With all the thousands of erotic stories written for Literotica every year there are some writers who will try to expand the boundaries of what is considered normal erotica and explore what some might consider very odd or deviant. When you think of it, after a while a lot of these stories begin to seem the same, I mean it's this hard throbbing cock d...
It's very important to keep one's eyes on trends. Black sexuality is political. There is an emerging movement, very much like feminism of the 60s but dissimilarly driven, that has given rise to a segment of the population referring to themselves as sluts and whores as some sort of "empowerment". Some women are doing so without thought or consciousness, becau...
When I started to explore BDSM almost two years ago, I never expected the 1950's household to be a fetish within that community. Yet as I have discovered it makes perfect sense. This is merely the public vanilla expression of my submission. And just as its sexual manifestations are built upon respect, trust and love so too is this side of me. I do not do it...
The year is 2008. The place is New England. And my bitch is black, folks. And he likes it rough. Am I a lucky woman or what? My name is Marie Louise Nelson. Friends call me M.L. and find it funny. At six feet two inches tall and two hundred and sixty pounds, I'm nothing to laugh at. I'm a big and tall, thick-bodied and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-e...
You wake to the sounds of me rummaging through your closet, throwing your clothes on the floor. You watch quietly as I drop all of your pants and the skirts and dresses that are longer than I like into a growing pile. I hand you a short black skirt and a see through white silk shirt. You follow me as I head to your dresser and open your lingerie drawer. You...
This is a new story which I've just written and shared elsewhere too. I hope you enjoy it. In common with many of my stories, it features bodily functions and if that's not your thing you may prefer to give it a miss. Please note that my stories are meant to entertain and titillate, not offend - I say this with particular reference to any Bostonian readers...
I call you and tell you to be ready to go out in 15 minutes, no bra or panties - you understand you won't be needing them tonight. I pull-up and honk as you rush out to the car knowing that making me wait is never good. You are excited, wearing the micro mini and halter and nothing else. I see your aroused nipples and can smell your pussy leaking. The only...
You open your eyes and find yourself in a completely white room, or at least you think it's a room, devoid of anything save for a white table and two white chairs. You are sitting in one of them, and in the one across from you sits a man with blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and wearing an impeccable white suit. He gives you a smile that you can't help but find...
And so, the ladies had settled their argument. Madame was staying and I was going to serve her, if I wanted or not... Madame was clearly aware of my discomfort with this situation. She closely watched the expressions on my face while she talked to Mistress. Mistress had left the room to fetch a stepladder for elderly Madame which she needed to climb the thro...
I had been waiting for some time to meet a cross dresser I had encounters on the net. Our frequent chats online invariably ended with us being unable to co-ordinate our free time and ended in frustration at our failure to meet and satisfy our cravings. Eventually a time and date were set and I spent the intervening time in eager anticipation of our meeting....