A requested story by a reader. He wanted a father/son story after reading one of my mother/daughter ones. So here it is, enjoy. And for those who insist on throwing bad comments my way, do us both a favor and don't waste your time or mine. I will ignore them and delete them. Everyone in this story is over eighteen even though it is not stated in the stor...
Reader alert... the story contains elements of voyeurism and incest. **** The sound of the zipper of the tent opening didn't wake Eric Strong, because he was already awake, having been startled by the sounds outside of the tent he was sharing with his best friend Bobby. At first Eric thought it might be a bear, but when he heard the muffled clearing of a...
Andre was a very successful restaurant owner., a chef in his own right , he calls his place 'Andre's Pantry.' Stefan is a rent boy. (Correction was until he met Andre read on>>>) Andre was one of Stefan's many regular clients - but not exactly for just one the sexual element. That is why basically Stefan has dropped his other clients. Andre's rich reward i...
A brand new story after a long time...All reader feedback is welcome...Enjoy! R.B. My wife and me used to own a massage studio in the center of New York. During the last months of 2005 business wasn't going very well and there was always great tension between us. This tension had a strong influence on our sex life, which had become a rarity. There were cons...
I sat in a table as close to the shadows of the bar as I could and turned the business card over and over in my hands. What the fuck did I have to do with a lawyer named James Gleason? Or, rather, what did he have to do with me? Sitting in the shadows in this sort of bar proved not to be a good idea. Before Gleason showed up, I had to turn away—politely, I...
Notes for the Reader This is my second submission to Literotica. This story is intended as the first tale in a series describing the sexual experiences of a young man through University and his relationship with a hedonistic family with whom he becomes more than acquainted. There are some elements of my real experiences woven into the series but overall it...
Malta, 1815 Billy woke in the late evening and reached over beside him to find the bed empty. He looked over to the French doors out onto the garden on the cliff overlooking Malta's Valetta harbor, with its vast array of ships' masts in view beyond the edge of the garden. He sat up on the side of the bed, opened the drawer of the nightstand, and took out a...
Jeff had been on the road for 5 hours, only stopping once for gas. It was a 9 hour drive from where he was staying to get back home. He'd been traveling for business and this time it was just easier to drive. He didn't mind driving long distances - for the most part the time alone to think was welcomed. And he got to avoid all the crap that comes with air tr...
We proudly present the second part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- The earnest literary critic can but conjecture about the state of mind of the author of the sad and perverse...
My boss, Byron Powers, was a good looking black man who had risen through the ranks of company much faster than anyone before. He ran marathons, worked out on a regular basis (he even had a portable gym in his office) and and as far as I know had his fill of all the pussy he could ever desire. I liked Mr. Powers. He had an easy going manner and his employe...