What is the difference between a good story and a bad one? With so many different preferences and perversions percolating among the aficionados of this site, what one person enjoys another may detest. The best erotica is not the sex, but how the story of sex. Many works that would have been good stories have been sabotaged by poor grammar. On one hand gramm...
Edited by angelicsounds Though the characters were chosen and the date for the event set, Vicki felt anxious, unsettled. Her stomach was tense for reasons she didn't understand. All of the invited had RSVP'd quickly when he or she received the letter of invitation. But, there were still several days to go and Miss Vicki worried that something might not work...
Please give me the support of you vote. * A woman who opposes having anal sex, has a secret, anal sex agenda Other than in the realm of comedy, comedians, and comediennes, anal sex ain't no joke. To many, anal penetration is as series as vagina penetration. A serious matter, one that takes a lot of self-reflection prior anticipation for the woman to prope...
(c) 2009 Karen Kraft All Rights Reserved The twins, Jane and June, were close. Very close. They had been since birth, or more accurately, since conception. Neither had any secrets she kept from the other, and they shared everything. Jane and June were symmetric dicephalic parapagus conjoined twins. Two otherwise normal lives were being led with surprising e...
We had met online two weeks ago. It wasn't an obvious match, but she had swiped right and so I swiped back thinking what the hell. Her name was Cassie. She was a quiet and quirky academic. She could be a little awkward but it wasn't off-putting. Indeed, her awkwardness was like she was playing at it, creating a persona. But it was a persona I was learning...
"Hi, Mom!" Callie called out as she opened the apartment door. "I'm in the kitchen!" her mom called back. Callie closed the door and draped her coat over a chair, then went to the kitchen. "Smells good. What are we having?" "Spaghetti," Kathy replied, "but you're probably smelling the garlic bread. Could you take it out of the oven before it burns?" "Sur...
Chapter 5 - The Eizenspritzer Society Then it happened! I felt a bolt of lighting explode from my clitoris and shoot down my legs into my toes and up my spine and into my brain. My body shook as if I were being electrocuted. I heard the wail of my disembodied voice echo through the room and then . . . darkness. [Chapter 4.] The setting sun was dipping belo...
This is my first attempt at writing erotic literature; any feedback or comments are welcome. Our girls night out had been planned for ages, and something I was really looking forward to. Three friends and I were going to hit the town and party 'til dawn. It had taken me ages to get ready but I was pleased with the results, sexy and sophisticated but not tra...
At the sound of the doorbell, Celeste looked at her Metiers watch, smiled and rose from the poolside lounge chair. It wasn't often she had to answer the door herself, but her husband was, wherever his high priced job had taken him. Fucking whomever. And Rosalie had taken the children to school in the Bentley, and had a nice long list of things to pick up...
Howdy, folks. The name is Kurt Lob. I'm a tall, good-looking, thirty-something black man living in Virginia. I'm the Athletic Director of Mason College, a private four-year college located near a small town of the same name in Eastern Virginia. The school only has two thousand students. The student body was sixty percent female and forty percent male when I...