Okay, so either: A) You want to read a particular kind of story, but chyoo doesn't have it and you have no confidence as a writer, or... B) You are a writer suffering from a block and need an idea to help get yourself out of your funk? Here's where you can make suggestions for an idea for others to write, or browse for the kinds of ideas you can get behind w...
It's a curious thing, gay literature. It has, over the years, been the most difficult of books for me to read. Gore Vidal, Tennessee Williams, even Gordon Merrick (remember him?) and scores of other gay or bi writers seem defeated before they started. Excellent as Vidal and Williams and John Rechy can be, there is this terrible undercurrent or not so undercu...
**DISCLAIMERS** 1) The following story involves male sex and homo erotic themes and scenes between consenting male adults. If this offends you or will cause you mental damage, stop reading here. 2) Compliments and constructive criticism is always welcome, flames will be ignored. 3) Dates and time are liquid in this story, focusing around the career of Ant...
I am conducting a series of interviews with authors on Literotica. This is the eighth in the series, with the author Ann Douglas. I've been reading Ann's work for literally decades, back to the days when she was posting stories on the alt.sex.stories Usenet group, but she has recently returned to Literotica and has been posting her stories here. I've been a...
How to write an erotic story? I write fiction. I write erotica. I write erotic fiction. Now locked in that particular genre for the past five years, that's all that I write. So, being that this is a how to story, specifically how do you write an erotic story, shall we begin? Honestly, I don't have a clue how to write an erotic story, I just do without thin...
I parked the car without thinking really. " Just pick a spot and squeeze in!" my mind screamed at me. I was tired from a restless morning of creative thinking and was looking for an outlet. I walked between cars and stepped over lines and cracks like a juvenile. The red framed glass of Chapters spelled relief and coffee. Tucked inside the corner of the book...
Stop me if you've heard this line before. Let me tell you the story of how I died. It’s going to sound like a work of fiction when you hear it. Funny thing about fiction though, there's always a bit of truth hidden between the lines. I didn't understand that, until I ran afoul of something that changed my own concept of reality and turned it on its head. Gu...
"Goodmorning, master Goodman. The time is 0730. Weather today is fair as usual. In regional ne-" speaks my alarm's voice before being cut off with the mute button. I rouse myself out of bed, the lights slowly increasing in brightness as to not be harsh on my slowly adjusting eyes. I manage to find the glass of water on the night stand, finishing of...
You wake up to the sound of your buzzing alarm clock. After missing the mark a few times you eventually manage to hit the snooze button. Pulling your blankets tighter around yourself you let out a big yawn and try to fall back asleep but, before you can you hear the doorbell ring. You try to ignore it but they just keep ringing over and over again. Pulling y...
Alissa moans softly as she slides her puffy lips up and down my stiff member. With minimal required effort on her part, she's taking me from the swollen tip all the way down to the girthy shaft as she idly plays with her clit inside of her yoga pants. She's bent over, giving me a great view of her C-cup cleavage and ample ass sticking up in the air behind he...