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The Ebony Totem


By Stephanie Gilbert


Copyright 2023 Stephanie Gilbert ©


All characters in this story are totally fictional and over the age of eighteen. No A. I. was used in creating this story.


Authors Note. This may have been posted before under my old username Darkmind. It is part of a much longer story....

Welcome, not so gentle readers.
This is a one shot, just to let out some of the darkness running around my head. Just a warning, this is a really dark story, not like the stories of House Valor. I placed this in Horror for a reason. I also did not bother editing this.
This takes place in Kingdom of Sumpter, for those curious, it is north of the Starn Mountains and Darkhunt, past the forest of Eversleep, and into the foot hills of once was the northern ocean....

A BLACK NEW WORLD ORDER STORY
- THE AFRICAN PLANTATION -
Malik and Moussa were two brothers, rather handsome young Black men. From a modest background, they would never have thought that white men wanted to be the slaves of Blacks.
So Malik was happy to see that a tall, muscular white man wanted to be the slave of two young Black boys....

Leon's grin grew sharklike, slow and deliberate, as if her whispered question--What's the game?--had cracked open a door he'd already braced his foot behind. He took his time answering, savoring the silence that hung between them.
"Chess," he said.
Stephanie's eyes narrowed. "Seriously?"
Leon shrugged. "Why not? It's how this whole thing started."...

There may be spelling mistakes. I will fix them at a later date. I just wanted to get the story out after writing it for an entire day.
The lush green of the jungle, a contrast upon the blue sky. The cacophony of animal sounds fill the air. The little chirps and buzzing of insects dominate the landscape below the treeline. The heat radiates off the forest with a slight haze. Deeper within however, the haze is replaced by thick humidity, making the air almost drinkable....

I imagined spending time at a hotel with you... as we get there, we can't keep our hands off each other... as the door shuts.. I hold you from behind, feeling your gorgeous body and your ass pressed up against my cock that's starting to throb... you tilt your head back and I kiss your neck and slowly and softly biting your neck.... I'm still behind you as I start kissing you while your head is tilted back... sucking on your tongue... and kissing...

War and Love - Irish Exile
© JoeMo1619 - July 2025 ff.
Nearby Limerick, Irish Free State, spring and summer 1936

The small steam locomotive slowly pulled our train -- comprising only three carriages -- along the western Irish coastal route from Limerick to Athenry. The next stop was to be Sixmilebridge, where I was to disembark and be met by my relatives and their coachman. "A real coachman," my mother had told me. "Aunt Shauna doesn't own a car. That's still a true rarity in the west of Irelan...

Hello to people starting this, the first three chapters are under erotic couplings but I am trying to transition this to more of a romance style. For any of you curious for as to what 'Morton' sounds like, think 'Sean Bean'.
FantasyNotReality
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Chapter 4


*-*-*(Author's Note: Yeah, sorry for the delayed posting of this chapter. This is a pivotal chapter where the plot goes into gear and where things start to go wrong with our characters. I had a lot of trouble putting this chapter into writing and had to split it into two chapters to make it manageable. The trouble began when I tried to force all this into a single chapter and made it a nightmare to edit and revise, so I had to settle into dividing it into two chapters, making the pacing...

A Favor for a Favor: The Study Date
Story by Comic Girl
This story is a spin-off chapter from my 'Favor for a Favor' story, which is inspired by Ann Douglas' excellent story, 'The Price'.
If you have not done so, please read it and send her praise.
It was 6:30 Friday evening, and the lovely Celia Daniels was eagerly awaiting the arrival of her study date, the alluring Dana Warner. Even though the 18-year-old high school senior knew that this was going to be one girl helping another study so she ...

Intensive Care
Author's note: This story features some medical activity that may or may not be 100% accurate, so apologies for any factual errors to any British endocrinologists that might be reading this. This story has a longish fuse before the action explodes, but I think it's worth the wait.
I don't remember how I got in here, but I need to get out. All I need is something to eat for god's sake! The room keeps spinning and I keep passing out. The wall clock seems to have stopped even though the ha...

In a few hours, there would be a party. A retirement party, held for a guard that had worked for the Langleys for decades. Apparently, he was even friends with Amelia's deceased husband, the late "Duke John Langley III of Milhurst". Ray had seen pictures of him before, but it was hard to believe anyone could make friends with, let alone marry, a man as imposing as he was. The Duke, that is. Cecil the guard was the opposite of imposing. Tiny and frail, with big, wet eyes and a slow, shambling walk. How he ma...

Hello readers,
This one took a lot for me to get through. I won't give you the sob story and "justification" for the delay, I respect y'all too much for that.
Instead I'll say thanks for your patience, understanding and enthusiasm.
Little bit of a cliff at the end of this one so I'll do my best to have the next one done soon ;)...

Laying in the sun in my girlfriends backyard, feeling the heat on my back, I muse to myself. How awesome would this be if I could just turn my head to the side, observe my beautiful girlfriend Katie as she tans next to me, in a bikini she mention in school she'd wanted me to see. Unfortunately for me, her very big and scary looking dad Is tanning right next to her, with both eyes open....

