This story was inspired by the excellent story series "Female Sexual Response" by Kianareeves. Although you do not need to read those stories for this one, I would still recommend it as they are really good. * Kristi raised an eyebrow as she read the email. An internship for the summer, getting paid helping a company do research? With the economy still st...
Hello, there. My name is Christine Pierre and I am a freaky chick from the hood. I stand five feet ten inches tall, thick and jet-black, with large breasts, wide hips and a big, plump ass. I absolutely love sex and I take it any way I can get it. Some females got sexual limits. I don't. I'm into everything. For as long as I can remember, I've been cool like...
In a beautiful room of the Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles, International Women's Tennis Champion Serena Williams lay on top of Hollywood actress Lisa-Ray McCoy. Looking into her beloved's eyes, Serena grinned. It wasn't that long ago that they met for the second time. The Down Low Sisterhood of Hollywood, which Serena Williams secretly rules, had recently recru...
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...
There are critics of Madonna who say that she shocks for the sake of shock, that she has little substance other than a good sense of fashion. There are some critics who lay blame on her for Britney and Christina, and a fashion that pushes raunchiness rather than classiness. Those critics who level that blow are forgetting one of Madonna's biggest and importa...
I sit at my desk, looking at the clock and wondering what today will bring. Probably the same as yesterday or the day before. Aggravation, surely, deception, possibly, excitement, rarely. Proof to be told, here comes female co-worker1. She takes aim at my desk, lowers her head and huffingly charges my way. A smile creeps up to my stoic face. A vision com...
Ch.1 : A Priestess In Shanla Part 5 : Carel's Activities "Hey, Danella," a young voice called out. She turned to see who it was. "Hello, Carel," she greeted her as she recognised her in the dark. Carel was a friend of hers. Her bed lay close to Danella's in the dorm and they were close. Carel was very young, still only nineteen, and when she had become a...
I've been pondering the subject of the beta male for almost two decades. The reason? Because I am a beta male. There wasn't really a way to classify it in my mind previously, who or what I was. Thankfully, age and experience - and many years of Literotica membership - have allowed me to identify what I am. The intended audience of this essay is for other bet...
This is but the introductory background to the story of my erotic liberation. Necessary reading to appreciate the erotica in the serial parts that will follow. Dr. Jen. ***** I confess to never thinking I would write for Literotica.com. As much as I have enjoyed some of the more realistic stories over the years, it was not until this Covid-19 crisis that...
News Release: Spanish Fly Virus © 2020, West-Coast Governor's Back-Patting Association, USA History: During the mid-1950s to mid-1960s, a rumor circulated in many US high schools concerning a 'homeopathic' treatment (as these sorts of things are referred to by people who don't like the pharmaceutical industry) of which a single drop (containing terpenoid...