I write erotic literature. That means I get a lot of e-mail. Some of it is very flattering; some of it is very obscene; some of it makes me cum. Not long ago I got an e-mail from Dave and Erin--a couple in their twenties--telling me how they read my stories to each other while having sex. Erin loves to role-play and tease her lover. My stories help, they sa...
Chapter 15 Wednesday 1 -- Afternoon I hadn't anticipated applause, but Enrique on the security desk gave me an enthusiastic round when I arrived. At least DeShawn contented himself with a head shake and a thumbs-up. I was confused "What did I do?" They both started laughing, but DeShawn managed to answer "Made a sex kitten out of the scariest dragon...
At Samuel Ezra Xander University, a small, private, liberal arts college on the east coast there are several options for freshman living. One of these options is the Johnson Complex, and it’s considered the best place a freshman could live. Twelve buildings, Forty-Eight students per building, a lounge, every room has AC, and it’s in a great location on campu...
A stereotypical black on blonde gang-bang. I hope you enjoy the story. I might be in for some flak for this from the usual suspects, but ... Feedback via public comments below, PM on Lit, or email is fine. If you want a response, email is best. Please forgive any errors that are likely here. GA - Antigua, Guatemala. 10th May 2012. * They were in the wr...
Riley sat on the couch in her basement in a short, cotton dress. It was wintergreen and it barely covered her bubbly little ass. Her full breasts and her wide hips made perfect curves. She was short, barely 5 ft 2, and a little chubby. Her hair was cut into a bob, the blonde locks resting just above her shoulders. Her parents had just gone to sleep and she...
It never happens how you think when you're an eighteen year-old virgin. You imagine the flowing drapes and the passionate romance--that sweet tension in the air that let's you know that everything is going to be purely miraculous. You imagine dancing in formalwear after the Senior Prom, you imagine things involving time, fluidity, and that unique kind of pla...
A rusted out, squeaking Gran Torino drove down a long private stretch of road just outside of Greenwall. Inside sat Kenneth Clark called Kenny or sometimes Ken by near everyone he knew and the very proud owner of the classic clunker. His thick brown hair was medium in length, yet short enough that he never needed to worry much about having a bad hair day, us...
Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose mother gave her a pink cape with a hood, and she loved her pink cape, and she wore it everywhere she went. She wore it so often that everyone started calling her Little Pink Riding Hood. She wore it for years and years, so that when she'd got it, it had been long enough for her to sit on, and now she had grown...
A strong wind blew through the streets of Delfino City. Rachelle's hair wove wildly around her head. She took shelter in a bus stop since she had to take the bus back home from school. Having some time to kill, she grabbed a magazine out of her schoolbag and started reading an article, something about keeping unusual pets. Despite the fact that she took shel...
(Authors note: First time doing this so I honestly have no idea what I’m doing) Welp, it’s official, this guy is a fucking weirdo. Here you are, sitting on the bus, trying to get home from work, minding your own business, when the creep next to you keeps leaning over every 10 seconds to look at your watch and ask what time it is. Please for the love of god g...