This is the story about how I became a god, and what I did with that power. It started out on a day like any other; Monday I woke up, bored out of my mind and hand around my erect cock, I didn't have work on this day so I was in bed for a while at least before I realized I needed to pee, so I left my warm bed and walked out of my bedroom towards the bathroom...
Booklovers was a bookstore owned by a man who loved books. Unfortunately, he loved them too much. He couldn't say no to anyone looking to sell or trade, and eventually the bookcases were filled double deep with books of every type by every author. When there was no room left on the shelves, he stacked unsorted boxes of books in front of them until you coul...
Author's Note: They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery... Oggbashan, who is Literotica's King of the Fifteen Fifty-Word Stories, gave us all carte blanche to adopt his model when he won the 2006 How-To Contest with his "How to Write a Fifty-Word Story" essay. I can only hope I did the genre justice half as well as he does. (And believe me, I now...
I've been an opportunity crossdresser since I was a child. By the term opportunity crossdresser, I mean whenever there was an opportunity to dress in women's clothes, I did. As a child, and later as a teen living in my parent's home, it was difficult. In college, living in a dorm, it was near impossible. The only time of my life when I had free reign was aft...
The constant pounding of the headboard against our shared wall was both annoying and exciting. Our neighbors were clearly enjoying themselves – especially Cheryl, given her many obscene cries – and Jenni and I were definitely enjoying listening to their "radio show." Cheryl's loud vocalizations suddenly ceased, although the pounding of the headboard agains...
The whole move took just over two weeks. First of all I had to visit several times to make sure the changes to the house were coming along the way I wanted them to. Of course the bathroom had to be enlarged. I'd grown use to the larger bath area, as well as the multiple shower heads and I was damned certain that I'd have the same thing at this house, too. Th...
She stood at the front entrance of an old industrial brick warehouse, having been converted to posh flats in a now gentrified former slum. A small bulb lit the door and intercom. Behind her, darkness engulfed the visitor parking lot, occasionally lit amber by a few dim street lamps. Beyond, an empty sidewalk and wharf looked over the bay. It had rained, leav...
How well I remember my first experience with porn. I was just a teenager, maybe 15 or 16, and we went to my friend's basement with his dad's old Honeywell 8mm projector, some cigarettes, and no idea what we were actually going to see. When the lights went out and the film came on, there was this rather old, somewhat overweight lady in a doctor's office, whe...
There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Buyer beware. Are Chinese piano accordions any good or are they all bad? The good, the bad, and the truth about Chinese accordions. Something you may or may not know about me from reading my stories but I used to play piano and my four, much older brothers all...
I've been lurking around Literotica for about two years and have enjoyed many well written and arousing erotic stories so I have taken the plunge and decided to try my hand at erotic fiction by submitting one of my own. This is NOT a "wham-bam" all action fuck fest but rather an embellished story about two real people with a simple fantasy which becomes rea...