My husband had always wanted me to pose for professional quality nudes. However finding a photographer who specialized in that sort of work is not as easy as one might think. Little did we know that there was someone right under our noses who was an accomplished photographer and who could make our fantasy come true, with some added pleasure we hadn't counted...
After posting our stories describing how we started exchanging erotic photo's (and eventually ending up in a threesome) with a very good friend, we've received quite a few emails asking us questions about how we started, why we do it, and what we're doing now. This isn't really a story in the strictest sense of the word, but we thought that perhaps a biogra...
Kelli walked in right on time. She had always been prompt from the day I first started shooting her almost 20 years ago when she stumbled into my studio in the French quarter and asked for some head shots for her portfolio. "I'm an actress," she said. "Or at least I wannabe. I need something really professional that I can show agents in New York. Can you d...
It was an early September afternoon. The sky was cloudless, and it was still quite warm. I had traveled to a nearby state park for a hike in the woods. It looked like a beautiful day to enjoy nature. As I walked through the woods on a well-traveled trail, I felt relaxed. I absorbed the fresh smell of the woods and the peaceful sound of birds in the trees. T...
My name is Alisa French and I'm a Hotwife from Boise Idaho. It turns my husband on seeing how much of a whore I can be. The crazier I get, the more he loves it. About 10 years ago we started trying new things to spice up our sex life. We found several "dare" and wife sharing websites and made profiles on them. The first post we put up on the dare site I was...
The door. Most people rang the bell. He was sure some one had knocked. It was difficult to hear with the hail falling He ran to open it. Waiting was a woman. She was young, well, youngish, about his age. He saw her blue, red lips and the teeth behind them locked in a chatter. So cold, he wondered if it was dangerous out there and he looked, saw hail stones,...
Author's note: This is the beginning of an idea for a novel I have, and so this is an extremely slow-burn of a story, and doesn't get to any actual sexual writing until the very end. If you want to just masturbate, I'd suggest you skip over to that part. If you like reading fiction that isn't simple and plain pornography, I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the...
Mom knows. She found out about a year or two ago. I don't remember exactly when. Maybe after a year of writing for Lit, I guess. I was kinda surprised at her reaction. She told me she didn't care what I write, as long as I was making money at it. Was I? Of course, I had to say no. After all, what I write and submit here isn't written for money. It's written...
I feel I have to tell my story, to let others know how dangerous it can be to act on a whim, to misinterpret desire and allow events to carry themselves as far as they could possibly go. It began when I spotted an advert for a local photographer in a mainstream adult magazine. I decided that it would be great to posses some personal glamour photographs of...
As soon as I saw her, I wanted to eat her. Why is that, why you ask? I can't explain it. I think it was her sly knowing half grin. Well, it was more than that-it was her skin, like tawny silk, her half lidded dark eyes and her deep cleavage. Her low slung hip huggers suggested careful grooming which I imagined to be closely trimmed bush or altogether shaven....