Judy and I had become casual guests of a swingers club in a fairly exclusive area on the outskirts of the city. On an occasional Friday or Saturday night, we would head to the Fantasy Exchange where we would co-mingle with a dozen or so other couples to either be spectators or, on some occasions, active participants. Most of the couples at the Fantasy Excha...
It was an amazing Christmas vacation this past year, thanks to Aunt Carla. She's my not really my aunt, but my mother's best friend. I've called her that since I was a kid. Carla is a literary agent who often visits New York, to see publishers there. I drove to my hometown of Boston, from New York. It had been a grueling semester at NYU. On top of that, I...
Certain times in your life, things happen that you won't forget. No matter how badly you try, that event has lodged itself into your mind. It's fangs have sunk themselves into you and won't let go. For some, it's their most embarassing moment. For others, their first love. And for others, it's their biggest regret. Mine is Adam. I always remember Adam. Nov...
It was already getting dark as I arrived at the large painted wooden doors of the old creepy house. The creepiness didn't bother me at all, it was the only place I'd saw for miles after I had to ditch my car, all the while ignoring that nagging voice of hindsight that kept telling me I should've checked the spare tyre. If anything I felt more relieved than a...
After writing two long, multi-chapter stories on Literotica over the past couple of years, I wanted a break. I generally like reading -- and writing -- long, smouldering, slow-building stories where the erotica is in the journey two characters take to bed, not in what happens when they get there. Since I wanted to do something different from what I had been...
The Festival at Night As the winners of the straw game had turned out to be Dinah and Kity they weren't exactly the type to wait quietly for the evening. Which somehow led to them teasing Zalen by spending their time nearby and randomly suggesting places and positions while he was busy making travel plans with Leilah. "So we will be travelling through the...
"Whirlpool Whoopee" My nipples stiffen in the cold morning air. I dart down snowy steps leading from my condo to the complex's communal pool. The threadbare towel I clutch around my curves does little to abate piercing wind. With frozen fingers I unlock the gate, shed the cover-up, and submerge my body in the hot tub with a satiated sigh. "Nothing quite li...
Good afternoon and welcome to the museum. Have you come far? You look tired. Come in and rest awhile and let me tell you about the museum. You have long hair. These are the boxes and the envelopes. The stamps are over there . . . no . . . over there in the top right drawer of the dark-stained Edwardian desk. In those I meant to wrap, bale, box and ship th...
This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chr...
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