Most stories don't fit neatly into just one category. This story started in one direction but the characters decided to go their own way. You decide! Where does it belong? The first time I saw Roxie she was on her knees sucking a cock on the side of a bar in Geneva-on-the-Lake. It was Fourth of July weekend in 1986 my first summer after college. I was twent...
When I got home I could hardly stop thinking about the wild night with Judi. I didn't even care if my wallet was empty. I was going to work plenty of overtime that next month to make up for it. Judi gave me specific orders not to call her but she would call me whenever she was not busy. About two days later on Tuesday after work I got a call from Judi who wa...
I keep hearing from otherwise intelligent people that Middle-Eastern women are oppressed, dull and submissive. Whoever professes that belief obviously never met me. My name is Leila Alkhani, and I'm a gal with a story to share with you today. I was born in the City of Darab, southern Iran, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My parents, Alexandre Alk...
Linus Waterson's hands were shaking. He had never been in a sex shop before. The quiet 20 year-old was a sheltered young man and it took him days to get up the courage to finally go to "The Adult's Playground". It was 20-minutes until ten pm, when the sex shop would be closing. Linus figured that by going just before the store closed, he would be less likel...
As has often been said, men in unexpected situations think with what's between their legs, not their brains. As a woman, I am happy to report that this is true, at least a large percentage of the time, because it benefits me. Got one helluva story to share with you, ladies and gentlemen. I am Farah Hussein, a tall, curvy and lovely Somali-Canadian Muslim sis...
I know I'm not exaggerating when I say that the advent of the Internet has led to a lot more cheating, sordid affairs, and straying spouses than ever before in history. I know there are plenty of cyber affair stories here in Literotica. This is a fictional story, but I am sure quite common in today's cyber world of loving wives. * My name is Rick. I am 47...
The young black stud remained by the pool for only an hour this time. The unintentional tension in the air caused by this black stud was obviously making all 13 of us white husbands feel uncomfortable. Our pretty white wives had so many moments where they were uncharacteristically quiet and somber, yet they tried to keep some form of communication inside t...
If this submission has a familiar ring to it, yes, an old classic was my inspiration--but with my own twists and interpretations. I originally wrote the story in 2004, my first foray into authorship, in third person, but have since changed it to first person. I just wanted to see if I could put together a coherent story with dialogue. It is an unadulterated...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * I felt a little less faint after I had finished some chicken soup. The sounds of the pool party continued as I returned to the sofa and tuned into a mindless program on television. Clutching my small pillow, I tried desperately to drown out the sounds of this gathering. It se...
On the weekend before the Fourth of July holiday in 2009, the wives had an idea. They had been talking about making it a special "get together" this time, in honor of the holiday. This particular year would be an extended holiday weekend due to the fact the 3rd of the month fell on a Friday and the 4th fell on a Saturday. Most businesses would be closed on...