This was terrible. After some reasonably successful contributions to Literotica, I had writers block. How could that happen? To me, of all people? I'd already churned out a fair amount of imaginative material. And I always had plenty of ideas in my mind. But now, I was barren. In an attempt to break free from my confines, I'd started one new story after ano...
Hello. This is my first story on here so I hope you like it. I'm fairly proud of it, got off on it myself twice, actually. So, I'm really hoping for some feedback about it. I love hearing what you guys have to say. But, please no hate or spam. I'm going to correctly label this story below so if you aren't into the themes listed, please kindly find something...
This story dates back to several decades. It is a work of pure fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead and any event is pure coincidence. All characters are over 18 years of age ***** The train slowly started its long journey at exactly five in the evening. It was an express train and its final destination was another, bigger city about 800 km...
This story is based on actual events, hence the somewhat unusual introduction. Some minor things have been changed in the name of literary freedom, as have the names of the people involved to protect the guilty. ----------------- My name is Colin and I'm 23 years old. I was never a real jock as I grew up. I was taller and more broad-shouldered than my frie...
Needing a break from things, I treated myself to a weekend in a luxury hotel on the coast. Arriving on Friday afternoon, I showered and dressed and went down to the lounge. It was quiet. Looking for company and some holiday fun, I left the hotel and strolled down the main street of the town, enjoying the warm evening air. There was music coming from a run-do...
This is the third Summer Job story. The previous two are Clothes shopping and Interviews. Interviews wasn't finished before White lace thong but chronologically happens prior White lace thong ______________________ It is fun what people will object to. For example I am currently closer to forty than I am to thirty and I decided to turn my hair pink tempora...
Two Weeks Later....... A lazy Wednesday afternoon found Valerie Benchkoff piddling around the house, washing a few dishes, making out a grocery list and trying to decide what to fix for dinner. Gazing longingly out the window above the sink, at the same marvelous view of the backyard, barn and endlessly stretching fields that she had grown to love over the...
As Mitch and I drove back to Seattle he excitedly told me of his night with "Karen" the hot chick he'd been making out with when last I saw him. Evidently she was a nasty one and he'd had the night of his life. I was not ready to tell him the truth about the "Cumbox" so I lied and made up a story about a girl I met at a different house, letting him believe h...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the singers, record labels, musicians, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
The ants look like they're having a party. I concentrate my gaze on these ants, the cold tile pressed into my cheek, as the monster who I'm supposed to call my father lands blow after blow on my crumpled body. The pain is a series of explosions, and yet I try to pin my gaze and thoughts on the ants as a way to ignore it. I wonder if they're having a good ti...