CW: Body image, bbw, D/s, humiliation, bondage, s/m. *** I'd met James at fetish wear fashion show. I'd come alone and been jostled towards the catwalk among the audience until the partiers in the crowd surged drunkenly forward and pitched me into him. I'd apologized despite spilling my drink on myself instead of on him. He'd laughed at me but I wasn't mad...
This is a story about how a woman fulfils her most dramatic sexual dream. The woman is Charley Williams who has featured in two of my previous Literotica efforts. I introduced her in "From Physio to Gigolo," where she played a minor part and then developed A Black Night in New York around her. She liked hard sex. Raw sex. Dirty sex. She was a screamer, a...
During the course of our evening meal, neither of us brought up the invitation for me to be model in the swimwear fashion show. We had been drinking a pleasant champagne all evening and we were both in horny moods. Barry kept teasing me about my nipples poking through the pale apricot colored silk mini dress that I was wearing. It had a central slash from th...
Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. I know from previous comments many readers have enjoyed that very aspect of it. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative, others – especially on this site - have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity...
Please note that this is my first attempt at writing erotica, and so any comments you have, both positive and especially those pointing out where I've gone astray would be gratefully received. All characters and the whole scenario are completely fictional, and any similarities to those within your own life is purely coincidental, or just your own overactive...
Hot Cross Buns: Rich bread buns made with butter, sugar and egg, spiced with cinnamon, nutmeg and mixed spice, and baked with a mix of dried fruit and candied peel. EIGHTEEN I left work early next day, Friday, telling Jenny to do the same. She didn't need telling twice. I collected the keys to the house. David offered to take me but I begged to go on my ow...
Note: This story was written with laxchick, who deserves full co-writing credit. ***** Amanda Its May. I'm finished university. It's almost a numbing feeling, and I've been spending some afternoons, when previously I'd have been studying like a maniac, just staring off into space in disbelief. Unlike some of my classmates, I have a job lined up, a dece...
This is a story for the Completely Unsanctioned Quarterly Writing Contest -- "Crush Your Enemy Like a Grape." Please vote, so that I can crush my "enemies" here at Lit like grapes. Thanks. Anna. * For years I have carried around the memories of my junior prom like a pocketful of glass shards. Even the scars are largely invisible to others, but the glass is...
My name is Karol and I am a second year student studying English Lit. I am based in London where my parents, originally from Sweden have now lived for the last eight years. Consequently I went to school here from the age of twelve, growing up just about bilingual, but, I am pleased to say looking every part of the blonde Swedish nymphet stereotypes seen on f...
I'd got bored with posing. Glamour modelling no longer appealed to or turned me on, well not often. It all became a little repetitive. I mean there are only so many ways a girl can take her panties off, flash her pussy or play with her tits as she simulates having sex or an orgasm, though sometimes simulation wasn't necessary. Alright, when 'extras' are adde...