I have the best dermatologist in Atlanta. At least she is the best for me. A lovely French woman, about my age, she is the epitome of class and taste. "Mrs. XXXXX, you look very young for your age," she complains every time I see her. At that point, I whip out the most recent photos of my seventy five year old mother, a study in glowing pink and white, smo...
I know there are several stories in the "How To" section of Literotica.com regarding the topic of writing erotic stories. To tell you the truth, I've never read them and I really don't plan to. So why am I writing my own dissertation on this topic? Because everyone has their own point of view. Not everyone is correct, not everyone is wrong. I just want my vo...
{Victoria's Self Bondage Games- part 3, this is not a stand alone story, you'll need to read parts one and two to make any sense of this, there's very little rehashing} *** I was at the point of frantic frustration by now. I'd done so much cock sucking and exhibiting lately but I'd yet to get off myself. Jessica and I agreed for me to slow down on the mast...
Before he was "Hollywood Jim" in Los Angeles, he was a geeky kid with a funny nickname in the suburbs of Connecticut. And before he had numerous starlets as friends, he had various girlfriends. Here then are the "Adventures of Hollywood Jim-The Early Years" The night at Rose's was certainly revealing on many levels. To put it mildly, she blew my mind. In mo...
Gretchen decided to wear a sports bra under her work clothes on Tuesday. Petra had once again stolen her underwear last night, and so Gretchen's drawer was getting empty. If she lost this one, she would have to either wear a really old bra she didn't like, or go braless at work. The idea of not wearing underwear around her colleagues was both embarrassing an...
Lisa was my wife, friend, lover for four too short years. Dead two and a half times the length of our marriage, she lies under an ancient oak tree's sprawling canopy in Overland Park, a relatively new, yet unfilled cemetery on the north side of the small berg I live in. On this May 18th, as I do every May 18th, I called on Lisa, the mother of our born dead...
This story is pure fantasy, real life doesn't work like this, it's just for fun. It starts off mild but may later involve all sorts of humiliating and kinky things. Melinda pulled up to the curb, parking her car, curbing the wheels, and turning off the CD player i a few automatic motions. Even as she did, she was pulling out her cell, dialing up her office...
Sorry for the long wait, but I hope it was worth it. I am back at work at the story after a lengthy "pregnant" hiatus. I have the middle and the end of Bitsy and Stuart's saga written, but now I have to fill in the blanks. I hope to be posting more in the coming weeks. Thanks for continuing to read! This takes place in the hours after the shattering discover...
To understand this story better, you may want to read, "It Happened Last Night". * Yesterday, Makiko (my Japanese wife), the kids and I went over to Dave's beachside condo. This was our usual routine, at least twice a month. We played with the kids on the beach, eat BBQ and spend a day with Uncle Dave. When we arrived, Dave introduced us to his new neigh...
This story was written originally by my wife. We modified it for literotica. We had a lot of fun with this story and we hope you do to. Thanks to Jus8tine and Talynnda for their help, editing and suggestions. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's morning rush hour at King's Cross train station. The heart of London swarms with commuters and folks like us who are just passing...