Years ago I joined a local writer's support group and was encouraged to try my hand at erotica. This story was one of my first attempts. I remember their reviews being quite positive but I thought I'd submit it to Literotica to see how it holds up to today's critics. * It was almost 10 a.m. by the time I was awake enough to get moving. I could see it was g...
My name is Rigan and a few weeks ago I had my first bi-sexual encounter with Claire. We had been friends for some time but are now lovers as well! It is not easy for Claire and me to meet very often as we have work and children and our diaries have only joined twice since our first time together. As I said at the end of that story it was only as I thought...
My name is Ceren Armaghan, and I'm a young Turkish woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm an international student at Carleton University right here in the Capital. Whenever I tell people that I come from Turkey, they always assume that I am Muslim. Nothing wrong with being a Muslim, of course, but not everybody in Turkey is Muslim. The...
Jennifer awoke slightly disorientated, a bit groggy but rested. Where was she? Oh yes, last night she and Denise had consumed two lovely bottles of Chablis and had crashed at her place. Consciousness came around, the faint scent of sandalwood incense and a more shocking revelation: Jennifer was nude, spread-eagled, wrists and ankles tethered by Velcro cuffs...
DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fiction, intended for adults age 18 and over. Do not read if you are under age, or if you find lesbianism offensive, bla bla bla. The Author retains the rights to and title to her submitted works. If you want to repost this story ask permission first before doing so. Copyright (C) 2004 by Lilinye ***** She kept telling me h...
There was a routine to her day and she hated the constraint of it. This was what her life had become and she had dreaded it at twenty and now she had meekly acquiesced. A compliance made more bitter by the trappings of middle class respectability that bound her to a narrow social claustrophobia. There had been many attempts to break out, flirtations with fre...
A lot of phone conversations I had on the phone with my long-distance girlfriend Vera were intellectual, funny, sad, serious, or just plain nonsensical. But tonight's phone conversation went from serious to erotic. I called Vera earlier, but she was watching "I Love New York," so I let her go while I continued writing some random novella about a young, bise...
All characters in the story are over eighteen but if you are not or if you are offended by sexually explicit material, you should stop reading now, close this page, and go and do something else. This story is the intellectual property of the author and cannot be reproduced in any form without written consent. The scream that started out as a desperate cry...
Part I Most of the school was empty; deserted: rid of its almost 1000 students it had been forced to shelter for the past six hours. A couple janitors sipped sodas and washed their damp foreheads with pink wash towels while they swept the perpetually dirty floors of Cookatel High School. Almost a half-hour after the last of the detention students had left,...
Every weekday, Brenda would come home from a long exhausting day at the office, to find her husband watering the yard. There was nothing wrong with him watering the yard mind you, as it was a task that needed to be done, but still, it angered the blonde. For every day, at that same time, the 19-year-old neighbor girl, Samantha, decided to sunbathe, in her fr...