I know what men want. I always have. It's what I do. I understand and am fluent in those most subtle signals, and fleeting moments between men and women. Body language. Tone of voice. Movement of the eyes. Little pieces of an intricate puzzle that all add up to what you want, and what you will do to get it. I hear women complaining about men- their domina...
I am conducting a series of interviews with authors on Literotica. This is the fifth in the series, with the author Goldeniangel . I have reached out to a variety of authors, some of who have been on the site for a while, others who are newer, but all write stories that I admire. I hope you enjoy the series; please feel free to send me your feedback, includi...
With the abrupt departure of the dragon lady from my life, I entered a sexual desert. Mrs. Nguyen was an older woman but she undeniably had some talent. I was always bothered by her "businesslike" approach, however. I wanted to get involved with a Vietnamese woman but develop something deeper than a business arrangement. I wanted a relationship at all levels...
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Chapter 6: Prayer Club ———— Unsurprisingly on Friday morning I'm not functional. I'm tired and exhausted from my emotional outburst and my mood is at an all time low. It must be a miracle but I manage to drag myself out of the house and to school. Home doesn't feel safe right now and I don't trust myself to be there. Besides, I don't want Kate to be su...
I was in 12th grade. Like high school goes, I dated a wrestler for a whole two weeks before he dumped me to get back together with his girlfriend. I guess you could say we stayed friends. My father was a high-profile father and most boys were scared of him when I was going to school, so not a lot of boys talked to me much. I was 5'1", 115, auburn hair, green...
He was out late, cruising. His mind would not be still. Earlier that day, he the chance to interact with a woman that had left an impression on him. He had run into her at a bookshop and they had started talking by chance, when he mocked a book she was looking at the book in question, was the latest thing in semi erotic literature and had taken the world by...
Brother Samuel Xavier here. The big and tall, openly bisexual Black male author who has resided in the West Side of Brockton, Massachusetts for years. I feel quite sad while writing this because I will soon leave this community I've grown to care about. Simply put, life doesn't stand still. You either move with it or you're dead. My father, the charming soci...
Frankenstein, What a strange choice of literature she picked, yet amazingly accurate. He thought to himself. He saw himself as a monster, but he doubted that she, or anyone else for that matter, noticed that side of him as he kept it hidden from the world. Even Mars had only seen it a few times in his seventy years of service. He watched her silently for a...
There is most certainly a relationship between power and eroticism in our society. And I think we all play our part in this continuity. How else do you explain some of the disturbingly erotic yet politically incorrect situations I keep getting into? My name is Monique Mont Coeur. I am a French Canadian woman born and raised in the City of Montreal, Province...