This is a true story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy telling it. The minute I saw him, I knew I had to have him. He was gorgeous, dripping with sex appeal. Maybe he had a girlfriend, maybe he was gay, maybe he was saving his virginity for marriage, I didn't care. I wanted him, and I was going to have him. It was the first day of the fall s...
"Cheese!" "Cheese!" "Yogurt!" "What?" "What? I thought we were supposed to smile and then name our favorite dairy product?" "Rolls eyes, Robert. Let me see the picture." "Did you just actually say 'rolls eyes?' How lame!" "Where are we again?" "Knoxville. You said we should stop here." "Well, I was wrong. How long till Memphis?" "'Bout five hours....
She looked at herself in the dressing table mirror and wondered why she was wasting her time with putting on makeup when it didn't matter. A short skirt, a low cut blouse and high heels was all it was going to take. She could have a bag over her head and it wouldn't matter one little bit; she knew she would be hit on before the waitress even got there to tak...
I am a very stupid drunk. I want to make that abundantly clear before proceeding. And now that we have you should also know I am a very horny individual. For the purpose of this story I'll refer to myself as Tommy and at the time I was 20. Now that everything is clear, let's move on to why you're here. It was the winter of '09 and I was working at a nearby...
Usher's newest album is pure sex. I'm listening to "That's what it's made for" and the brief spoken interlude that sounds like a clip from a porn script, complete with breathy intonations that I know so well, has gotten me turned on. I've been in rare form this week; every single night, I've found myself browsing this or that story on Literotica (yes, I've b...
Amy lived a typical existence at work. She would get to work and have her coffee and bury her head in her work until 1 or 2 and take a late lunch so she could read her book. The rest of the day would be spent working sporadically and catching up on her personal e-mails until it was time to go home. It was your typical entry-level position. Amy knew that she...
A few decades ago I spent the summer after my second year of college working in Hartford. It was a mundane computer programming job at one of the large insurance companies – not very challenging, but it allowed me to focus on what is important to most every 20-year-old male: getting laid and getting drunk - and in that order, at least for me. When I got to...
My lady and I were in the clothing optional section of the resort; we were in the hot tub, we were nude. We were amazed we had the bravery to be there, our room was not in nude section but the hot tub in our section was full of drunks. We had seen the nude area hot tub a few of times since it was close to the gym and it had always been empty. We we did not e...
As a professor in a small New England college, I have been asked occasionally to be a chaperon to some event or other. The ones I liked best were trips to other areas or better still—trips out of the country. For many years, it had been a practice of the French department, the Spanish department, and the Italian department to offer students a trip to the co...
In her whole life, Melanie had never lived with a roommate. So when her friend Peter needed a change of scenery and moved into her guest room she knew things in her life would have to change -- no more walking around the house naked at 3AM, no more porn on the living room television, and no more loud masturbatory sessions. Not that she minded all that much....