(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...
This story is a spin-off from the "Neighbors sissy son" series. Though it stands alone, it will eventually cross over with NSS. SPOILER This series falls in the transsexual crossdresser category for the first story. There will be very little in the way of men participating in gay sex. This series will sometimes revisit this subject. After that it will be ba...
Sex Stories on the Internet: The First Twenty or so Years H. Jekyll February 2, 2008 One might wonder how sex stories grew so quickly on the Internet. Not sex, per se, pictures or videos of amazing acts, but stories, which take enormous time to write and edit, and time to read. And that pay so poorly -- for the most part not at all. Free sex stories have...
You've most likely heard about climate change and the problems it will cause for the globe. You will also have heard about the possible solutions to climate change which include things like solar cells, wind turbines, electric cars and so on. However, you are highly unlikely to have heard how sexual freedom and gender equality could be a solution to climate...
You are walking towards the food court of a local shopping mall. You have a bag from a department store, filled with some new clothes that you picked out for the summer. You decided to go alone this time, even though you and your friends won’t be seeing each other as often after graduation. You tag some of them in a pic of your haul that you post on social m...
An abrasive train whistle cuts through your gentle sleep. As you groggily open your eyes, you see the familiar antique decor of your private train compartment. The bench across from you is empty. You sigh: it's been a while since you've had any kind of company, human or otherwise. Hopefully, those administrative privileges and the sexual endurance pill the p...
Walking to the bar, I knew what I had to do, but I also knew that my resolve was weak. It had been nearly six months since I had met the woman who would become my mistress in a bar in Wrigleyville. I had known the bartender there for years and she introduced me to Samantha at my request, after warning me that it was a bad idea. I had been looking for a lit...
Some of this is true, though a bunch of facts have been changed to avoid revealing too much to our family and friends. It took place within the past 7 years, though the effects continue through today. After working as an executive in the corporate world for 25 years, I was ready to do something with a much lower stress level. I had accumulated several hundr...
Dear Literotica Readers: Some random thoughts, in no particular order, about my story that don't seem to fit into my narrative but should help you know me better, which should help you understand the themes of my transition stories... Thank you to all of the people that have left me positive comments. I haven't been writing the stories for public approval;...
One life to live, ladies and gentlemen. That's basically all we've got. My name is Sagal Jawari and I'm a young black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I study criminal justice at the University of Toronto, and these days, life is too hectic for words. It's not easy being a brown-skinned female and a Muslim in Canada. Eve...