What if, instead of candy, we passed out something else, something we all could use. For those of you who thought that I was proposing marriage by writing this Halloween Proposal, I'm not. I'm proposing a change in how we celebrate Halloween and trick or treat for that matter in general. What I am proposing is that it's time for a change in what we pass out...
Andrea Dworkin has long opposed pornography. She has also rejected erotica. This essay is a refutation of Dworkin's position. Allow me to begin with a quote from a SilkyOne Literotica story, "Silky 09.' Someone tells Silky (the eponymous heroine of the Silky Series) that she is Gorgeous. She reacts: "Gorgeous! Really? You think I'm gorgeous? Why? Do I have...
Eva 56 -- Wave after wave Eva stumbled in the incredibly high-heeled boots as she grabbed the door to the living room to keep from falling. "Whoa," she said to herself as she wiggled and wobbled toward the living room. She smiled at the memories of her wonderful weekend with Sir Dan at the Backroom. He had used her cunt in every way imaginable and she fel...
LXSinners, Poor and WretchedKaren2064 This wasn't Karen's first time, but she wasn't sure the same could be said for Olga. The young woman seemed rather nervous however obviously she was someone whose sexual experiences already extended well beyond the vanilla. Karen also had doubts about the nature of Olga's relationship with Oscar. Karen and Kevin had bee...
IXThe Good SeedGabrielle2039 Farming is a business like any other. It may also be a vocation, a life-style choice or even one of the few remaining outdoor occupations, but the one thing Gabrielle knew for sure was that farming is a business. Although she had sympathies with the principles of organic farming and rather distrusted Genetic Modification, what...
Anne drained her cup and glanced around Wendy's sitting room. It wasn't unusual for her to have coffee and cake with Wendy on a Thursday morning, but this was no ordinary Thursday. It was Maundy Thursday and this year the Queen was coming to distribute the Royal Maundy to local deserving senior citizens at Woodchester Cathedral. Although Wendy wasn't a recip...
Summer 1944, I was a skinny, rootless eighteen-year-old just out of high school. The world was at war, and I was waiting to be drafted. I'd never been laid, and there weren't many guys my age who had, though we thought about it plenty. We lived a ways out of town in a house at the end of a long driveway that wound through some woods. There weren't many hou...
John was an awesome boyfriend. He wasn't very handsome and he was thin but his arms were slender and muscular: I liked when he wrapped them around me and held me; it reminded me of my childhood dream of wanting to be held by Peter Pan. When we played Frisbee or lay in the grass together, he would hug me and rest one of his arms under my head, stroking my hai...
Chapter 6: Friday Fun One of the great things about Fridays is finishing school at lunchtime. Me being me, this gives me a whole afternoon and evening to get up to mischief. On this particular Friday, the fun started with Scot. Scot was 19 and a student at one of the Universities in Edinburgh. He is also someone I met through the adult contact site I'm a...
"Hey Nora, how are you?" "I am good Brian, thank you. Haven't seen you in so long." "I know! Oh hey, here you go... these are the papers for Nick." "Thank you, you wanna come in?" "Nah, I really should get home soon." "Come in, you just drove, what? An hour and a half? That's crazy. Come in! Nick will be home soon." "Actually I do have to use the bathr...