapore’s Chinatown, was snuggled in the midst of the oriental enchantment of a thriving British colony. Endowed with the mysticism of the East, it was a famous local landmark in the 1950s. To the clinical observing eyes of a Westerner, Sago Lane then had a uniqueness of its own as a street of flow...
Big black transsexual women are truly beautiful. And the big and sexy bisexual and heterosexual men who love us are truly wonderful. I ought to know, I'm one of these magnificent black transsexual ladies. My name is Amanda Joan Baxter, friends call me A.J. I'm a big and tall, big-breasted, wide-hipped and fat-bottomed, pretty-faced young black transsexual wo...