Jim awoke in an unfamiliar place. He was lying on a wooden board covered in leaves, and he was fully dressed. "Did it really happen?" he thought. He slide off the makeshift bed and stood up. He looked around the room, it was a hut about 9x9x7. The floor was covered by the makeshift bed and there was a small makeshift door on his right. He stumbled toward t...
"God I miss you," Peter typed to his girlfriend, Hope. He was happy to see her logged onto Instant Messenger. "I miss you too," she responded. "How are the Marshall Islands? Was your flight ok yesterday?" Peter asked. "The flight was ok. Long and kinda boring. I'm just getting settled in. My room is small and the walls are totally bare, but at least I hav...
I would like to thank Bad_Hobbit for his help with editing this essay. Cyber-sex strikes me as something of a misnomer. Sex - or at least the way I understand it, as an activity as opposed to a definition of gender - is the meeting of genitals with genitals, or genitals with other bodily parts for the purpose of procreation or mutual erotic pleasure of two,...
Just before he climbed into his bi-plane and flew away, the great DreamPilot and I knocked out the following piece of pitiful prose in recognition of the mental anguish many otherwise semi-sane writers experience during the last few days of a Literotica contest. Rumple Foreskin == SCORE CHECKERS ANONYMOUS: affecting the afflicted A shadow of despair, des...
Chapter 2 (M+F) The text arrived as I got to my desk. "I'm not going to shower this morning... I want you to smell him." Putting the extra phone back in my desk I tried to breath in the hopes my pants would not be too tented when I went to my meeting. She had been sending that kind of message since I first started seeing her several months ago. The messag...
Author's Note: Starting with "Sex and the Writer's Symposium: Day 1," Heidi, an unlikely star among a very unique group of carefully screened erotica writers (and more), unabashedly describes the boundary-altering, lusty sexual encounters within the group and reveals their shocking underlying missions. To fully realize how far these sexually charged fledgli...
WARNING: I'm bent for black; that means that I'm straight except when it comes to black men. I guess with the limited terms available to us you could say that I'm bisexual. I don't reject the label because I'm ashamed, I just don't think "bisexual" does a very accurate job of telling the story. I a, turned on by all types of women; the only find black men at...
Synopsis Client and escort both get turned on during a smoking blow-job session * My client told me that he'd been looking forward to this day like no other. He'd booked a session with me, a couple of days earlier, and he said he was desperate to see me. He said that just chatting to me on the phone about the arrangements for our meeting had been an amaz...
Author's note This is a Loving wife story. Not slut/cuck, not BTB, and not Gay. I wish to apologize to my readers. My last posting was obviously just bait for the anons who seem to enjoy calling writers names. It is beyond my comprehension that people would intentionally try to hurt the feelings of someone who is providing them with a service for free. I f...
Sexual Solace I lay down on the bed, still holding the phone. I was in shock. I had just learned that Brittany Reynolds had died, apparently of a drug overdose. She had been alone in a hotel room. The last time I had seen Brittany my final words to her were, "Call me if you ever decide to see me. I really want to see you and talk with you." Her response was...