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Steve Richardson Speaks

by DeniseNoe on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Interview with Steve Richardson, publisher of CF Publications, a company devoted to erotic spanking stories. On the website of CF Publications at http://www.cfpub.com, it bills itself as "the oldest and largest publisher of spanking stories in the world." It publishes seven magazines devoted to erotic spanking and publishes stand-alone spanking stories. CF...

Black on Black Cuckolding is Nice

by Samuelx on Apr 3, 2019
Group Sex

Don't believe the stereotypes, ladies and gentlemen. Black cuckolds do EXIST. My name is Jeanette Langlois and I'm a woman of Haitian and French Canadian descent living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. My mother, Annabelle Jean was Haitian and my father, Roger Langlois was white, of French Canadian descent. I guess that technically makes me mixed but I alway...

Niagara Falls' Room With A View

by JRob on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

When people ask me where I get the ideas for my erotic stories, I give them a simple answer: writing erotica is a little like making Kool Aid. The gem of the idea --- the Kool Aid packet --- is the starting point. Imagination --- the addition of water and sugar --- provides the rest of the final product. Yes, I would love it if each and every word I've wri...

My Aggressively Horny Buttocks!

by Ashesh9 on Sep 14, 2017
How To

This is an esoteric yogic technique: centuries old. * I jackknife my ass into my sub's vagina and thrust into her yoni/pussy repeatedly as the two-petalled Mooladhara chakra or male prostate gland blossoms at the impact of my horny buttocks into willing feminine warmth, vulnerability and submissiveness. I get the same excitement in this action that a horn...

Horn of Plenty

by alexcarr on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Martha is the wife of a Don at Manchester University. They have an open marriage and Eric, that's her husband, has no objections about Martha taking in a toy boy. (That's me) She calls me her horn of plenty, picks me up from University on a Thursday afternoon and makes up a meal of juicy steak and chips before we aspire to do our thing. She is a big noise...

EuroLetters Ch. 05

by Goldeniangel on Sep 13, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Dear Clara, Oh darling, you should be so sorry that you're missing out on this trip! I'm having the most fantastic time... We're in Amsterdam now and we went to the Red Light district today, it was so much fun! There were sex stores everywhere, I ended up buying an elastic whip as a joke... but more about that later! After we all had fun getting new thing...

The Lilac Hotel

by LaurelAspen on May 15, 2018
BDSM

The Hotel is the epitome of discretion; you'll find no advertisements or marketing of its services, not even a sign over the front door. The guests are famous, powerful people who demand -- and can afford -- a strictly private stay. Consequently this establishment is discriminating of whom it allows across the threshold. Making a reservation is not a forego...

A Gentle Whisper Ch. 01

by occasus514 on Oct 11, 2017
Fetish

****Okay literotica members: This is my first attempt at writing any type of erotica....This does have some erotic undertones as the story wraps, but the primary focus is a Domestic Discipline relationship at work. I will appreciate constructive feedback, but if you're just going to be mean, just keep shushed. Remember the old adage...."If you can't say some...

In Search of a Muse: Mia

by gamecock_fantasies on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

To date, all of my stories have been inspired by muses (as their titles explain). By that I mean that a woman reached out to me (usually with a forum response or message to me as a writer here) and confided either a fantasy or a favorite experience they thought would make for a naughty bit of erotica. If I enjoy it, from there I'll try to build a story that...

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...