1 A Writer's History: By the time of writing this article I have published eleven stories for Literotica's Incest category. I have two more that are mostly written. And just like with every other erotic story I wrote, I sat at my desk straining in my pants and finding it very hard not to just whip out my cock and start pumping like a rampant sex fiend. Tha...
The souls of exceptionally wicked men are made to endure a special Rite of Passage in Hell and those who succeed, they get to become Demons. In mortal life, I was Baler, the right-hand man of His Highness the Great Aku, an ancient king who ruled over the Basaa people in what is today called Cameroon. In my time, I was a particularly brutal warlord. I was bor...
In response to those who have written me since my earlier submissions, a sincere "Thank you!". I'd also like to start this entry with some clarifications... First, and foremost, I am straight. I am married and have no "romantic" inclinations toward men. While I continue to enjoy my bisexual oral fantasies, the notion of gay or bisexual "romance" or "intimacy...
Beca Mitchell froze and then almost jumped out of her skin when she woke up. Something was pressed against her back and it was freaking her out. More accurately someone was pressed against her back, and she was in a strange bed/room she didn't recognise, and she initially wasn't sure what was going on. Then the cloudiness of sleep cleared her brain and she...
Britta was drunk. Meeting her old anarchist friends often meant downing an insane amount of alcohol and this time had been no exception. They had literally downed everything. If she were honest, Britta would have had to admit getting wasted at some dive bar had not been her original plan. Trying to pluck up the courage to discuss a failing relationship tur...
Note to reader: My last entry, "One Glass of Wine?" was not very good. That was partly because it was hastily prepared in fantasy mode. This version, "One Glass of Wine, Revisited" (without a question mark) is, I think, better and here is why. The first was fiction, with things added that I would like to see done to me. But that is not up to me, so in this s...
Part II (Melanie) Chapter 1 I awoke on Monday morning to the annoying buzz of my alarm clock. Groggy, and wanting more of the peace I found in sleep, I hit the snooze alarm and rolled over. I tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep, but the events of the previous night came flooding into my head, pushing out the lingering cobwebs of my dreams. Had I dr...
Tom and Judy kept each other at arms length for the next several weeks, but both were wrestling with their inner emotions, and Judy was wracked with guilt about her unfaithfulness. Lynne had her suspicions that all was not right. Judy had seemed distant, and in bed their relationship had stalled. It came to a head when Lynne found Judy crying one evening,...
From his sixth story apartment window there was even less to see than usual on this rainy day. Heavy clouds and fog hung over tall buildings like ghosts. His cavernous alley view—-with the metal dumpster at the bottom, whose ear-splitting reverberations echoed mercilessly in his ears whenever it was emptied in darkness at six in the morning—-was broken only...
Hi. I am really grateful for the platform that Lit provided me to use and abuse. This is my way of giving back. This is intended for new Writers/Authors who are interested in learning a practical, technical method of developing their stories. Since I am posting this on Lit, the article focuses on Authors wishing to write and post on Lit and similar forum...