I was drinking a coffee in the college refectory after delivering my first of a series of talks and workshops on the art of writing erotica, when I felt rather than saw, her looking at me. I looked across to where she was two tables away, sitting with a group of other women, all aspiring writers I surmised, but she was not a part of the group - I was the s...
Author's Note: This is not a romance. The following contains MF, FFFF, Mature, Anal, Interracial, Exhibition/Voyeur, spanking, masturbation, fetishes, and "blinks" of different races and acts of sex. If any of this offends you, don't read. Comments are welcomed, but only those that leave comments that are worthy of being read are kept. If you wish to bash...
Christa tucked a loose curl of chestnut hair behind her ear. She was in her office, surrounded by the tools of her trade. Bottles of cleaning agents were in perfect rows on the shelves behind her. Book presses, paper cutters, scissors, awls, rulers, and miscellaneous tools were tucked away in clearly labeled bins. The thick blackout curtains were drawn tight...
It was early in the morning after a satisfying sleep. The cadence of bird sounds gave way to the rise and fall of passing cars below. Check out time wasn't for hours, but deadlines always bothered me. Cheryl slept soundly. I wondered what mood she would wake up in after my misconduct of the night before. Lord, but she was beautiful. I was in love with eve...
It was 10.25 pm, Monday, and like the proverbial memorable night in a movie, it was dark and stormy. Thunder and lightning rattled in the distance and the sound of rain falling constantly was ever present at the windows. Meanwhile, as my parents slept soundly in their room, I tiptoed my way quietly towards the servants' quarters. You would think I would be...
PART 3 *** "Christina!" Her father's voice was booming against the silence of the night. My girlfriend's head popped off my cock, her eyes wide with panic. Amy went rigidly still above my face. Oh, SHIT. There was a flurry of activity as both girls hurried into their nightshirts. I looked around, trying to stay calm but totally freaked out about what I...
Author's Note: The first chapter of this story drew comments that religion has no place on Literotica. Obviously, I disagree. Religious people eat, laugh, cry, fuck and do bad things much like the unreligious. The difference is that their religion makes them approach life situations differently from the non-religious. That difference is interesting enough th...
When I got home my mother was in the kitchen making dinner. I could smell the aroma of meatloaf and mashed potatoes and almost immediately I felt better. "Mom, I'm home," I called as I walked toward the kitchen. "Hello dear," she called back. "How was school today?" "It was all right," I replied. "Did you see your sister? Is she on her way home?" I made...
Author's Note: -This story is based in truth. There is a real Burnadette, and we did have a lot of phone sex, but unlike the experience of being with KaSandra (from "Online with KaSandra") Burnadette and I never got to meet as we do in this short story. It's part truth (the phone sex) and part wishful thinking (actually meeting). Cheers! *** I was 23 when...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Nine. 2009. (April.) Michael, late-thirties. I was walking along the busy pavement when I became aware of a slackening in the waistband of my panties. Feeling them loosening and slipping I realised the elastic must have gone and my panties were beginning to descend! If...