A Bride's lingerie A guide on bridal lingerie and how to consummate your marriage while wearing it As told to the author after a six hour marathon love making session at the Hotel Monte Carlo, 2001 Before I start this primer on wedding night sex and lingerie, I would like to clear up some misunderstandings that our lingerie ignorant culture has been spre...
Above our heads the thrumming of an electric ceiling fan slices through the soupy heat but barely disturbs the thick, dead air. Beyond the shuttered window the hustle and bustle of the morning's street market has now slowed to the languid torpor of a Saigon afternoon. Occasionally a car horn blares out a warning to a tardy pedestrian, but little can distract...
All his life, August White had dreamt of living happily ever after. When he was a little boy and his great aunt Mother Loose would told him bed time stories, he was never able to sleep until she said those magic words: "and then they lived happily ever after." Only then would he be able to close his eyes and drift to sleep. When August turned twenty four he...
NOTE: The following essay was sent to the author via OuijaMail, a new mobile app that promises to be the next Instagram. Its proprietary technology allows correspondence between contemporary authors and historical figures. The sender of this essay claims to be Samson, a legendary barbarian warrior from the Middle Ages. According to an unpublished essay by Jo...
(A short story based on Bob and Bigfoot.) "I want to be a little girl." Bob's wife stared at him in shock. He was a lithe, strong man. He was a couple of inches taller than her, and he made sure he worked out enough to keep his figure trim. His features were even, though a bit delicate, and his face was a strong and pleasant oval. On top of that, he had t...
The National Association of Women University Deans Part I Sharon came to a stop at the intersection leading from her house. Across the intersection was the car of Dr. Ortiz, heading in the direction opposite Sharon. Sharon turned and nodded, only to be greeted with Marta's knowing smirk. Sharon with a Black man, Marta noted. Going to be away for two days. A...
The life of a bisexual man is seldom easy or simple, but mine is more complicated than most. The name is Suleiman Mehdi. I was born in the City of Casablanca, Morocco, to a Moroccan father and Somali mother. Growing up a biracial man in one of the Muslim world's most beautiful and famous cities wasn't easy. Even though Moroccan society is fairly tolerant and...
She couldn't believe she was here. As Jan's car sped down the highway, she was lost in the world of her own thoughts. Why did she agree to meet a total stranger? How did she let Sandy talk her into this? Did she really intend to have sex with this man she never met? But a quick look at her clothes revealed the intentions she had in her heart. The leather bod...
This is an entry in the Literotica Winter Holiday Contest. It is strictly a stroke story about Santa Claus being entertained during his world-wide journey one Christmas Eve. I hope you enjoy it and vote accordingly because it was fun writing it. * Santa Claus drew to a stop on the roof of the house and smiled in anticipation of whom he would be visiting t...
Paul thoroughly enjoyed his extramarital affair with Stacy, but the guilt had begun to affect him. He also feared being caught. The last thing that he wanted was a divorce, since it would mean eternal damnation according to his belief system. Nevertheless, he couldn't bring himself to end his relationship with the single mom. Not only was she absolutely de...