The name is Justin Allemand. I am a tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton. When I am not on the Bridgewater State College campus, which I attend while studying criminal justice, I am pursuing that which I consider to be my ruling passion. I like to find big-booty ghetto bitches and fuck them. I also like to fuck...
The name is Kyle Jamal Francisco. My close friends and favorite family members call me K.J. I am the villain of this story. Who am I? In the eyes of the world, I am a tall, good-looking young black man currently living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. What is my profession? I'm a part-time Criminal Justice student at Bridgewater State College and a fu...
In 1982, Don needed a place to live, and was told by an acquaintance to see a certain woman who was looking for people to share a large studio space. He arrived at the address, a was met by Sheena, who showed him around and told him how much the rent was and such. Sheena looked very much like one of those Cosmo magazine cover models with a bad case of acne....
Normally I avoid blind dates with the same conviction a gay man avoids becoming a gynecologist. Why waste your time examining someone you didn't have an interest in to begin with? My friends, Brad and Kim, however, had spent weeks trying to convince me to go out with a friend of theirs and I finally relented if for no other reason than to shut them up. Besid...
There are quite a lot of articles on how authors can use editors, and how editors can help authors. They usually examine the proper use of language, the importance of continuity in a story, and some pitfalls that new writers of erotica (or any fiction, for that matter) need to avoid. I'm lucky in that I've used an editor for years who is not only a personal...
***Monday's Child is fair of face, Tuesday's Child is full of grace, Wednesday's Child is full of woe, Thursday's Child has far to go, Friday's Child is loving and giving, Saturday's Child works hard for a living but the Child born on the Sabbath Day is fair and wise and good and gay.*** I've always loved my job. Ever since I watched a documentary about ho...
This story is nothing at all like anything I have ever written, and contains no sex or smut at all. It is intended to be an inside story for other Literotica writers. Ebeneezer the Troll slunk along the back streets of the New Story Section of Literotica. He had a sack of one-bombs slung over his shoulder and when those ran out, there were plenty more avai...
All characters are 18+ *** I pride myself on being a pretty open guy. I try not to be sexist or racist or prejudiced unlike a lot of folks from home. So I know lots of people, including Betty. Betty is hot, she's also Bisexual and kinda like one of those pin up girls from the old posters with some muscle girl in there and the singer Pink. And we're usu...
When Caroline returned from her daily walk along the creek that ran behind their house, she stuck her head into her husband's office. "I've got a story," she told him with a grin. "Take a pill." This was their code for sex. Recently they had been enhancing their sex by reading or telling each other erotic stories. They were both in their sixties and had e...
This story is from the imagination of the writer. It is inspired by Return of the Jedi. One part of this tale involves me using Huttese. These translations are not my own creation. His highness, the great Jabba The Hutt, still has me as his personal slave boy. It has been seven days that I have had the pleasure of this. He has just finished ravishing my bo...