My friend and I are both married, my wife and I are very close with he and his wife. As couples we have done a lot together, with very few secrets between us. We have skinny dipped a lot with them at their house, and have become very comfortable being naked around each other, even a little touching of each others spouse wouldn't even raise an eyebrow. We hav...
Author's Note: As a personal exercise, I am attempting to write one story in each of the Literotica categories. My intent is to be short, concise and focused, but still capture the essence of the category (as I see it, anyway). Feedback is welcomed! ---------- There was just something about the asshole that fascinated Stephen. For as long as he could remem...
It didn't matter to me that the other kids would laugh or call me names -- it is ok, I guess. Isn't that a part of high school? I was 18 and already 6 foot 8. The guys used to call me elephant, but that was shortened to eleph and now just elle. Again, I didn't mind so much, because it wasn't like I was fat. I was thin and gangly and I'd trip over my feet --...
It's strange. Just two weeks ago, I couldn't even get her to touch me. To say the passion my wife once had for sex had faded would be an understatement. She was a woman like no woman I have ever met. At least in the beginning. When we first got together, if I wanted my cock sucked, she bobbed at the chance. If I wanted my balls sniffed, a ball sniffer she...
I am a voracious reader, and having a local bookstore fifteen minutes outside of my home is well a curse; good curse, but a curse. As I was hunting around for something new to peruse, I found an author by the name of Poppy Z. Brite. She is a New Orleans native, and tends to write in the horror vein, however, many of her books are also very homo erotic, or j...
I confess it freely and deny it not--I am a quibbler, and I love to quibble. That's copy editing. I say I won't mess around with plot, character or continuity. Those are the provinces of the author. I do the mechanicals--spelling, grammar, syntax, sentence structure. They are the off-putting little details that distract the reader, when the reader should b...
"Give her all you've got Mr. Scott," Captain James T. Kick yelled into the intercom from the bridge of the Starship, Enterprise. "Aye Captain, I'm giving her every inch I have right now," Mr. Scott yelled back as the view screen on the bridge switched to the engine room. A young female technician was bent over a console with Mr. Scott's knobby dick flying i...
So here I sit, desperately trying to finish The Daily Tribune crossword, which is particularly difficult today, and her fake orgasms six foot from my head are really putting me off. Incredible really, that a nineteen-year-old already knows how to pull such a stunt, but she's a well seasoned pro at this now. I cast an eye from my paper to the action. He's t...
The clock ticks by slowly. Only a few hours stand between me and the fantasy I have been dying to explore. I think about how my family and friends would react if they knew my dirty little secret. I'd surely be cast out. Later, my email pings: I'll be on in 10 minutes. Have to set up my cam. Excitement boils in my blood. I will finally get to watch you hav...
It was a beautiful spring day when Fred Phelps showed up at my school, the University of Maryland College Park. In case you don't recognize the name, Fred Phelps is a Kansas minister. A very conservative Kansas minister. Now what, you might ask, was a conservative Kansas minister doing at the University of Maryland? He was there to protest. Actively utili...