Chapter 1 I'm glad I found the right guy. Lee, I think it was on our third date, told me that he wanted a girl with some experience, not someone who had never had sex or hardly ever. He wanted someone comfortable with their body and how to use it for pleasure. Well, I was twenty when we met and he got the right girl. Now, before you think I'm some kind of...
Author's Note: Hello again everyone! I thank you for taking the time to read through what will be my second submission to the site. This story is inspired by the Literotica members xxxecil, gigglinggoblin, gaytripper, and yshomatsu, all of which have written absolutely amazing work for the site. Again, this is only my second erotica writing ever, so I am sti...
A few years ago, I suffered from prostate cancer. The surgery saved my life but killed my sex life. My wife decided she needed an active sex partner and my small cock could no longer satisfy her. After I tried all the known ways to regain my sexual passion, she decided I was no longer the man she married and left me. That destroyed my self-esteem and feeling...
(Author's Intro.... This story (Episode 2) is a 'prequel' to the 'A Day In Gotham' series that I wrote a year or so ago. In particular, it precedes 'Batgirl's Dilemma' which is the first story that I wrote and technically is Episode 3 in the series. I always had it in mind to come back to Batgirl at some stage (she's such a fun character!) and fill in some...
"Shoot that fucking thing, Willow!" Margo cried out. "Look at how big that fucking thing is!" "No, don't shoot it!" Mary countered. "It isn't doing anything threatening yet!" "What do you mean not yet? Is it a threat or isn't it?" The big cook shot back. "Well, of course it is a threat!" Mary returned. "But it'll be a bigger threat if we shoot at it and p...
(c ) Daniel Quentin Steele 2012 It's been awhile, but it's good to be back on LIT. This is a departure from anything I've done on this site. I hope that readers will enjoy it. This is a stand-alone story, although part of the First Coast series I've been telling over the last two and a half years. There are a couple of connections to another well known seri...
57 year old Lydia Mae Valentine smiled with love at hearing the voice of her daughter Tonya on the phone. "Hi Mama, how are you?" Tonya asked. "Hi baby, I'm fine. I'm getting along. Thank you for the dinner plate." Lydia said. "The chicken was delicious." "It was no problem, Mama." Tonya said. Her mother's vision wasn't completely gone but it was close to...
Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? - Merchant of Venice, Act 3, Scene 2 * Why did my life take the improbable turn that it did? I can tell you the answer to that: it was fancy. Begotten in the eyes, Shakespeare said. In my case, I'd say it was a different part of the anatomy. Her anatomy. Her -- I'm tryi...
I had seen Erin in church a number of times before I received her call. Almost five weeks since our little sexual escapade. "Hello Alex. It's me Erin." "Yes you are! We haven't spoken much. How have you been? You're not avoiding me are you?" I returned with a joking tone. "Of course not. Just busy with the girls" She answered, then, "She knows Alex!" "Wh...
Okay, a word of warning from the off -- if you're going to be offended by a white cuck husband whose wife gives herself to a group of black men, don't read this piece. If a scene that features black men impregnating white women turns you into a seething ball of outrage, don't read this piece. If you're going to get all snarled up with hate at descriptions of...