Afrikaans Literotica Stories

351,159 results
Orientation
Length
Source
Infinite Scroll
SmutMD: The World's Biggest Erotic Literature Search Engine.
© 2025 SmutMD.com

Semper Figura Ch. 01

by NormaJane on Jul 31, 2018
Erotic Couplings

'Pygiaphilia' is my rendition of the sexual initiation of my long-ago lover, Alan (1934-1998), who was a fervent pygiaphile, and whose initiator possessed a prodigious posterior. But if that account implied that his passion was limited to huge hinderparts, the relay of the account of his second encounter should confirm that contour trumped quantity. Large wa...

The Stand-In Guy

by BabyBell on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

~*~ This story is purely FICTIONAL. All characters are over the age of 18. Some of the places named in this story are real, others are fictional. In my little fantasy world there are no STD's or AIDS, but we live in the real world so please practice safe sex. ©All rights reserved. This is my first online story so please send some feedback. I live in South...

The Diary of Sarie Marais

by Alien42195 on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

Publishers' Note: This is the translated copy of the diary of Sarie Marais, a young (24 years' old) South African and Afrikaner woman. When I met Sarie I would not have guessed that she had such a remarkable tale to tell. Her tale involves getting to know a group of people that she would never have associated with. In order to help the readers not familiar w...

Bisexual Farmer Fuck

by danielblue on Sep 15, 2017
Group Sex

I was driving through a desolate area of the Karoo in South Africa when my engine started to splutter. Shit! I cursed as I looked around me. In the distance I could see a windmill. I figured there must be a house nearby. If only my car would hold out until then. I turned off the main road and down a dusty track, heading for the windmill. The car was jerking...

Hot & Sticky

by ChatNoir36 on Sep 16, 2017
Anal

*** For those wondering about the accent, think Leonardo DiCaprio in Blood Diamond. *** My lover has an Afrikaans accent. His breath whispers against my neck as he speaks gruffly in my ear, pinning me to the living room wall. I push my behind into his groin as he cups my tits, groaning he is "so glad he met me." It's a rainy summer's night, all sticky and...

Joan, My First Affair Pt. 01

by WanderingHands on Sep 26, 2017
Interracial Love

The first time I met Joan was the day she started work at the bank. I was young then, 22 years old, full of ambition. It was 1998, South Africa was learning to be a democracy, the apartheid era was confined to the history books along with racial segregation. I am a third generation Indian that was born and raised in Johannesburg. I grew up during the aparthe...

Deja's Surprise Ch. 02

by macol on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Drifting in the half world between dreams and reality, felt soft lips brush my forehead, a hand on my shoulder and heard a voice. "Come on sleepy head, rise and shine, Greg." I concentrated on forcing myself back to reality and slowly opened my eyes. "Good morning, Lisa," I mumbled. "Hope you slept well. It can't be time to get up; I only just went to sle...

Home

by Kittenliz on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

Karlien squeezed Darren's hand he placed almost absent-mindedly on her upper thigh. They just turned off onto the N1 out of Johannesburg. "Are you sure you want to go home, Karlien," he asked her, momentarily showing her what's under his veneer. She smiled at the way he pronounced her name in his British accent: Carlene, like a proper red neck. "I have to...

My Introduction to Swinging

by Poizon_Swinger on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

As this is a true story, all names have been changed to protect the identities of those concerned. * The first time I visited Club Poizon was on 30 May 2012, to attend an induction evening for newbies and to be verified as the real deal. Asiandragon is my user name on the website called kiwiklub.com which all swingers must join if they want to attend part...

The Gamble Ch. 01

by isis3858a on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I was winning big. The fun, though, was wrung out by the two ladies ridding my skill and luck and yakking about something on the rare times I lost at Blackjack. They wanted every hand, not just the two of three I was bringing in. I should have sat on either end of the table, not the middle. Looking around, my eyes caught the strong and slender back of a dark...