A True Story. At the age of 49, Myron felt that he had reached a certain degree of success in both his professional and personal life. He had worked diligently throughout his academic and business careers to be in the position he now was. He had put the failures of his past love life far behind him, and he was now going on his 14th year with this corporat...
Still 10 years earlier... I search for her in the long aisles of computers that line the first floor of the school library. Every seat is taken by students frantically typing out term papers and submitting projects online to their professors. I turn back to the first row of computers again, no luck. I pull out my phone. Are you here? My phone vibrates. Yo...
Hello and welcome to my readers. Thank you for your votes, feedback and comments on my previous submittals. It is always a pleasure to hear from you. Thanks to RogueLurker for her skillful editing and geekychick_76 for her comments and suggestions. ____________________ From the moment it emerged fully formed from its parent, the creature was hungry - a ra...
Day 0 – Meeting Edvin, a virgin I was very, very drunk. He was very red in the face, very bald, had a very large smile. He looked like a balloon car salesman. I suppose I should have been more careful but how could I have known what he was? I still don't know what he was. We were talking about women. Well, I suppose we were talking about fucking. I remi...
What many do not realize is that Andy Warhol's "15 minutes" applies to all, whether we're talking about our beloved Literotica here or the "more mainstream" publishing arena. How widely a piece of writing is read depends on how it generates "publicity." This reflection, however, pertains to LITEROTICA only. Its main focus is on story flaws. There are tons o...
Eight a.m. in Phoenix, and already starting to heat up. Looking down, I could see that the sidewalk outside my hotel was wet from the automatic sprinkler. As I walked out into the courtyard, my glance caught the unmistakable motion of unharnessed boobs, and I gazed unabashedly, knowing that my mirror sunglasses hid my stare from view. She was young, with a...
This story is fiction. It includes interracial, group, rough, lesbian sex. The main character is sexually used and abused much to her own enjoyment. If you don't like this kind of story, you may want to consider reading a romance novel. ***** Bobbie rested up the next day after her ordeal with Marwynn and her big dyke friends from the night before. She had...
She lingered on the patio over a cup of coffee absentmindedly day dreaming. The kids had caught the bus to school and her husband was off to work. She had plenty of time before she had to be to the library where she volunteered for two hours several times a week. The house was immaculate, the bills were paid, the checkbook balanced. He worked long and hard a...
I like wearing form-fitting clothing when I'm in my Back Bay condo. It makes me feel sexy and powerful and so after awakening I put on an opaque body suit from Wolford. It cradles each and every curve of my body. Some nameless jerkoff loser bought it for me last month. I spend most of the morning reclining in bed, reading the new Jami Attenberg novel, whil...
"Brothers and sisters, Hell is growing. Hell is growing by leaps and bounds..." the preacher's voice droned on. Paul sat as far back as he could, wishing the asshole would shut up so he could get the bowl of soup that he had come there for and he could join his buddies drinking wine in the park a few blocks away. "I wish I didn't need to eat so I wouldn't h...