How are you friends, greetings to all of you from your favorite writer Sandeep with Song On My Lips. You all appreciated my previous story Atmadarshan from sex very much. The stories that came before that also got a lot of love and support from you all, for which I am grateful to all of you. You all know that I write mostly fictional stories. But this time I...
So I have always been obsessed with numbers. It is probably my obsessive-compulsive disorder but playing around with numbers has always been fun for me. This is my first year participating in the Literotica Survivor Contest and I want to share with everyone some easy suggestions for getting as many points as possible. I'm sure we could get into a discussion...
Henry felt lonely in the big city, no matter how many girls he looked at. Small girls, tall girls, it didn't matter anymore. He liked pretty much anything that came into view through his horn rimmed glasses. Although his penis would grow faster at the sight of a young girl, fresh in her college sweatshirt and tight jeans, eagerly reading a book, or typing aw...
Emily Dickinson is a big dyke. Have you ever read any of her poetry? If you haven't, do not take this opportunity to do so, such an enormous waste of time it would be. I know some people who love her, maybe I would too if I was living in her upstairs room being locked inside with her for nights, Wild nights—Wild nights!, of long passionate lesbian lovin', th...
Just a short story about an author beginning to write erotic stories. Thanks again to 'Omegazone' for editing my story. Not a lot of sex, but some humor. This story will be a dialog between a husband and his wife. H=Husband, W=Wife * H-As I was sitting at the computer in my office, I have a home office, my wife appeared at the door. W-What are you doing?...
Copyright ©, 2004: All text is the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. * * * * * * Writer's Note: You probably haven't noticed, but Canadagander has not contributed a new story for quite some time. I contracted that dread disease of writers known as 'THE BLOCK'. Try as I might, nothing was forthcoming from my mind that I considered witty or...
Author's note: sometimes a poem can tell a story in a way regular writing can't. Maybe it's the time, the meter or the thought. I'm not sure. But I thought that maybe others felt this way. Maybe others are turned on by sexy poetry. Even bad sexy poetry! I can't really write but my husband finds my poems incredibly sexy. I know he is just making me feel good...
I was a naughty student in an adult education class. I was not doing well in poetry class. Ms Kitty was the teacher and while she was only 18, she was a brilliant poet. The class had a high level of respect for Ms Kitty and listened intently to every word she said. Many of the students had become better poets as a result. I on the other hand struggled. I spe...
You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag? The larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll e...
Author's note: In case you're not familiar with Literotica, it may add to your enjoyment of this story to know that the lady whose image adorns the home page of this site is named Erica and her exploits can be found in the chain story, "Memoirs of a Lady". Every Lit Down in Lit-ville Liked Litmas a lot... But the Troll, Who lived outside of Lit-ville, Did...