Author's introduction. I've not published to Literotia.com for long, with just two stories up. I'm pleased with the views, the hits my work gets. I'd like to see more comments. I've received some nice letters. I've been writing in open forums for about a decade, so I'm used to ignorant comments, somehow the reader mistaking my characters for me. I write s...
So I'm sitting on the couch late Saturday night when those annoying 1-900 commercials start to come on. This one's different. A beautiful woman is all decked out in a short mini skirt made of leather with a whip slapping against the inside of her hand. She catches my attention quick, "Ohhh...Hi there, baby," she begins with that soft sexy voice. "If you're i...
This story is true. Names have been changed so as not to piss off the participants. ___________________________ At the end of my high school career, my girl-friend and I took our fully-clothed relationship to the next level. Though we never had sex, we would strip and masturbate each other. Our favorite place to do this was the shower. The first time was...
We were teasing each other all day with text messages. My wife and I will on occasion do this to keep the boring day moving along. It is like dual personalities for us. We are able to say things to each other through text messaging we normally wouldn't say outside of the normal pillow talk during our less frequent sex sessions now days. Being married for e...
"I'm going to fuck you in that bathroom over there's slut." He hisses, chuckling, into your ear. One hand rests on your hip and the other is gripping your ass as he guides you forward. "You're going to get your cunt fucked in a mall bathroom, how does that make you feel?" He asked, moving his mouth to bite at your neck. You feel yourself shiver as his hands...
My selfless husband, An anxious autumn arrived today and brought with it the loveliest hues of browns, yellows, and reds. I don't imagine the desert offers you much in an assortment of colors? I watched crisp leaves, accompanied by a warm breeze; scrape across our driveway and neglected lawn, directionless and without purpose. A reflection of how I feel whe...
In memory of Mike Bikers do not have attitudes, stupid people piss them off. Don’t start with your snide remarks until I have finished my story first. Christmas time the bikers ride down the interstate carrying gifts tied to their bikes, or when a member has fallen they make sure the family left behind is well-taken care of and this begins my story. Mike w...
The day was slowly creeping to an end, and it was beautifully warm in my home. The windows were blowing ever so slightly and I languished by the Bay window, which sprung up from the rug of my landing. I watched the tops of the tree sway in the music of the night. I touched my breasts, as I looked far, far beyond the expanse in front of me. My nipples were...
(Author's Note: These stories originally began as a creation for My girl, I love her with all My heart, I dedicate these works to her.) beth woke up that morning quietly, Master was still asleep, and while she wanted to wake Him, she knew He'd expended a lot of energy last night when He was crying..how could He not have? His wracking sobs could still be f...
At last Julia entered the study. This had been Robert’s domain for years and she rarely entered it, always allowing him his privacy and space. It was now nine months since his death and today she felt that the time had come to clear away the remainder of his things. The house had been sold and she had found a bright maisonette in Belsize Park which she thoug...