It's the moment everyone looks forward to in their lives, turning 18 years old, and John couldn't be happier that the day was finally here. He would be going off to college later in the year and with it, hopefully some freedom. For most of his life, John's parents have been overprotective. Which is why John's social life in high school took a beating. Whene...
Let me start off by saying that I'm not real positive about anything anymore, but I think that it is only fair that I try to explain what happened, and what seems to be happening now. If that statement doesn't make sense, hang in there, because I'll try to explain. It was about two years ago now and I was sixty-seven years old. I was playing racquetball at...
I would like to thank Bad_Hobbit for his help with editing this essay. Cyber-sex strikes me as something of a misnomer. Sex - or at least the way I understand it, as an activity as opposed to a definition of gender - is the meeting of genitals with genitals, or genitals with other bodily parts for the purpose of procreation or mutual erotic pleasure of two,...
A Note to the reader: Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfor¬tunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age. All of the ma...
David's wife Penny was perhaps a dozen feet ahead of him when he noticed she faltered and slowed. It was exactly at the wrong time, too, an extremely steep hill loomed not far ahead, the idea was to hit the bottom at maximum speed because by the top both of them would be severely laboring. The bike race wound down the bay road, all nice and flat for a doze...
(The first half is a condensed history) My first experiences with a real vibrator were through a married couple in the late 80s. The husband owned a nice selection of 70s and early 80s Penthouses, some more contemporary mags like Leg Show, and a selection of VHS cassettes. Both of them knew that I enjoyed their collection, starting to make suggestions over...
This is my second story for Literotica. I would greatly welcome comments, suggestions, or just encouragement from any of you out there. Hope you enjoy this one. * I still hate my alarm clock. I still hate being woken up suddenly. I much prefer waking up slowly, enjoying that time between waking and sleeping; where dreams and reality mix. That morning, as...
Love knows no boundaries of race, class or sex. Size should be no obstacle either. Where would so many of us be if it did? Not happy, that's for damn sure. The following tale is a love story. An actual love story taking place in the twenty first century. It involves two people who love each other very much, overcame many odds and in the end, made their relat...
I had popped into a cafe for a cup of tea to while away the time as I was awaiting the camp bus. It had been a fruitless night, the women had not fell for my ruthless charms, not as they ever did. My mates were forever telling me I would dip out in a Soho Brothel. 'This someone's seat?' 'No, Mate. Help yourself!' 'Obviously you didn't click with a lady-f...
Note to reader: Saffiya Daoud is 28-year old French-Moroccan psychologist and sexologist. A graduate of Sorbonne, she is third-generation descendent Moroccan immigrants. A slender, olive-skinned raven beauty, she is a head turner. A sexually liberal woman, who has a difficult relationship with her family, due to her left-wing views and choice in lifestyle. N...