Copyright Oggbashan November 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * I was surprised to get a phone call from Jill. I had...
After all the experience and sex, the words and the way everything is said may or may not be entirely accurate because I can't remember it well. But still, who can? Right? It all started one evening, my own fault naturally, I was with a friend, male of course, in a restaurant and one of his friend showed up. "Hi, Mike", Mike is my good friend, actually he'...
Many of you liked 'Apartment Ch. 01' and I thought you might like to know how I met the sexy, erotic, exhibitionist woman who was to become my wife. She's much more experienced than me and is now writing a story about her sexual encounters as a young woman in Madrid. I hope she finishes them soon, as they certainly turn me on. I know that many people would...
Note: I had been considering writing multiple different endings for my "What to do now" story, even though in my opinion it could stand alone as a thought provoking little piece of erotic fiction. It seems that the only thoughts it provoked in the general literotica members was anger somehow, so I don't know what I will do now, aside from this one ending tha...
Trans-genderism: Cross-dressing I never considered writing a story about cross-dressing until I was confronted with it. I just recently found out that a friend of mine who I have known for several years is a cross-dresser. He's a good guy, a family man, is married with kids, and, by all accounts, appears normal. Whatever that means? Yet, what is normal? Am...
The rattling of the planes wings snapped Tony out of his light sleep. Still dark. He glanced out the window but everything was pitch black. No doubt they were still over water and would be for quite some time. Again the plane shook, causing him to grip the arm rests tightly. It felt that although he was flying in a 767, it was pieced together with chewing gu...
Hello Sweetie The trip is great so far and today it became even better... in a really weird way. I love email and the ability to write this stuff to you instantly, without anyone seeing it. I am writing today's events in detail because it was such a wild experience I just had to write it word for word so You can appreciate it all. Japan is incredibly busy...
It was to be a drive in the country. Nothing more. Little did I know what lay ahead along the back roads of Maine. It was a perfect day to take the MG out for a spin. It had sat in the garage all winter long, up on blocks looking so sad, its British Racing Green paint looked so blue as it waited for the warm days and hot nights of summer. At last it was time...
I sit in the little indie bookstore coffee shop, at the table I usually grab if nobody has beaten me to it. There's a chill in the air, so I wear a man's light blue cardigan over a long-skirted, summery dress. (This is the south, I rationalize, even as my teeth chatter.) I'm reading Belinda for like the billionth time, and for the billionth time I feel my pu...
Keep in mind that this is not true in any way it is just a fantasy. If you enjoy the story leave some feed back, and please spread it around if you liked it. Everyone in this story is 18 or older, she is a college teacher not highschool. The day was September 27th 2012, our English teacher Mrs. Wagner was heart broken and had stayed home that day. Rumor h...