Author's Note: This story is the book I currently consider my masterwork. It has been under construction for a handful of years and is the strongest representation of my truest style: Gothic, historical, chock-full of allusions, and deeply, deeply Feminist. If you've been following my other current work in progress here at Literotica, you will see some simi...
I found a place to read all the erotica I've ever wanted, but I'm about ten years later than I would have preferred. Authors from the internet have posted hundreds and thousands of stories before I've had the opportunity to read them, and now I'm stuck doing what I'm worst at doing. I'm stuck sorting and separating them into stories that I want to read and t...
I placed the jardinière beside the window seat, as she instructed. 'Thank you,' she said. 'Thank you very much. There's no way I could have got that home from the store on my own. Now ... I must get you some refreshment.' 'Thanks,' I said, 'but I really should be getting back. We're a bit short staffed today.' 'Nonsense,' she said. 'We'll have some tea. Y...
I confess to getting as excited, well almost, when the titans of punctuation lock horns on lit. as with the steamy stories - hey guys, you can dangle your participles in front of my eyes any time you like; fancy a conjunction? - and would love to see even more wise pieces on grammar and punctuation: 'Should it be Tess' or Tess's pussy? Discuss.' But really,...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...
Hard-to-find porn: A Discovery of Rare Old Porno Which Was Then Lost I have a taste for the classics and for rarities. I frequent rummage sales and antique stores to look for valuable and beautiful artsy stuff as well as rare works of adventure fiction. I have found very cool stuff, including old 1960's and 1970's paperback novels and pulp fiction like the...
My family came from Westfordshire City. When I was a boy, saying that was a good way to get accused of trolling for sympathy. The post-industrial, postwar economy had been particularly unkind to the city nestled between the hills, and for a few decades its once-beautiful downtown was a wasteland of empty storefronts and abandoned buildings. Nowadays, of c...
They must have named this site "Literotica" for a reason. If a piece of writing can be read literally, it is not literature. (Pure fiction. Never knew anyone who resembled these characters. All descriptions of events and scenes are derived from common knowledge with no intent to identify or specify.) ABSURDITY PERSONIFIED! How it happened... As I pour...
Main Cast Mike, 35 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Anne's husband. Anne, 34 years old, 5' 4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Mike's wife. From the last chapter Anne turned to me and looked at me. She could hear the doubt and see it in my face. She came over and stood directly in front of me, staring up at me. "I love you and always w...
The stewardess was blonde, skinny and bored, and so was Huysmans. (Well, the last one anyway.) "Please put up your tray tables in preparation for landing in Snerdsk, capitol of great nation of Schmertzylvania," she droned. Then she turned her face toward Huysmans with the crack of a secret policeman's baton during an interrogation. "Use of mustache wax not a...