This story was inspired by a short story in The New Yorker called Experience. I loved it and wanted to reimagine a similar story had it been written for Literotica. In the process of transformation, the story really became a very different tale. I hope you all enjoy it and please read the original if you want to read a true professional short story author. I...
I met Louise in my freshman year of college. She was the prettiest girl I had ever met, but she was special in another way. Unlike some pretty girls, who were stuck up, so to speak, Louise was charming and sweet. We dated for three months, but sexually I never got anywhere with her. We enjoyed some kissing and a little petting, but Louise was not really in...
Alice pulled the car into the empty gym parking lot. At a little before midnight on a Sunday night most of the other bays were empty by now. She adjusted her ponytail in the mirror and checked her face. Her hair still didn't look quite right but she'd been adjusting it the whole way down and there was just nothing for it now. She looked down and wriggled aro...
Milan gave a sad sigh, tapping the tuning fork against the side of the boat. He twisted the knobs, adjusting his lute's tune, and idly plucked at a few strings. "What's the matter?" The fisherman glanced down at his one companion out in the bay—a red-haired mermaid with a shimmering silver tail. She clung to the side of the boat, as she had been doing for...
As I laid on my bed I was listening intently for the sounds coming from the front the house, my heart was pounding. I heard a car drive to the front of the house, and moments later mom shouting something unintelligible and the wheels of her luggage being drawn across the tiled floor, her high heels clacking hurriedly across the hall. I had checked her flight...
Over the cracked lands of the expansive shimmer, Tarquin rode atop his raptor mount. The dinosaur's prints were stamped neatly into the brown, dead soil as the pair rode toward some direction, and both looked straight ahead through the mist of roiling steam rising up from the ground. They called it the shimmer because of the steam: few chose to traverse the...
I spent the day outside, listening to the birds chirp and reading various erotic stories. I would like to say that I had been basking in the sun but had I done that, I would have burned to a crisp. I have dishwater blonde hair, pea soup green eyes and that pale kind of skin that just burns, then peels. But I did take little moments here and there to let the...
Last time I wrote about me erotic experiences, I mentioned my upcoming trip to Boston and its great university, Harvard. Well, I'm here in my Airbnb apartment just vibrating with excitement about the erotic adventures I'll be having later. Tonight, I'm going to a bar called the 'Pig and Blue Bull' close to the campus. Their website picture showed a young col...
Author's note: This story continues directly from Parts 1-6. While not required, Pts 1-6 are strongly recommended first, to follow the story, get to know the characters, and understand what's really happening in this chapter. This one is a little different from previous parts, but integral to the overall story series. Do enjoy, rate the story on the final pa...
It was about a month or so after I moved into a new house from out of state. The day was bright and sunny. I was out wearing my usual grubby clothes working on things around the yard and house. Thankfully I had good neighbors. The older retired couple right next door was super nice. She knew just about everyone in the area. They were one of the first hom...