Seventy-four-year-old author Sandra Grant discusses her debut short-story collection, which focuses on the sex lives and intimate relationships of characters in their 60s and 70s. JOHN WAYNE, HOST: This is POINT NETWORK. I'm John Wayne. There are some graphic sex scenes in Sandra Grant's new collection of short stories, "Scary Old Sex." But they're mostl...
Samantha Willcotts III, a widow for the last third of her seventy-two year life, approached what appeared to be terminal climax at 11:40 p.m. on a Thursday evening. The batteries in her super vibrator continued powering the instrument for almost thirty minutes after they were no longer needed. Friday morning, Peters, her forty-three, newly hired domestic, m...
Angelica O'Neill smiled to herself as she worked the dildo into the young Black woman's asshole. The six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, slightly chubby Irishwoman loved fucking willing young Black women in the ass. That's why she bought a thick strap-on dildo for that purpose. Amazingly, many of them were into it. Especially big and tall young Blac...
Elevator Dreams I'm flattered by the many nice and inspiring responses of the stories I wrote so far. Many are from men, some of women. I've received one from a woman of my own age. She is, just like me, a fat black old woman. We've started a chat session and she told me about a young white man, who lives in the same apartment building. I encouraged her to...
Author's Note: All graphically described sexual acts within this story involve characters that are at least 18 years old. This story is entirely fictional. It takes place in a completely fictional fantasy world loosely inspired by the 17th, and 18th, centuries, with hints of other time periods. There will be some drug usage, mild bondage, voyeurism, and bise...
Submitted to literotica.com by the author. * Couriers coming to the major city Dewgold were supposed to land in the courtyards of the courier centers. Zoa was perfectly aware of this, yet she led her twenty couriers to the main military center's courtyard. This day she wore her medal outside her shirt for anyone to see. A wide leather strap over her shou...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please give me the support of your vote. For those looking to read pornography, I don't write pornography. This is not pornographic. I write erotica. There's plenty of sex at the end while still being erotic. There are no underage characters in this story. The three characters in the story are Brad, forty-something,...
Thanks for the intelligent comments about Ch. 1! This is turning out to be a longer story than I originally expected. All characters are over the age of 18. As always, comments and feedback are cherished! ".........." ".........." "Heather?" ".........." "Heather?" The awed whisper came from somewhere behind Orchid as she stood in the darkness, her bod...
XXVIIThe Pursuit of HappinessTamara2094 The old lady staggered across the floor of Costa Starbucks while also carrying a tray on which unsteadily wobbled a mug of cappuccino and a slice of rich chocolate cake. It was obvious to Tamara that she needed help. There was also the fact that the coffee shop had no free tables available. "Can I help you?" Tamara a...
He didn't want to be here. Had it not been for his wife's insistence, he would be at the gaming tables in the casino. But a promise is a promise. Jeff stood by the side of the bar and let his eyes roam over the crowd of people. He hated these charity functions. They were the pet project of his wife, Eleanor. And since she had been called out of town on busin...