This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters herein described and persons living or dead is purely coincidental – except for the band; they rock. *** The disks sat benignly in a jumble next to me on the bed. Benignly? There was an aura of malevolence about them, like a coiled snake. I wasn't ready to deal with the issue, yet deal...
Authors note: Like most erotic stories mine are a mixture of fact and fantasy. My main character, you could say my heroine, is based wholly on my beautiful and sexy wife Susan. As a writer I hate stereotypes but I don't apologise for the fact that Susan really does have 34DD tits, with large coral coloured nipples, as her photographs and good brassieres both...
Eyes brimming with tears, Diane left Jack's house without a word. Jack put on a pair of underpants, climbed back into bed, and slept another three hours. But it wasn't a restful sleep. Erotic images of Diane kept intruding, along with tactile sensations and bits of conversation that felt real. Was it imagined or remembered? Waking up became tortuous. His...
It was 9 PM on a cold Tuesday night and I was sitting at a bar on the other side of town. I had a date set up with a married man I'd first met online. It wasn't really so much a date, as it was a quick get together for sex. We've had sex twice before and most likely this will be our last encounter. I was no longer looking for a relationship or an emotional c...
Jamie is a classic red haired beauty. Her long curly hair falls to the middle of her back, with sweet legs that seem to go on forever. Her pale green eyes flash with the mischief only a highly intelligent woman can bring to spice up a relationship. Her pendulous breasts and firm rear can't be hidden below her tweeds and sweaters. I'd been trying to figure ou...
A common cliché these days when a married couple seems to be having trouble is that they have "grown apart." I presume that means that their interests have diverged, or that they have become less tolerant of accommodating the diverse interests that they always had, or that things that used to be important to both are only important to one of them, or - most...
When I'd arrived in town for my fifteen year high school reunion, I hadn't been expecting much of anything. Just a chance to swap some stories with some old buddies, relive some of our past glory, and maybe to make fun of anyone whose lives hadn't turned out quite the way they had planned. But my mind was still buzzing from the not so overt sexual innuendos...
It was 6:30pm and Allison looked out the window once more in hopes she would see Shawn returning home from the office with his coworkers. The food was prepped and the beer was cold. The weekly Poker Night was a resent addition to the normally mundane schedule. This little tradition was introduced by Brandi, a girlfriend of one of Shawn's coworkers. Allison a...
I apologize to avid readers of Literotica for the length of this submission. Sam and Marcia would not quit playing around. He keeps losing weight, the fun and games get longer. I wanted to break it up into seven sections for your reading ease, but that violates the submission guidelines for the Summer Lovin contest into which I wish to submit it. Easier for...
Well sorry for the delay, but life in Creepyrville is just annoyingly simple. Work sucks, as we all know, and life has a habit of fucking with my program! but enough excuses from me, here ya go! For some of you who now my work by now this might be up your alley, for those who don't well now's the time to famlliarize yourself with what I do. have to shout out...