Average Availability, Part 1 Story by All These Roadworks (2021). Author's Note: (October 2021) I've been invited to place stories on CHYOA by site creator Friedman, so I'm here with a story that a lot of people have enjoyed. The remaining chapters will be released serially, and if it's well-received I'll bring more of my stories here as well. In the meantim...
Plump&Juizy: Wazzupp!!!!!!!!!!!! John316: How is the party going? Plump&Juizy: Thw love bierds few the coop. John316: They left already? Plump&Juizy: They be back soon. They are gunna go gets us more alchy. John316: Burning the boring time away hu? Plump&Juizy: Nuuu >. John316: I really wanted to see you. You know I did. Things just came up. Plump...
Welcome to another one of my stories! My ex-girlfriend said I should share some of these crazy stories with the world. At the time, I never bothered but now with the pandemic I have a lot more time on my hands, so...enjoy! I have changed the names to protect everyones privacy, but the rest of the story is 90% true and 10% me filling in the blanks of minor de...
Mark dumped the laundry on top of the washer and closed the community laundry room door while Kimberly fished in her shorts for the quarters. He watched as her soft sweat shorts bobbed around, displaying her tight thighs and ass beneath. He knew she was out of panties and he would have to do little to get an unobstructed view of her beauty. He himself was in...
Chapter 5: Musical Appreciation The smoke from the cigars filled the room as the wealthy, mainly portly, men, sat back in plush leather armchairs and watched the gyrating girl slowly strip down to her skin. The music was Neil Sedaka's "Song, Song Blue", just right for the tempo of the girl's movements. And the mood of the watchers. She approached one of th...
She only had one night. One night that would have to last her a lifetime and she knew that the risk was worth it. He had agreed to meet her; but it was for just one night. This one night would be the first and only time she would see and serve the man that she loved and adored; the man that owned her; mind, body, heart and soul. She knew that in the morning...
When I saw Kristen working at the dinner, I knew that was it for me. She was 5'7", has a natural tan, which she gets from her Indian Heritage, green eyes and long light brown hair. She has that sexy, fuck me hard look in her eyes, which she just hasn't found the right guy to help her with that. Kristen is due home in a couple of hours and I still have no id...
Perhaps one day someone will convene a panel of scholars and academics that discusses Black sexuality and that addresses the subject of Black erotica. From the rhythmic tales of the sagacious griot, weaving tales of slaves whose love endured the horrors of chattel slavery, to the Harlem Renaissance with its unapologetic look at that mysterious element which...
Scarlet lies in a hotel bed, leaning against the board with a pillow propping her up. With her arms crossed, she turns to the window as sirens and police lights whiz by, briefly lighting up the early morning sky. The lights flash against the high-rise skyscrapers, clashing with the light of the rising sun. The man sleeping next to her turns over, awakened by...
Although there is no requirement to strive for the literary in writing erotica, if you wish to do so, and want to do so well, I think there are several elements you need to build into your story (which ain't easy). What is discussed here probably isn't a definitive list and may be an arguable list, but if the highlighting of these evokes thought or discussio...