Please forgive a little sloppiness, I have a very bad tendency to over-edit, which I'm trying not to do. (I think the trick is to find the balance, but while I'm working on that – some areas might fall a bit short :o!) All characters are entirely fictional and any likeness or similarities to any persons are purely coincidental. Thanks for dropping by. (On...
There's a lot of argument out there about how to differentiate and separate "erotica" from "porn." But the reality is - we all write porn. Yes, I said it. I'll admit it. Even all the "romance" novels out there that don't have a bit of actual sex in them? Porn. All romance (even the "sweet" stuff) is just women's porn. When women read (or write - or even wat...
For those that wanted to know more about Misha before he met Froo, here is his story and how he came to be in England which is where he met her and fell in love,, and his time with Suzanne the woman in his past. His passion for Suzanne becomes an obsession, as she plunges down into a self destructive whirlpool, so for those that believe that life's many exp...
Dear Literotica authors, Thank you for writing and sharing your hard work. I think too few people realize what it takes to develop a story and bring it to a point that it is ready for the reading audience. I have read many, many fine stories here on Literotica and I am amazed that there are so many talented people out there who are willing to share their ha...
My husband humped me last night. At least he didn't screw me. God be praised it wasn't a fuck either but it sure wasn't a bang, let alone making love. It was just your basic, non-descript hump. We fooled around in the kitchen, he got me into bed, got our clothes off, got me hot and put it in. Half a dozen thrusts and he shoots, sex was over but at least he d...
Eliza stepped out of the cool, air conditioned terminal and into the sticky, humid early evening. The moisture in the air nearly took her breath away. She could feel the perspiration building on her brow, not sure whether it was from the temperature or the thought of things to come. Eliza had never been to New Orleans but had always wanted to visit, take i...
Gary smiled as he exited the bathroom, noticing Ada had taken advantage of his shower time to begin her nightly reading. The covers were pulled off her side of the bed, but there was nothing to cover her body as she sprawled on the large bed. She was in her usual reading position: lying on her stomach with the book propped open in front of her. The skimpy ca...
How to Write a Novel Making it through the plagues that plague writers. Ideas strike like meteors upon an unsuspecting moon. In the fallout of debris, an idea occurs to you: hey, what if... You hurl yourself towards your instrument of writing and in the aftermath of the explosion, words trickle from your brain and into your fingertips. A novel is crafted....
Her POV I guess you could say I'm a cliche. Yet, as my mother always told me, they are cliches for a reason. I am the frumpily dressed, bunned, bespectacled quiet woman who always seems to find her hero in 280 pages simply by unpinning her hair, putting on some makeup, and trying to be sexy (which never works as intended, but she gets the man anyway cause...
Jamie and her two friends were walking down the street on the warm night of Halloween evening was a toasty eighty degrees and kids were running around ringing neighbors doorbells. Jamie's friends told her that they knew this house that gave out whole candy bars and fifty dollars. They arrived at the house. It was huge! It had to have at the very least twent...