The car rolls slowly along, my heart fluttering like crazy. I know I must do this, but I still tremble beside him. I clench my coat tighter to my nude body, preparing for when we both must part. There it is, I can see it. The orange shiny pylon standing like a beckon by the side of the road. Traffic driving by on one side, people walking merrily on the othe...
The off-white minivan swerved a little as it negotiated the college driveway. "Sorry about that," muttered the kid who'd volunteered to chauffeur Baldwin. The controversial author and speaker had himself been a student just four years earlier. He was about halfway through a campus tour. Earlier appearances had been met by youthful protesters, waving slogan...
Story design: NUDE DAY 2019 A feminist french college professor decides it's time for women to stand up against body shaming An alarm angrily attacked my senses to stir me from my deep slumber. I smashed the thing to pieces and looked at my phone. Snap, it's fathers day. My father is a hypocritical fool. He always told me, "Bella, dress conservatively and...
She woke on the hard floor of the cellar. She could hear the radio on upstairs and thought that it must be morning. Her bones creaking and muscles aching, she stretched as much as she could. Nauseated, the stench of her dried urine sickened her. Old tins of paint and varnish lay around the floor, long forgotten, like her. The cellar was a cold, dirty place....
That would have been fine if it had been a normal day at work. Instead, there was an incident Ron wasn't sure how to handle. On Monday and Tuesday, he'd been pretty careful to keep people from noticing that he had an erection for most of both days. He did wear a jacket, but it didn't quite come down low enough. So mostly, he just stayed at his desk. There we...
The blanket wrapped tightly about her otherwise naked body, she kneels before the fireplace. As she basks in the warmth of the fire, she watches the wild dances of the many flames, drawn in by their hypnotic movements. Focusing her attention on the yellow-orange light, she falls inside herself, deep into her mind, thinking back upon the evening, an evening h...
As Sabah reached orgasm, she clenched her thighs together. It was her habit, she always did it. The motion pressed her fingers against her clitoris, making the sensation on the little organ all the more intense, and allowing her to feel, its throbbing; she believed the clenched thighs increased her vulva's contractions too. She threw her head back, and let o...
It feels odd writing a preface for an article this short, but what the hell. Anyway, these are some things that I wish that I had known when I started out. The existence of this "how-to" should in no way lead anyone to infer that I think that I am a top tier Literotica writer. I don't. What I do believe is that I'm better now than I was when I started. Advi...
I've just gotten off a red-eye flight for a business conference. Since the airport is some distance outside the city center, I've elected to get a cab directly to the conference rather than stop at my hotel. I figure I wouldn't be able to check in yet anyway, seeing as the breakfast hour isn't even over, let alone checkout time. The downside of this choice i...
Here at Literotica there is probably no category more heterogeneous, and occasionally controversial, than Loving Wives. Unsurprisingly, it is also one of the most popular. It doesn't take a whole lot of research to discover that for a great many men there is nothing hotter than a married hottie. The vast majority of Loving Wives stories have the common them...