Chapter 2 Emily did agree to meet me that afternoon to talk. But she refused to actually do the talking part in public. Too much risk of being overheard and being embarrassed again, which was a little ironic since the secret is that she wanted everyone there to see her naked. We grabbed coffee at the student center and then went back to her room since Zoe w...
Many moons ago while I was doing a publicity shoot for a local horse show I met a photographer named Harry. Since that time I've done zillions of jobs for him. He likes me because I'm fairly tall and skinny and flat and available all summer. I mean available for photography shoots. Being fairly tall and skinny and flat are all big in modelling and his custom...
This is a follow up to my previous story "Drawn to Each Other". --- Anita had just had an unexpected evening of events. At the life drawing group she ran at the university, she had had to ask for a volunteer to model after the booked model had dropped out last minute — She didn't really expect anyone to be up for it, and yet two of the regulars, Julian and...
Ms Donnel had always been a hip college teacher. She wore clothes with black sharp corners and shiny metal buttons. English and theater was her teaching staple. Her true passion was in opening our minds to new information and experiences. Once in theatre class, she guided us through a yoga session. Mind you, this was at a time, when nobody really knew what...
Some years ago, an excellent writer of adult fiction, writing under the pseudonym "Little Joe," created several characters inspired by myself and several lovely ladies we both knew. One character was based on me, Bobbie Kaye, and was nicknamed Cutie, or Little Miss Cutie. Little Joe posted a number of these wonderful stories, in which Bobbie Kaye and her fri...
I made sure I arrived right on time for my business appointment. My clients value their time and so do I. A taxi took me through a maze of London back streets, dingy in the December gloom, to a smart looking hotel. As I crossed the foyer to reception, as always every man's eyes were on me exploring me from my high heels, up my sheer black nylon clad legs and...
After years of flashing her shapely body to any and every man looking her way, after years of struggling to control the urge to flash and wrestling with guilt, when she couldn't, after years of private psychotherapy and group therapy, Susan thought she was cured of her sexual disorder of flashing. Nearly raped the last time she showed herself late at night o...
Why do I write erotica, especially incest stories? The short answer is because I was bitten by a vampire. This is a true, sexually explicit story that shows actual sexual experiences. Caring only of protecting the innocent, I used actually first names to reveal the guilty. For those of you who may be offended by reading such a graphic, incestuously erotic s...
This piece is a tribute to PacullaAnnia's brilliant parody story, "The Perfect Loving Wives Tale." To borrow PA's words verbatim, this story "...is in response to the true comments of certain critics here on Literotica, as well as being based on the high ratings certain stories get in this category, but any resemblance to real people, alive or dead, is pure...
I must admit from the beginning that alcohol fuels most of the dumb ideas I get involved in. Why, after a few drinks, do I either come up with ideas that under sober circumstances I'd never do, or if one of my equally inebriated buddies comes up with a harebrained scheme would I ever go along with? Like most men, after a few beers, placing a bet on the outc...