This was written as an entry into a Writer's Challenge on another site. The assignment was to write a story that referenced a black-and-white picture of a young woman sitting on a bench in some kind of hallway or concourse. She is dressed in a little black dress and "fuck-me" shoes, and has her long dark hair in a pony tail. She seems to be looking at an old...
Author's preamble: May and December is a fictional story containing graphic descriptions of a sexual relationship between a 67 years old man and a woman in her early 30s. The story contains elements of cunnilingus, fellatio, fisting, mild bdsm, water sports, pot smoking and heavy drinking. If material of this nature is illegal where you are viewing it, p...
Simon Says: I am categorizing this as exhibitionist, but it could easily also be a little romance, mature, or a number of other items. You will see some hints. I already have a bulk of Chapter 2 done so expect that soon. As always, I am about the slow burn/ character development. This story has teasing but no sex. Hang in there and happy reading. +++++ Li...
Author's note: Sorry for the long delay between chapters. In case you missed it, I recently re-wrote Ch.7 of Tease to Please (T2P), based on both my own dissatisfaction and your helpful comments. So, if you haven't already, you should go back and read the new version of Ch.7 before you start on this one. The new Ch.7 was posted mid-January 2014. It is differ...
I drifted slowly into the waking world, dim memories of erotic dreams drifting away like tattered cobwebs. I hovered for a long time on the border between sleep and wakefulness, lightning flashes through my mind of pornographic images. Me on a table, strapped down in the center of a white room, men in white gowns and strange masks gathered around me, shoving...
-This story is heavy narrative. If you want to skip past some of the set up simply find the ~~~Break~~~ in the story. Also if you don't like foot fetish themes, this might not be for you. The days were long gone that I could just run around a play. I wanted nothing more than to just take a few days off and relax at home, a cold one in my hand and the...
Madeline sat on the edge of her couch, eyes brimming with tears that hadn't yet started trickling down her cheek. She looked at her phone, at the message Shelly had just sent her. As the first tear rolled slowly down her cheek, Madeline tapped out her reply. MADDY: I'm not going tonight. SHELLY: What?!? Why not? MADDY: I just can't. SHELLY: Can I come ov...
A story requested by a member with a theme involving a disabled veteran. The town names and sex scenes are fictional, the storyline for the most part is not. I do hope this story is what the requester had in mind. As always, your comments and ratings are greatly appreciated. ***** You grow up, you marry what you believe to be your true love, ensconce your...
Chapter Eight A New Life Six thirty came early as Wesley pried open the curtains flooding the room with the bright morning light. Shea grumbled to her self as she painfully opened her eyes taking in the sight of Wesley smiling down at her as she awoke. "What are you so happy about this morning? She asked. "Why Ms. Shea today is the first day of a wonderfu...
Summary: Teacher's Literotica past is uncovered out by shy, cute nerd. Note 1: This is a 2016 Christmas Contest Story so please vote. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, Dave, and Wayne for editing this story. I love Christmas... I always have. I love the decorations and lights. I love Christmas songs (my iPod has over 400 Christmas songs that pl...