I was determined to write a transsexual and/or cross-dressing story for Literotica's 2008 Survivor Contest. I thought that I had written a cross-dressing story when I wrote Do You Know A Cross-Dresser, Ch. 02, but that was placed in the Reviews and Essays Category. Then, I thought that I had written a transsexual story when I wrote Transsexual Sex with Vinni...
a note from the author: One of the things I enjoy about Science Fiction is the chance to take ideas that wouldn't work in the real world and have a little fun with them. A theme I find curious is the idea that aliens are studying Earth culture via old TV and radio broadcasts they've picked up from deep space, then basing all their in-sights and observations...
[Author's Note: I would like to thank all my fans that have written to me over the several years it has taken to complete this novel. Your comments, suggestions and ideas have provided me with some great material. You have my gratitude. This last chapter of "Aunt Phoebe's Masturbatorium" will represent my final excursion into writing erotic literature for a...
I woke up, my head was foggy and as I opened my eyes I could barely see my surroundings. I was in a dimly lit room, maybe a cave more than a room. It smelt damp and earthy. I heard whimpering from somewhere behind me. I turned to look and I saw a group of people huddled together in some sort of caged off area. I tested my legs and slowly got up. There was...
We had met at the grocery store. "OMG it's my yoga teacher Mike" your sister squealed, "You need to meet him!" and she ran up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was tall, white, slim, grey hair at my temples and in my beard. I was wearing a dark suit and a big smile, my hand almost on your sister's ass while she pecked my cheek and hung her arms ar...
What's up people? Steve Salomon here. I'm a big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Up until recently, I considered myself the luckiest guy in the world. I'm close to completing my studies in the business management program at the Sprott School of Business of Carleton University. And I have, no, had the love of...
The name is Adam Howard. I'm a six-foot-two, kind of chubby but still good-looking young Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Life is okay these days. It's the summer of 2009. I am having a good time in the city of champions. Sure, there are lots of racist cops, dumb-ass crooks of all races and hot-tempered chicks around but that's no rea...
As salam alaikum, people. My name is Hodan Qadir, and I'm a Somali Muslim sister living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I'm five-foot-ten, curvy and dark-skinned, with long black hair which I almost always tuck away under my modest Hijab. Just one of thousands of pious, Hijab-wearing Somali Muslim sisters living in the Ottawa/Gatineau Metropolitan Area. You...
It was all so familiar. The sand grating at her back. The water washing over her body. Her pillow of impossibly tangled and sand speckled hair. And most importantly, obviously, irrevocably, him. His well sculpted body gleaming golden in the setting sun. His touch, trailing over the sensitive underside of her arms, around her wet, cold, hard nipples, down he...
Part 14 - "Into the Shadows" LATE IN 1997 "It seems like everything in the Summit Conference preparations was coming together," observed Sophia. I agreed, unable to say more due to the toast with marmalade in my mouth. We were having breakfast in our room in the Oxford, Room Service now having become our practice. It was a luxury, but Sophia's business was...