Kevin smiled as he dropped his backpack in the front entrance of his home on a Friday afternoon after school. With his parents gone to the cabin for the weekend he had the house to himself for roughly the next two days. This meant that he could do whatever he wanted, whether it was having friends over, walking around naked at all hours of the day, or even wa...
The name is Damon LeVoleur. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in Atlanta. A charmer, seducer and natural genius. A first-rate adventurer and a cheerful sort of functional psychopath. Oh, and I'm forthrightly bisexual. I hope that doesn't bother me. If it does, I don't care. A long time ago, I decided that having fun with no strings attached was...
"Stop now! Oh, please. Enough. Enough! I've had enough." It was Louanne's third orgasm in 20 minutes. Moments ago she had been moaning just the opposite, panting and thrusting her hips to meet my tongue, pulling my face into her as I knelt before her with her skirt pulled up around her waist. She was laying on her back on her desk in her 5th grade classroom...
"Fuck Marshall!" Lily screamed as Marshall used every inch he had to fill her up. Lily had woken up to Marshall in her once again, a wake up she never got sick of. Marshall pumped his load into Lily, and he made sure there were no drops left. Marshall got up to go to the bathroom while Lily laid motionless and smiling on the bed. Lily was living a great...
I'm a Pro writer, wrote the novel 'Pack,' among others. First love always porn. The comments people leave on these stories always help me. Good or bad, tell me what you think. BTW, a good writer has a thick skin, takes bad comments and sees if there is any truth. A bad writer gets upset. Have a great day! ***** My name is Susie Sogit. I'm sure you see the...
Author's note: This is a fictional story that includes sexual themes. The sexual descriptions in this story take place between adult characters aged 18 or older. ***** For three and a half years I've been the school slut. Or at least, that's what you'd hear if you asked around. Every school has their "mean girls" clique and mine was Vicky, Leslie, and Mira...
**Everyone in this story is over the age of 18** I walk up the steps of the two story library, the back of my school girl skirt flipping up with each step. We agreed to meet here, our perverted minds needing satisfaction. I walk in and scan the area, seeing where you are at. I check my phone and see that you tell me to go upstairs, to the archive section as...
There is a certain rhythm in life. Everyone and everything has their place in the grand scheme of things. My place simply happens to be on top. Always. That's just the way of things. My name is Stephen Crawford. A six-foot-four, lean and wiry, brown-skinned and gray-eyed, thirty-something Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. That's what I l...
Since, I have been writing on Literotica, now, for five months, I am taking this moment to review my Literotica experience and in reviewing my experience, I have some questions and have written this essay in the hopes that those who write and/or who read the erotic stories posted here can help me with answers. Numbered below, I have written several questions...
Brie was a beautiful young girl, but here in a dark basement with a gag in her mouth, clamps on her nipples, a hook in her ass, and analgesic cream burning her bald pussy she didn't feel very pretty. Claire, her mistress, had left her here for an hour as punishment for pushing her in front of Brie's friends. She bound her in this fashion and set it up so th...