There is no such thing as too much sex. I ought to know, I'm a swinger. My name is Catherine Joseph Gilbert and I'm a five-foot-ten, plump, big-booty, thirty-something lawyer-turned-housewife living in the beautiful city of Milton, Massachusetts. My husband Jacob Gilbert and I are both slowly venturing into the budding Haitian-American swinger lifestyle. He'...
Preface: To summarize the recent facts of my life, as of June 2001: I was living in a committed relationship with my partner Sylvie, whom you may have met in my previous Courtship stories. I was 4 months pregnant by Sylvie's brother Phillipe. We had spent a week in Lyon at a family wedding, and then had driven to Paris for a vacation stay. Sylvie an...
I had been with the company for 8 years. Sabrina and I had been hired only a week apart and she seemed really happy when I was promoted to assistant manager. After work, there were a few of us who would go to the bar downstairs on a weekly basis, and let of some steam. We would have a few drinks, make fun of each other, and everyone seemed to flirt with eve...
'Kerith and Kamilka 1' described the first meeting of a lesbian and a trans-woman, in a fantasy derived from imaginings from another Literotica reader. This story covers their second meeting, again based on my correspondent's material. This time Kerith herself is the narrator. I drifted home in a dream, squeezing the tampon within me, soaked with our blende...
[These two stories have virtually nothing in common but their category, which is why they make a nice contrast -- the darkened play room, the brightly sunlit grass.] Good For One Thing "Men are only good for one thing," I explained to June. The pretty blonde crinkled her brow. "But I thought you were independently wealthy," she said after a moment of thin...
1 A Writer's History: By the time of writing this article I have published eleven stories for Literotica's Incest category. I have two more that are mostly written. And just like with every other erotic story I wrote, I sat at my desk straining in my pants and finding it very hard not to just whip out my cock and start pumping like a rampant sex fiend. Tha...
SATIN SHEETS; Or, She Slept With the Writer An Exercise in Metaerotica * * * A foot sticks out from the edge of the bed, chubby little pink toes with red toenails on a small puffy foot. The rest of you is covered, satin sheets curving like rolling hills over your voluptuous body, blonde frizzy curls cascading over your face. Daylight has begun to light th...
He fucks her and then gets fisted. I worked for a lesbian owned company and started noticing a pattern that when a female coworker did something in my sales territory that violated the rules she would get away with it. If I tried to close a new client in her territory, she would get the commission I earned. That unfairness and trying to understand femininit...
Part 1 After nearly thirty years as a career dominatrix, and with business faltering, I received an irresistible opportunity to relocate from the Philadelphia area and begin a new career. Located in the Caribbean Sea, due north from Venezuela, is the small island Republic of Lugash. As it was originally a British colony, English is the official language. T...
Part I The bald brown head bobbed between Baraka's legs, an unseen tongue arcing up into the delicious crease between them. She lay back on the silk cushions of the divan and sighed, one sandaled foot on the floor, the other on the divan. Her body flushed from the sensation and a white veil of passion descended over her mind. Jirash was the best of the men...