A few summers ago, I discovered some of the more erotic nature of conversations that could develop over some chat rooms. The conversations seemed to turn rapidly to sex, fantasies, what we'd like to do and, well, I'm sure you all have "been there....done that". I started chatting with a woman on a local chat room here. She was about my age (I'm now 47, but...
Written & edited by Amnoartist ====================================== Note: Beneath Her Flesh is a dark horror-themed series with a focus on story and characterisation. Eroticism will likely play a part where appropriate for the plot's benefit and advancement or delving deeper into the characters themselves. There will be no sex just for the sake of it bei...
*Note: For those of you unfamiliar with Gorean culture - a kajirus is the male equivalent of a kajira -- basically a male slave. However, where this differs from conventional D/s is in the role of the kajirus. In Gorean culture all men are dominant, all the time. And though it is disgraceful and uncommon for a man to be enslaved it still happens. But this do...
This is a seven-chapter novella, one of a series of gay male CIA Candy Store unit—using sex in spying—espionage and intrigue novellas, which will post in seven chapters to Literotica with a completion date two weeks after the posting of chapter 1 This series includes MFM, MF, MM, and MMM couplings. "The Rawal wishes to know if you play tennis." "Certainly...
My name is Kathy. My friends call me Kid. That's because I'm shorter than average (5'0") and I have been told I have a cute little kid face. But I've also been told I have a great body and that I'm a wonderful fuck. I'm 21 years old and I'm a lesbian. Or at least I thought I was. Let me explain.... Four months ago I moved in with a male friend of mine named...
It was pitch black down here in the basement. No windows available that would let in the street light, the door leading to the stairs was sealed tight and probably would not have let in light even if the stairs were lit, which they weren't. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, and in that darkness, there were four other people. After dinner we had mo...
First encounter This is what I would call a "creative non-fiction" story about the relationship between myself and the female in the story. Most of our interactions in the story are accounts of real-life encounters, though some (the most explicit) are fantasies I have maintained of Bonnie since college. Her name is real, though mine has been altered. This...
Egypt, 7000 B.C. The sun rose over the land of Egypt. The tribe was moving along the banks of the Nile. They were looking for food. Five hundred men, women and children marching under the scorching african sun. They walked around. It was a real hot day, even for this part of the world. The sun shone really bright and all. This nomadic tribe was known as t...
The church bell tolls again. I have nothing better to do than to count, so I do. One... two... three. It's summer and the sun is still high in the sky when I look out of the window. In the piazza across the river, the old men have gathered again around the giant chess board etched into the ground. They are bickering over a knight that rises to half their he...
One or two of the women gasped but there was mostly appreciative laughter as they entered the room. "WELLLL NOW..." exclaimed Andrea with her thin eyebrows cocked, "Haha, oh my god..." Rebecca managed, as one of the more shocked onlookers "As you all know, when I want to try something, I do it," Madame explained, very matter-of-factly. A large couch gave...