I had gone to the lake for some time away. It was a beautiful lake, clear and bright, and the accommodations were more than adequate. It was a great place to get away and have some quiet time, maybe write a little bit. The quiet was good for my writing. Needing a break from writing, I decided to take a walk down by the lakeside. It was a lovely day, not too...
It is December Twenty-Sixth. The refrigerator is full, most of the dishes washed. The older children have dispersed to their lives of work and college. The new has not yet worn off the younger ones' toys. And I just finished a goal that I have been striving to do for four years. Not a bad way to end the year (a lot better than the rig-a-ma-roar that was made...
Dear diary, I went on my first date in close to six months. It was date arranged by a close friend, but not really a blind date. I had met him previously and from our brief meeting, I figured it was worth a try. The whole thing was talked about and set up on October 5th. My friend acted as a proxy and communicated between us to set a date. We finally agreed...
The Literotica Survivor challenge is a grueling year-long competition pitting writers against each other to see who can garner the most points by writing a lot of stories. This article is designed to show my fellow writers how to reduce the stress and effort it takes to win the challenge. There is nothing in the survivor rules that state you have to write...
Part One: Gina Gina sat at her computer staring at the new email message she had just received. Her girlfriend had sent a message to the man who wrote it thinking that the two of them would enjoy writing each other. You see Gina liked to write and read erotic email, so she joined an on line group to look for someone who shared this interest. While she had r...
Freddie (Frederich) von Ewald, who'd recently won an international competition for best erotic story, let it slip during a radio interview that he worked as a dress designer in a studio apartment above his mother's flower shop in Anaheim Street, Long Beach, California. Soon he'd received almost 200 letters from women pleading with him to help them spice up...
The events and characters of this story are figments of my imagination. Truly, I have no idea where I get this shit. I need help. Should someone see themselves as characters in this story, it's either a huge coincidence on my part or guilt and shame on your part. Yet, for those who are truly shameful and guilty, don't despair, oh miserable ones. God is savi...
I am conducting a series of interviews with authors on Literotica. This is the fourth in the series, my first with a male author, HeyAll . I have reached out to a variety of authors, some of who have been on the site for a while, others who are newer, but all write stories that I admire. I hope you enjoy the series, please feel free to send me your feedback,...
Emily Janson was devastated when she got the call that Jonathan, the man she was to marry in two weeks, was just killed in a motorcycle accident. Holding the phone to her ear, her breath leaving her, she stood still, unable to speak, unable to comprehend the words she heard. The call came from Jonathan's mother, who had just been called by the police. "Oh n...
Part 1 of 3: The Reaction Natalie's biggest fear was that someone would recognize her in these photos. But that problem was solved by the use of a thin mask. The mask was small and only covered her eyes and nose, which was good enough to maintain her anonymity. She struck different poses for the photographer. It was a classy shoot with a submissive tone. R...