Note from the author: Literotica has proven to be a wonderful tool for me to open up about my fetish of flying and reliving some of my past of getting to the Mile High Club. To ensure not to incriminate any one I have left the names out of individuals as much as possible or have used a different alias. But the details of events are as much true as I've exper...
When I was in highschool, our senior trip was to Spain, we landed in Madrid, spent two days, then toured the country for the next ten days, stopping at all the big landmarks, even going over to Morocco for the better part of one day, and spent the last four days in Barcelona. In Barcelona there is a club that is on a retired cruise liner. It's got a singles...
What's up, people? My name is Amelia Salomon, and I'm a French Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-eight, chubby and big-bottomed, with alabaster skin, reddish brown hair and light brown eyes, that's me. I'm a graduate of the computer science programme at La Cite Collegiale, and hope to become a tech entrepreneur someday....
The infamous Oriental Rug of Al-Kroli was the final ill-fated creation of the hoary, hydrophobic Arab, Al-Kroli of Bhala-Kalava, whose madness had been caused by a miniscule injection of the rabies virus by an unlikely and unfortunate encounter with an infected camel. The torpidity and flatulence which increasingly drove both his consanguinous allies and his...
I love Friday nights, and not just because it's everyone's payday. Nope, for me and close to two billion Muslims worldwide, it's our holy day. Jummah Mubarak is what we say to each other. Tonight, when I went to my favorite Masjid, my boyfriend Adam Stephens asked me if he could come with me. As a Muslim woman, what do you think my answer was? A resounding y...
Awoken An uneasy silence filled the room. He had been sitting, unmoving and deep in thought for longer than he could remember. The plain room that had become his sanctuary and his prison was completely empty save an unusually large stack of books in one corner and a mattress in the other. As quiet and empty as the windowless white-washed room was; his mind...
I would like to take this opportunity to thank all those readers who have read, voted and e mailed me in response to my other stories. It was the encouragement of those readers that have kept me writing my erotic stories. I would also like to thank Curtis, whose casual remark about me being as ‘hot as a desert’, planted the seeds of the story in my mind. A...
We'd been out for the evening with Kaz and Vic, long term friends of ours. Kaz and Vic were a bit "free range". Kaz had married Vic when she was a young nurse and he was a young doctor. Kaz had a wild side, a very wild side and while we were kept in the dark about most of it, we kept being fed snippets about Kaz's wanderings, both male and female. Vic seem...
David was new to the social networks that had sprung up on the internet in the past couple of years. Just for kids, he'd thought, until one came along that seemed a little more sophisticated, a little more adult. So he signed up, not knowing what to expect. It became compulsive - loading photographs that might appeal to others aesthetically, feeding in his...
Reminder: This is a series, a long one. If long stories such as Game of Thrones and Walking Dead are not your thing, then Literotica is home to many great short stories. This is NOT one of them. *** Brent was up before dawn. Even as little sleep as he had gotten with her in his bed. It had never been quantity with Lauren but quality. He sighed as he brush...