So, I will admit, when I first came to Literotica, I was looking for the goods. You know, DA GOOOODZ. Porn, smut, licentious lit! Dirty, sweaty sex served up in the sweet package of a short story. Cheap thrills that last only as long as fingers fly. And did I find that? Hell yes! In spades! But much to my amazement, I also found, lo and behold! Real writers....
It started innocently enough. We were out shopping, browsing for interesting vegetables that were also on special offer, and had decided to pop up for a quick look upstairs: on the floor with lingerie, underthings, and shoes. I had every intention of behaving myself, until they caught my eye. "Um. Darling?" My wife turned around. She was a little ahead of m...
I'm meeting her for the first time. We exchange pleasantries but I rely on casual observation to be drawn to her confidence and poise. From what I can gather, she's read a book or two, which is a good thing. I am drawn to strong, bright women and she's all of those things at the very least. She's got an electric sensuality. I try not to be obvious, but I'm...
After coming home from college I saw for the first time my 39 year old mom was being concerned for the first time in years with her personal appearance for the first time in years even before her divorce. She was wearing her reddish brown hair long and wore a short miniskirt. She was very upbeat instead of being depressed as she had been since I was in high...
Abbey and Gorge had been together since high school and married almost twelve months ago. They had always been open about sex, and explored many things, dominance and submission, various positions and toys. More recently they had been playing with sharing partners, never actually having done it they would talk out their fantasies in bed. Abbey started to not...
The sun has barely risen over the horizon; light from your window paints the room orange and gold -- the colors of dawn, a new beginning. Today is the day. You slip out of bed and into your clothes, a black cloak over some brown leather common clothes. You lace up your boots and head downstairs into the kitchen, where your mother has set out breakfast for th...
Here I sit on another football Sunday just wasting the day away. Let's see what I have accomplished so far; I woke up around eight am and poured my self my ritual vodka a juice to start the football morning off right (no I am not an alcoholic but on Sundays since I live on the west coast and my football pregame shows start at 8 am I like to be glowing by th...
Author's Note: This was written for a short story competition with the theme of Colors. Entries had to be a thousand words or fewer. There is not much sex in this story, so be forewarned. Enjoy! *** "Why do I have to be Mr. Pink?" As he woke from a deep sleep, Ebron Johnson recognized the classic line from one of his favorite movies but it didn't coincide...
I sincerely apologize to every human on the planet with Italian heritage (including mine own dear Grandmother) for my awful interpretation of the Italian accent. Just sayin'. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was another late night and Stephanie was worn out. S...
Chapter 7 Flirting with Disaster "Something smells good," grunted Titus walking into the dining room. "Mmmph," agreed David, chewing his chicken. Beth's smile had left her face as soon as she heard Titus' motorcycle pull up. "Beth cooked me dinner," he said after swallowing. Titus looked down the table. Arrayed on the top was a roast chicken, mashed potat...