For a few years now I have been conducting a series of interviews with authors on Literotica. This is the ninth in the series, with the author lovecraft68. He came highly recommended to me by a number of readers, and while not originally that familiar with his work, after reading a few stories I understood why people were so enthusiastic. I think you'll appr...
This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote. * Locked away in an asylum since Nude Day, a man has a breakthrough. * "Nude Day. Nude Day. Every day is Nude Day. Nude Day. Nude Day. Every day is Nude Day." "Hi, I'm Doctor--" "I know who you are," said the patient sitting on the couch in front of the doctor's chair and looking insanely angry. "Just bec...
“Ah! Ah! Ahhh!” A woman screamed as she climaxed. The orgasm was strong enough to knock her unconscious. Her body was dragged to the side, as another woman slowly impaled herself on, now free, erect shaft. You observed all of this, knowing that soon it would be your turn. You kneeled naked on the floor, grinding your pussy against the toes of The Only Man in...
Some while ago I was reading contributions to the 'How To' category here on Literotica and I came upon one, and I cannot recall what it was about now, but what I do remember is that its author claimed never to be in a state of sexual excitement when writing. Rather, he claimed, he was too busy seeking the right word, the mot juste, to allow arousal to get in...
NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month, is an interesting concept: write at least 50,000 words in thirty days or less, specifically during the month of November. With an average of 1,666.667 words per day required to remain on track to meet this goal, it truly is a test of quantity over quality. One of my resolutions for 2008 was to "win" NaNoWriMo, despi...
After a long time coming, a lifetime of suffering, the first day of summer is when an aging cross dresser finally gives into the life he's always wanted to live. As if a new beginning, as if being born again, Donald looked to his transformation from man to woman, as his emergence from moth to butterfly. He couldn't wait to fly away to start his life anew. P...
Bostonfictionwriter's Last Story With sadness and trepidation, this is my last story. In two years, I've written 602 stories and 69 poems. I'm proud of everything I've written. At the time I wrote them, it was the best that I could write and not only have I learned a lot but also I've improved as a writer. Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote this Dying Swan poem be...
Author's Note: This story is rather experiemental in form. It isn't a straightforward narrative like most erotic stories. It is similar to my non-erotic novel, City of Pillars. It isn't for everyone. I am writing this. I am sitting and I am writing. The hotel bar is dark, the bright glow of the laptop shines in my face, illuminating me to the two or three o...
I should become a spy. I would be good at it too. I mean, I'm short, cute, and sometimes I can pretend I'm very dumb. I'm not at all petite or thin so if they were looking for the next James Bond girl, I wouldn't be it. No one would suspect that I was a spy. I could listen in on conversations and pass on important information to those that needed it. Yes, I...
In her email, she told me her name was Brooke Anne Jackson. She came right out and asked. Her spelling was gruesome. I want you to write a story about me. I'm a 19 year old college student. I'm bi, I turned 2 of my high school friends into pussy loving lesbians. I even seduced one of their mothers. I have pierced nipples and I'm thinking about getting a ri...