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Sex, Power & Knowledge

by Chocky Girl on Sep 15, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Slight introduction: This is my fourth piece written for Literotica and it's not quite like my other things. I have had a lot of very favourable and interesting feedback so far - mostly from men. But I would be very interested in hearing from women telling me of their experiences and fantasies (especially those interracial ones) and how they relate to my...

Days of the Raj Ch. 01

by aaronburr on Sep 17, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

(Let me lead you through the sepia-toned, historic setting for this tale - colonial India - where you will experience some of the most delicious Clothed Female Naked Male fun you have ever come across. On the banks of the Ganges the senior boys' college was filled with aristocratic 18 year olds, thrillingly subject to the discipline of female English teacher...

Ken's Fantasy

by carolinky on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Ken settled down in front of his computer and clicked on the power switch. He took a deep breath as the machine slowly began churning through its start up routines. He carefully leaned forward and felt for the microphone hidden near the speakers and clicked it on. Stan wouldn't have to know about the recording. Ken had been thinking about sharing the speci...

Fairfax Academy Ch. 03

by eyeglitter on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The dormitory at Fairfax Academy was something out of the eighteen hundreds. Instead of modern college residence halls, where students lived two or three to a room, the Fairfax girls slept in large rooms that spanned the entire length of he building. The four floors of the building each housed one class. Freshmen on the lower floor, and seniors at the top. E...

One Night in San Antonio Ch. 01

by blondewaitress on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

I would never have given him a second glance, to be honest. Not that he wasn't good-looking – hell, he was exceptionally fine. Around 6 feet tall, broad-shouldered and mixed blood with Hispanic brown skin and pale green eyes, he caught my eye the moment he walked into the room that night. But I wasn't on the prowl – I was in San Antonio on business, and he w...

Ken's Fantasy

by carolinky on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Ken settled down in front of his computer and clicked on the power switch. He took a deep breath as the machine slowly began churning through its start up routines. He carefully leaned forward and felt for the microphone hidden near the speakers and clicked it on. Stan wouldn't have to know about the recording. Ken had been thinking about sharing the speci...

A Different Kind of Dance

by lamignonne on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

It had been three days and we'd barely left his bed, let alone his apartment. This suited me fine. In fact, if he hadn't been in charge I'd probably have orgasmed myself into an exhausted coma. I'd come pretty close to doing this on my own in the past—days when every hour of self-pleasure just fed the next, until my libido was so revved, my body so sensitive...

Mrs Johnson's Opening Gambit

by adoration on Sep 1, 2017
First Time

It was 10 years ago now, but I can remember every sight, sound and smell of that incredible week-end. Mum had to go up to London for reasons she never explained and while I was 18-years-old I was still very much a "mummy's boy". Crikey, have I grown up! Anyway, mum called over the back yard fence and our neighbour, Mrs Johnson came out and walked down her g...

Restaurant

by StoryTeller07 on Sep 26, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Tuesdays was a quiet night but they needed all the business they could get so remained open. They had talked about starting a theme evening, without spending too much, to attract customers. While bandying ideas around Pauline mentioned, with a sly grin on her face, "I could dress up as a French maid, what do you think?" She didn't expect him to agree as it...

Do You Bonk, Shag or Screw?

by Pussyrider on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

"America and Britain are two nations divided by a common language". So said George Bernard Shaw. Or possibly Oscar Wilde. Or was it Winston Churchill? Anyway, there's a lot of truth in this statement, and it's something I'm never more aware of than when I'm writing a submission to Literotica. (Mark Twain maybe?) For those poor deprived souls not yet familia...