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Sex Stories on the Internet

by H. Jekyll on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Sex Stories on the Internet: The First Twenty or so Years H. Jekyll February 2, 2008 One might wonder how sex stories grew so quickly on the Internet. Not sex, per se, pictures or videos of amazing acts, but stories, which take enormous time to write and edit, and time to read. And that pay so poorly -- for the most part not at all. Free sex stories have...

W32.GIBE.B@MM: Sexist Male Chauvinist Ch. 01

by HungryGuy on Aug 30, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Foreword: I wrote some of my past stories by request of my fans. In a way, I could also say that this story was written by request. However, it would probably be more accurate to say that this story was provoked than requested. Part 1 of this story is true. Some militant feminist recently started sending me flame mail accusing me of hating women because I...

Literotica: Feedback and Conduct

by TwistedPlayr on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

***I hope that I do not offend any of the readers on Literotica who take the time to vote and leave feedback on the stories they read, be they named or anonymous.*** I have been writing for over ten years, and posting to Literotica for almost two. Before I posted my stories to Literotica, I posted them to ASSTR (Newsgroup erotica repository). Throughout all...

Hungry For Vixen

by HungryGuy on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

AUTHORS NOTES: This is essentially a true story of how Vixen and I hooked up for a few hours of casual sex after she asked me to run her personal ad on my ASSTR site. Some details have been made up or exaggerated for the sake of the story, some of the awkward and clumsy things have been deleted that occur when two people who just met for the first time have...

Topless Train Ride

by showife on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

This story may not be very revealing but it is absolutely true. It also doesn't contain any sex so if you're looking for slut wife, group sex, and those type of stories please don't even bother reading about this adventure. Recently my wife T and I decided to take an AMTRAK train ride since it had been many years since the last time we'd been on a train. We...

Kate Ch. 02

by adamgunn on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Kate and I caught our collective breath, calming ourselves after the great screw we'd just completed. I looked at her, admired the small and winsome breasts, noticed the seep of cum between her legs, the rosiness of her torso. Of course, my penis was a mess, for that was the source of the muck, and I imagine my skin was just as red with the passionate fricti...

Why I Give Head

by StressingAsian on Sep 13, 2017
Reviews & Essays

From a very early stage in my sexual development, I knew that when I got serious about boys I should be a fellatiator. (MS Word is angrily insisting that "fellatiator" is not a word, but if Colbert is allowed "truthiness" as his defining characteristic then I can take fellatiator as mine.) Between the ages of about sixteen and nineteen I tried to abandon thi...

Foggy Night in India

by shiprat on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Preface: When I discovered erotica on the internet over a decade ago, almost all the stories were written by Americans or Europeans. The few Indian stories were a mishmash of hurriedly described fantasies in bad grammar. The only exception was an author named Mary Jorsay Gandmar. The deliciously dirty Hindi pun in the name is indicative of her body of work -...

It Started on a Train

by Todd172 on Feb 25, 2019
Romance

I'd like to start off by saying this is entirely Jezz Az's fault. He noted that the bare minimum number of words that can be posted to Literotica is 750 words, so he asked "what can you do with exactly 750 words? Not one word more, not one word less?" It's a good question and a number of writers have decided to tackle it. This is decidedly outside my typical...

On the Road Ch. 01

by urbanslut on Sep 26, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Dave took his foot off the pedal and stepped on the brakes lightly, bringing the car to a a halt. We were now right in front of a small "paan" shack on the Bombay-Agra highway somewhere in Northern Maharashtra. It was 3 in the afternoon, and the sun was shining bright. Dave put the car in neutral and looked at me. "You know what I want." he said. I nodded...