My name is Scott and I'm 35. From the get go, I have to admit that I've got an addiction issue. I am addicted to feeling my cock shoot hot cum into a wet pussy. Not just any pussy, but a pussy that belongs to a mature married woman with a really hairy snatch. I've had lovers from their middle 30's to their middle 60's, professional women, housewives, all sor...
Ok, this is something that was just percolating in my brain, because everyone hates a fade to black. The opening and closing parts are quoted from Gilmore Girls, but I tried to write it so that you don't necessarily need to know anything about that show to enjoy:) ***** Lorelai? This thing we're doing here, me, you? I just want you to know that I'm in. I'm...
This is a quickie, a very short story intentionally kept under 2,500 words to make it a quick read. As such, it can't possibly be arousing. There is sex in the story, and the sex is somehow integral in how events play out, but it's not arousing. That's not the goal. It is a story, first and foremost. Measure it's value on the punch the story packs, and the e...
Please note: the following is FICTION. There is no such company and no such products. ***** Men, are you frustrated because your wife or girlfriend is no longer the person she used to be? Perhaps she has gained weight or let herself go? Maybe she doesn't give you the appreciation and respect you deserve, or has terrible mood swings, or has a tendency to n...
"My name is Jerry and I have a sex addition." "Hi Jerry" the others in the room shouted out to him. "I'm here because I've got a high sex drive, I'm always wanting it and my wife can't keep up," I said. "I would never cheat on her so I turned to porn - the written word and videos. I guess it might be more of a porn addiction, than a sex addiction, and I d...
The following month John and Samantha saw more of one another, scheduling what time they could around their busy lives to be together. Brianna also saw more of John as Samantha now called on him more often to take care of her when she had a late night at the office. Things were moving along wonderfully until John again broached the subject of running more te...
Hi, I'm Annie... and I think I'm ready to share some of my stories. I say 'I think' because in this moment I'm really jazzed on the idea. But... I'm also under the influence of a couple of excellent margaritas... and they are inspiring my words. My hubby, Anthony, is the delight of my life... and has been my partner-in-crime in my exhibitionist adventures d...
Imagine signing in to Literotica with a driver's license. It's the reality British citizens face in an effort to protect children from pornography. Since I can't even synch my nudes with the cloud, I have no idea how Britain intends to safeguard the privacy of the millions of users on pornhub. But there are enough articles about why that won't work. Bear w...
I followed him. I don't know how I managed to do it, but I did. Every single move that James made, I shadowed. I saw her. I saw this woman that was so much better than me. She looked so damn frail. For some reason, I couldn't seem to be able to process why James would choose this painted little stick figure of a woman over me. When I looked her over, I was a...
The music was rhythmic, a monotonous synthetic beat, too precise actually, too perfect, and eventually the beat struck Donna like a pillow to the head. It didn't hurt; it simply enslaved him and his head began to almost imperceptibly bob up and down, invisible to those who did not know him. But he was incapable of dance. That required an effort, or an order....