'Mr. Morton, what is the meaning of this?" Mrs. Swanson had summoned Carl Morton her newest boarder to her parlor. Displayed on the coffee table were two white sheets; white. that is. except for the yellowish stains that Carl could plainly see. "I..I..I d.d.don't know!" Carl stammered embarrassed to be questioned about the obvious semen stains on the otherw...
Imad sat in the control room, exhausted, not having slept in the three days since the system glitch, the glitch he refused to believe had just been a glitch. He strolled through his network searching for the proof that his system had been hacked, but couldn't find it. All he found was the poor security. Any hacker could get into his network and mess around....
MARCH 16, 2009 To Ed0613 from LOOKING88 Dear Ed: (I assume that's your name). I love porn and just finished reading the story you wrote, "The Gal and the Geezer" on the "Great Sexpectations" porn site and wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed it. I have read a lot of your stories but I think that one was the best. I am a 20 yr old female college freshma...
All the characters involved in a sexual relationship are above the age of 18 years. This story is a prologue to my previous story- 'An affair for life'. Hope you enjoy this. Comments both rude and good are always welcome so that I can improve upon my mistakes. * The waves of shyness were gradually drowning me. Sooner or still sooner, I was going to submit...
They say that revenge is best served cold. They also say that revenge is sweet. I don't know who they are but I like how it sounds. I say that makes revenge Ice Cream. That's where I come in. I'm called the Ice Cream Man. I work for an agency of the government called the Parlor. Yes, I picked that to go with my name. Kind of catchy I thought. The Parlor is...
The Bower House sat at the end of one of the oldest streets in Darkmouth. It was an infamous old house where dark ceremonies and perverse orgies were whispered to be held. It was a shunned place, slowly decaying at the end of Ellis Street, it's windows dark and murky, it's yard overgrown and creeping through an iron fence. None of the uneducated and supersti...
This is my first submission, so be easy on me. I’m no English major, but have enjoyed this site for many years and decided to contribute some of my real life sexual experiences, well at least the real memorial ones. I welcome advice and want to thank all of you people who have given me many great stories to read. About ten years ago in a small town in Maine...
Hello dear readers. Here is another in my series, Massage Parlor Years. I must warn the person who is stalking me, writing multiple nasty comments on my stories; on the advice of another author who writes in the BTB genre and wants there to be sanity and peace in LW, I have turned off feedback on my previous stories and will religiously delete all anonymous...
I want to express my heartfelt appreciation for the many many Constant Readers who have sent me compliments on my stories using Literotica feedback instead of posting public comments. Your kind words meant a lot to me, allowing me to continue to write despite the hateful and meaningless comments like "cuck shit" and "diseased whore" from a few misogynist cre...
Episode Three: Mrs. Henderson & the Demi-Monde Barber of Fleet Street The story picks up from the end of "Mrs. Henderson Plays Matchmaker". A sissygurl and a tomboy are together on the couch, the sissygurl's face in the tomboy's lap. Or maybe it's the tomboy's face in the sissygurl's lap. It works either way. There's also a third and fourth little pretty;...