The Wrong Room
Tags:
cheating husband, cheating wife, hotel, group sex, gangbang, airtight, restraints
Author's Note:
Dedicated to the real-life Louise.
Copyright © 2025 SiliconDioxide.
This work is published to Literotica under license and may not be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review or scholarly purposes. All rights reserved....

With Clark's help Fred learned the wonderful ways of man-to-man sex. They would meet whenever they could, and Fred always asked about Bart, his father and if he was a good cock sucker.
"Fred, he is good in what he does. He is a complete top and a good lover." Clark said. "Someday you will find out. But right now, you need more experience. Now give me a blow job."...

Author's Note: There is no sex with anyone under the age of 18 in this story. A pedophile is introduced and fortunately he is discovered before he can do any harm. The pedophile meets a well-deserved end. EOUL jsps
I watched my two girls, 13 and 14, run to hug their mother and their stepfather before getting into his car. Their mother, my ex-wife, was marching over to me with a mission. I had anticipated this moment all weekend, but I wasn't looking forward to it. She was served on Saturday with my amend...

This story picks up right after the first chapter. All the characters older than 18. This story is a little more front loaded with the sex, with character stuff in the back end (no pun intended). I intend to add at least 1 more chapter
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I woke up slowly and slightly disoriented. I had not had too much to drink the night before, I was nowhere near wasted, so I wasn't hung over, but I was a tad disoriented. My mind for some reason took note of the diff...

Carly whimpered as Hal gently entered her, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her decommissioned legs positioned by her partner behind him as his folded legs supported her bottom. As they worked up a rhythm, their eyes rivetted to each other, rivulets of sweat began to stream between her breasts....

Thank you for reading.
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Chapter 2
"I just thought I would drop by to see how it was going, sorting things out here," Chris said as we met in the hallway.
I don't know if I looked like I had just seen a ghost or not, but I felt very flushed, not only from fucking Sally, my sister, but now with Chris showing up and almost catching us....

I wasn't doing so well in culinary school. I had the gift and skills, but my attendance was bad due to my day job. I was single at the time so thank goodness I didn't have dating to fit time in for. There was a cute girl in the class but she seemed like she was as busy as I was, so I just stayed to myself....

Time passes for our crew, and there's talk. Then Remmi gets a little crazy, and Asher falls off the rails.
Enjoy!
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Chapter 23
ASHER
A week had passed since that exhausting night. Remmi and I had quickly grown into our armor. We'd worn it everywhere, trying to get used to it. By the end of that week, it had molded to our bodies and was now like a second skin to us....

Let me tell you about that morning--because if I don't, none of what comes later will feel real. That was the last morning I believed we were whole.
The kitchen was glowing with soft gold, the kind of filtered morning light that makes everything look like it's been forgiven. The blinds cut the sun into neat ribbons on the floor. I watched them bend over the shape of the table, over her bare thigh where she'd tucked her leg under her, and for a moment I thought: this is peace....

Back then, when I was twenty nine years old, I went on a summer vacation with some friends of mine. We had a blast, and I had more than just one hookup during those ten days next to the ocean. But while fucking those woman my mind tended to wander elsewhere: I was mostly thinking about my own mother while I filled them with my cum....

A few days had passed since Rebecca had felt forced to respond to the series of messages on her phone. Whoever was doing this had a hold over her. It was clear they had images, and in all likelihood, a film of her masturbating in her garden and they were clearly intent on distributing it if she did not do as they asked....

(Previously on To Hear You Moan.. A one night stand becomes a second and now a third. Our exploration of control and submission continues, discovering that a little pain enhances the pleasure. Will you endure the soft edging and lose yourself in the pleasure I can provide you? Or will I deny you the release you desperately crave?)...

I was searching online for cock to suck, Black cock, of course, I'd been Black exclusive for about 5 years, sucking only Black cock. I had a couple of Black men I serviced regularly, each at least once a week usually more though. But I needed more. Not to mention, my biggest turn on is sucking a new cock, there's just something about sucking a cock for the first time that makes my mouth water. I clicked on Carlton, Black, late 20s, 8 inches, needed his cock sucked and was hoping to find a deepthroater his p...

I felt your clit tapping.
Not grinding.
Not rubbing.
*Pulsing.*
Tapping against the base of my cock
like it was counting down
to your brain shutting off.
Your breath slowed.
But your cunt *didn’t.*
She kept *fluttering.*
Right there.
Where you’re softest.
Where your pleasure lives....

Unmasked: He Made Her Bloom for Him


By: Ishani

Chapter 1 - The Unspoken Tension
Tanveer Khurana had never been a man who lost control.
At thirty-six, he ran a mid-sized tech firm in Mumbai with the precision of a Swiss watch. Trim beard, pressed shirts, commanding voice everything about him whispered authority. His employees respected him. Some feared him. But none knew the quiet hunger he carried behind that well-ironed mask....

The cartoon figure of a cowboy towered above the midway. Although it wasn't much more than painted plywood, it radiated personality. A grinning hayseed face sat atop the body of a strapping young buckaroo. A ten gallon hat was tipped at a jaunty angle. And the plaid shirt, and dirt-covered jeans conveyed that this guy worked as hard as he played. He was posed in a seated position, legs together, and one hand raised in the air like he was eager to answer a schoolteacher's question....