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What's My Line?

by holliday1960 on Sep 13, 2017
Humor & Satire

There used to be a show on television called, ' What's My Line?'. A panel of participants had to ask questions of a contestant and then determine from his or her answers what was the occupation of the contestant. I always thought it was a pretty lame show. Around our house, we have some pretty interesting conversations at times. Most of them involve sexual...

Questions That I Don't Have Answers

by SusanJillParker on Sep 16, 2017
Humor & Satire

SusanJillParker has lots of questions but no answers. Help. I need help. Being that there are lots of wicked smart and/or educated people who read the sexy stories posted on Literotica, I need your help. I need answers. I have lots of questions that I don't have the answers. In search of answers, I need answers. With all of these unanswered questions hurti...

Goddess Ch. 18

by The_Preverted_Anarchist on Jan 22, 2020
Non-Erotic

(Author's Note: This is the last non-erotic chapter of Goddess. Thank you for your patience and I apologize in advance for the feels.) ***** Tom came to late next morning. His head was pounding like a drum, his stomach felt like it was going to explode, and every part of him otherwise felt like hell. "A hangover" he thought "Shit, I haven't had one of th...

Second Chances Ch. 00

by lili82 on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

It started off as a regular Sunday night dinner at his parents' house. It was a tradition Angela Banks instituted when her oldest child moved out of the house seven years before. Now all her babies had moved out and they all came back every Sunday, just for her. "Hey, Mama", her oldest child, Katrina Lynn, or Lynn, greeted her; bussing her cheek and walkin...

How to End Racism Forever

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Brother Samuel here. A name that should require no introduction at this point. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking and openly bisexual Haitian-American author, law student and activist living near Boston, Massachusetts. Sometimes, I wonder why people simply can't leave well enough alone. Why must they try to fix things that don't need fixing? Don't fix...

Better Than Steak

by manyquestions on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

The pillow talk afterwards, while they got dressed, got pretty intense. "Why don't I just do the same things to you that you do to me, Harold? Why don't I ever do anything at all to you? Why am I passive all the time? You said you wanted to talk frankly, so I will." Ann Marie stretched her magnificent chest and continued. "Because I have these and you don'...

Chat and Phone with the Mature Lady

by jackandhisways on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Screen names and some other details have been changed for obvious reasons. ***** Chat 1 ------ Me: Hello. Can we talk? She: depends Me: Depends on? She: What do you want to talk about? Me: I really don't have an agenda. About anything. Let's talk and see where it goes. She: asl? Me: 32, M, ********* Me: and you? She: 44, ******* Me: Ok Me: You...

The Nature of Men

by LastoftheGreatMikeys on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

A lot of you ladies have done a wonderful job writing from the man's point of view. You've shown great insight. I am betting, however, that a few of you would be interested in a greater understanding of men for your -ahem- "Writing purposes."*Grins * Well, here's a little information for you. Remember, these are generalities and will apply in varying degree...

Fright Night. What Scares You?

by SuperHeroRalph on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

This is a Halloween contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. Couple uses Halloween to scare one another. * "It's Halloween night, fright night, Roger. Let's do something scary," said Anne to her boyfriend with a foreboding look. "Scary? You can't scare me, Anne. Been there, done that, I've seen it all and...

Cassandra's Plan Ch. 01

by kathrynmburke on Dec 31, 2018
Novels and Novellas

Cassandra Phillips / May 27, 1996, 8:14 p.m. The bar stank. Why do people drink American beer? Why do people drink beer? I hate places like this. And I wouldn't even be here if David hadn't . . . Oh, fuck him. Fuck him for what he's making me do—for making me what I've become. And where the bloody hell is Justin? Always late, the little shit. And why on...