I have written my share of smut here at Literotica, but this is different. It is a true story, a love story (although a very dirty one.) It may not be the best stroke material, because it involves poetry, revelations, dizzying heights of happiness, and bitter disappointments. But go ahead, read it. You only go around once. Prelude Something remarkable ha...
I suspect an apology or two are due. I never really intended to write this story as long as this, but like Topsy, it just grew. I could not seem to stop once I had started and chapter followed chapter followed-- well you get the idea. It will take a few days for the complete story to come through, probably a chapter a day. It is all written but I am still ch...
Part 1 I could feel the moisture building between my legs. I was so tempted to reach down and touch myself. I held off, I wanted to save it all for you. It was a warm day, and was so glad that I had decided to wear a cool summer dress without anything on underneath. I could feel my car's airconditioner blowing cool air on my legs, I would like to say that i...
So we finally get a Friday night all to ourselves. It's been too long since the last time we had no children to worry about for the evening. Well since before our youngest was born 18 months ago. Fortunately she is now old enough to go to grandma's house for the night with her sister and we finally get to be alone. We made plans all week to go to dinner, ha...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. - All our troubles started when we found the old pram. It had be...
I was divorced with no kids. I was also bored with work and bored with my life. I needed a major distraction and fortunately I had lots of vacation time I needed to use. An ad for a Cancun vacation drew my interest; it claimed air and hotel for seven days for less than it would cost me to fly to New York and stay one night. My life was such that I did not h...
Author's note: This brief story is mostly fictional (the SlugFest is real). All sexual activities involve only humans over age 18, or adult non-humans. Details of gastropod sexual anatomy and activity may be glossed-over. Language effects and irony are intentional; don't freak out. For reader convenience, non-Anglish and non-human communications are presente...
On Thursday Suzanne and I laid in bed a bit later than normal, we had returned from a long day at the beach with our new acquaintances on Wednesday, grilled some burgers we had in the fridge and ate them with some salad and baguette we had picked up at the site store. I had questioned Suzanne about her feelings after stripping off on the beach. "Well, I gue...
Chapter Nine: It's Friday, I Have a Full Shift to Pull Today and Tonight. At 7:00am sharp we are all waken up. This is our daily wake up call and soon sissy Traci as our dorm room's head sissy maid has us all up and ready to go to our morning routine which will be a group enema, group shower, shave face and when need be the rest of our body hair then to do...
Prelude to The Perfectly Imperfect Marriage: Until Death Do We Part or Divorce. A descriptive definition that contradicts itself, what is perfectly imperfect? We're all perfectly imperfect in one way or another, with some more and some less to some degree than others. No one and nothing is perfect. That's life and that's the problem with being human. We al...