As you can tell from my 425 stories and 52 poems, I don't have any problem with writer's block. I used to, though, when I was younger. Finally, after long writing dry spells, I decided that my writer's block was attributed to not having lived enough of life, yet. I didn't have much to write about, then. I didn't have any stories to tell. Actually, now that...
Behind her bedroom doors, Lora arched and moaned as the hand between her legs rubbed her clit furiously. This time however, she was not alone. With Brett as a driving force behind her, hand on her ass, gripping her tightly, slamming his cock deep inside of her, she panted and groaned as her legs quivered, and she came all over Brett's cock. He followed her l...
Feb 9, 2042 This story is information I took from my wife, Carol's, notes, which I found when I was clearing out our house in preparation for a move to a condo a year after she had died of cancer, and almost twenty years after this issue happened. I had never seen these notes which were folded and in a large envelope, collecting dust under her dresser. Not...
There is something special about flying. Perhaps it is the fact that I do not often fly. Perhaps it is the fact that each trip is special for a different reason: to visit a close friend, or perhaps to meet a new client. But a recent flight became even more special. Sitting at the gate, I could tell by the rising volume around me that more and more people...
Synopsis: A mysterious man changes Madame Olga fortunes at the county fair. Fair-ly Fortunate * The county fair was everything he remembered from childhood. Bright colors, loud noises, aggressive smells, every sense bombarded with the best and worst of stimuli. The whole thing had an undertone of age and ugliness, like the overdone makeup on a vain old st...
I guess it all started when they extended the hours for the library. To be honest, I'm not sure why they did it, I mean it wasn't busy during the hours we were open. Perhaps they thought if we were open longer, people might be more apt to stop in at the different times. Well it didn't work and all that happened was that Ms. Harrington and I simply had to loo...
I've been seeing my barber, Liz, for my haircuts for some 20-plus years. I get a cut every two weeks on Saturday morning; that's just a leftover from my military career. And Liz reserves two appointment blocks for me. She often gives me a shoulder and neck massage, which she does for few others due to her carpel tunnel syndrome in her wrists and hands. Liz j...
I've had a number of experiences both as an exhibitionist and a voyeur dating back to my adolescence, but perhaps the most memorable occurred when I was in graduate school. I was a research assistant at a large university. Due to the nature of my research, I had a laboratory I was responsible for and a large office to myself. Since I was a student of the s...
I am conducting a series of interviews with authors on Literotica. This is the fourth in the series, my first with a male author, HeyAll . I have reached out to a variety of authors, some of who have been on the site for a while, others who are newer, but all write stories that I admire. I hope you enjoy the series, please feel free to send me your feedback,...
She wore a low-cut blouse that was black. the sphagetti straps would be revealed occasionally through a pull over sweater that barely covered her from the front. the contour of it's shape accentuated her bust-line and made it hard not to stare. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and the way she kept looking at me made it clear that she hadn't asked m...