(Author's note: This story is an official entry into the 2009 Literotica Winter Holidays writing contest. I hope you enjoy this tale, and please read all the other entries. There's a lot of good talent on this site. Happy Holidays, and please don't forget to vote.) * * * * I find it funny that the same music which makes you cringe when you start hearing it...
Hello again, you will probably remember me from Gardening 1, a story about old Bill who came to help me keep our garden trim, but he finished up trimming me in a big way, his huge old cock taking over my life, making me his sex slave. I would do anything; yes, anything to feel his cock inside my wet and very willing pussy. We also shared long and leisurely...
For those of you who asked, I do spell check on all my work. But as you know spell check will only catch some errors. I write for your enjoyment and my pleasure. This story is meant to belittle and show how dumb some racial stories are with cock size and the many orgasms that occur in the women. It is written to warn white women about the evil that awaits...
Joanne's heart missed a beat. The rumours were true. There it was in black and white on the notice board: Michael Hurst, internationally famous dancer, was going to be a guest star with the company for the next season. Everybody was excited, and all the talk between classes and rehearsals centred on Michael Hurst. At the age of 25 he'd suddenly taken the da...
Jeremiah's Journey By Dirk Stimson This story might have been submitted some time ago - I've re-written it. It is inspired by a man I knew in my youth who traveled the country during the depression - if you are too young to remember that time - ask your folks. Oh, one more thing one last time: My login is "Jimmela" I write as Dirk Stimson - got it?? ***...
Freshly out of the military and 21 I knew I had to get a good job and was looking in earnest. My finances were OK but not finite so I was in conservation mode and because I was my social life was all but non-existent. Luckily there was a cheap movie within walking distance I went to a couple times a week and after I would go to an all-night diner, sit at the...
The vibrations were becoming stronger. I could feel it all the way through my spine. My right foot was stretched out, pushing as far as it could. My eyes were focused into the distance, looking at a single precise spot. The fingers on my right hand reached out and flicked the lever. The little car changed gear from second to third in less than the blink of...
Most of my writing is boring research papers and committee reports. This is my first effort at erotic fiction. It is long, and there is very little sex until Chapter 6, but I felt it was necessary to chronicle the two protagonists' semester-long journey of discovery. Comments are welcome. Chapter 1 I'm Dan Jackson. My story begins about a year and a half a...
The day I died was the best day of my life. A peculiar statement in itself but nevertheless, true. I was walking down a well lit street to the well lit parking garage to retrieve my sensible safe vehicle when the mugger struck. One minute I was walking considering dinner for the night and the next a knife sliced my throat open and left me bleeding to death o...
(I find it hard to believe how many women I've met that have lived with men that want them to sleep with other men. Maybe it's just that I don't hide that my ex-husband was obsessed with just that. Anyway I wanted to tell you Rachel's story. Again I'm telling her story in the first person. I did lack some of the details so I ad-libbed. I even used some of...