Who stole the stories from Literotica.com? Here's one answer. Huang Meili had a rare place for an eighteen year old girl--she was a Senior Research Fellow at the National University of Defense Technology in Chengsha. Ostensibly she was a database manager, developing software for better tracking spare aircraft parts and maintaining records for naval personne...
The conveyor belt stopped, and the break in the steady stream of peaches headed toward them allowed the women a chance to straighten up from their hunched positions. Some even took the opportunity to put down the sturdy paring knives they used to skin and prepare the passing fruit, stretching their backs with juice-stained hands placed at the bases of spine...
I am married to the biggest, sweetest, huggy bear of a man. He is a great provider and probably the best father a family could have. He has given me two wonderful children, 19 year old Matt and Betsy 18, both away at college and a beautiful home in an upscale suburban neighborhood. Ted has given me everything I could have wanted to live the American dream bu...
It's been a while since last I wrote. Now I'm retired from my regular labors in the world of business and depend full time on my Handyman business. Although there have been very few opportunities like the one that occurred with Pam (the occasion of my first writing) I've had some chances to be alone with some really foxy ladies while I earth quake proofed th...
Conclusion "Violet," she thought. "I can't exactly call this bathwater, so I'll call it Violet. Lavender is too obvious, purple's too dull. It's so warm. It's like tea. Gosh! What am I thinking?! I can't believe this is happening! It's right out of a tabloid!" Betty lay in the warm Violet for three days. Violet flowed through her body; it filled her lungs...
Old age can have a negative effect on most fellas. I've heard so many stories of men who've fallen victim to time's cold fingers, but somehow I've been able to retain my virility through many years of hard labor and long drives. Of course, my job...well, it's not so much a "job" as a labor of love, my work concerns keeping people happy. And when your priorit...
My name is Samira Klahlesh-Habari. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Nubia. The year is 2412 A.D. of the old calendar and it's year 401 of the Nubian Calendar. I'm a citizen of the Pan-African Imperium, in what was once called the North American Division. What is the Pan-African Imperium? The greatest civilization in h...
Over the next couple of months Christina became a regular fixture at my apartment. She was just as wild as I when it came to new sexual experiences. We included Bill in all our activities when he was in town. I finally left for maternity leave as scheduled. I went into labor a week early, Dan rushed me to the hospital. After fifteen hours of labor I gave bi...
Note: I mentioned in "The Next Morning" that it was part of a longer story. Well, here's the beginning of that story, drenched in the grief of a man who has lost his wife, who wakes up every morning wondering how to go on and then, one day, wakes up on a private island in the South Pacific. He's comfortable enough. There is a beautiful beach house fitted out...
I have been on this damned ship for twelve days now. What started out feeling like salvation now feels more like a floating coffin. We all feel it. It is freezing, and the ship's steam, rather than keeping us warm, makes us damp and uncomfortable. Typhus fever is rampant; seventy-four passengers have died of the original 250. My own husband, Aoghan, is among...