This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story, and it may not be perfect ( in fact, I'm sure it isn't) but I enjoyed writing it, and hope you enjoy reading it. * * * * * It was a ordinary July day when I had my "encounter". It was hot and muggy, the humidity all but unbearable. As I did on many days during summer vacation, I went cycling. Today was n...
Crawling was never a particularly elegant mode of movement. Eleanor had practiced long and hard in readiness for this moment, arranged mirrors to afford her a side and back view as she carefully rehearsed, but still the degree of ease or control that would have satisfied her ever searching sense of worth remained beyond reach. The curtain at the far end of t...
As I sat on the bench at the mall, I tried to calm myself. I thought I had prepared myself and planned everything. But my breathing was fast, my hands were sweaty and my nerves were wired. I was home for holiday break from college and had decided to take the next step in cross-dressing. Up until now, most of my dressing had been secretly taking my older sis...
1st story [never submitted] 2nd story - "Panty Puzzle" 3rd story - "Nobody wants an old man" "Why do you put up with her?" My first born was almost scolding me. "Just move out." He and his wife, Tashnika, had taken me out for lunch when I got a phone call from my wife. She knew where I was and who I was with but she just didn't give a shit....
The best way to describe my lovely wife, Lydia, would be to say she was very quiet and timid. She is a lovely woman, 28, whom I love passionately and this story is about an interesting aspect of our travel to another country. For the sake of common sense I will not name the country because we may wish to travel there again some time and the Customs officers...
Authors note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice. As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. To t...
It had happened to me before. I had experienced a similar set of feelings. The feeling that my body did not belong to me and that I shared it with someone else. That it was like a third party, an inanimate object that my mind could leave and look back upon. Yes, it had happened just after my eighteenth birthday now it was happening again, a quarter of a cen...
I am brooding. Well, perhaps. Perhaps this is only one of “those” moments. You know, one of those moments spent lost somewhere beyond the concerns of the day and still not quite fully abandoned in fantasy or forgetfulness. But maybe you know what I mean. For me at least, it seems that there are times that seem detached. When I can sit back and think of the...
When Ramer arrived, I poured him a glass of scotch, grabbed a notebook and pen, and led him up the stairs to Jennifer's bedroom, where she was doing her homework. I knocked on the door and opened it. Despite Jennifer's age, pink was still the main color of her personal space. Her white princess bed frame and pink bedspread dominated the center of the room;...
"Brian, you're wanted in the bunker, straight away." Brian Palmer was surprised. As the youngest copywriter in the agency it was unusual for him to be summoned to the main conference room. He looked up at the man who had appeared in front of his desk. Eric Mansell was probably the best creative director in Perth. Anyone who could show up for work whenever h...