erotica stories and histories

All sexual activity is with characters 18 years of age or older.
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Hey, how ya doin'? Name's Hugh Johnson. No, really! "Hugh," not Hubert, is actually on my birth certificate. Hugh is a long-standing family name due to a great-grandfather being a war hero or something, and I'm lucky enough to have been saddled with the Johnson surname as well. Even worse, my Dad's name is also Hugh. That's right: I'm Hugh Johnson, Jr....

After my first session as a bonafide hooker, my head was spinning.
Upon arrival back at Sasha's lair, I was grilled a bit about the experience. Being my first encounter, it was a more thorough inquiry than I experienced after future sessions, but in the end I had little to say and just hoped the men were pleased....

This story is told from Katie's point of view. For the other side of this experience--told through Jacky's eyes--check out "Angel's Landing (Jacky's POV)" by Jackhawk. We're writing from opposite ends of the same story, so be sure to follow both for the full experience.
****Please leave feedback I am a VERY new writer and would love to hear****...

I get his teams message "Come meet me for lunch today. It will be innocent. We'll be good. It's a public place."
We've focused on trying to build a friendship with the idea of our affair at its end. This lunch is meant to be innocent and just two work friends meeting up for lunch. I figure it's in a public place and we should be able to keep our hands to ourselves....

This is a dual POV series told from Jacky's POV. For the other side of this experience--told through Katie's eyes--check out "Angels Landing (Katie's POV)" by KatieEmily. We're writing from opposite sides of the same story, so be sure to follow both for the full experience. All my stories are fiction and all characters are presented as 18+ years of age....

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'I'm sorry,' said Jack, as they took a beer and sandwich break, having checked on the twins. 'I rather put the cart before the horse there.'
'But what a cart!' Paula laughed, lying flat on her stomach so as to lessen the pain in her butt.
'You seem - I don't what to seem intrusive or judgemental or anything like that - but you seem very experienced for one so young.'...

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Flickering Old Flames

This is the thirteenth of "The Pru Chronicles." Although much of the story is embellished, some more liberally than others, there is an element of truth woven throughout. Originally, only one of the Chronicles was intended to fully be fiction, with one other based on very real conversations that were leading to the events described but stopped short. A few more plausible but fiction stories have since been woven in, this one included. Still, a sliver of this one is...

I'd known Jill for a while as she works with my mum. I assumed she was in her early thirties and she always wore bright red lipstick which I couldn't take my eyes off when I spoke to her. She wasn't posh but she was very well spoken.
I was with my mum at a work gathering and I started talking to Jill. Even though she was 9 years older than me I still fancied her....

I was standing in the cramped office kitchenette, watching the electric kettle slowly work its way to a boil. It had just reached the stage where it was emitting a soft hiss and I had never understood where from, since there were no visible signs of boiling yet.
Beside it stood my teacup, tag dangling on its string. I rubbed my eyes; I really should go home. Deadline or no, I was no good to anyone when I was this tired....

Prelude - All across time and space there are points of divergence where time itself splits and follows a different line of events. Our point of divergence is a young woman named Maddie.
She lived her life under no rules but one: to never ever masturbate or else time itself would fall to chaos.
Eventually though she was consumed by the stirring of her body's lack of physical gratification and upon the fateful night of her first orgasm time much like her body rippled, curled and flung itself in a thous...

Mutant Capter 2


Sarge64

Rachel
It took them some time to get dressed. Rachel's blouse wasn't functional as Eric had popped most of the buttons when he ripped it off her. They both giggled like teen lovers, trying to piece it together. Her bra wasn't usable either so Rachel's solution was to discard them both, borrow Eric's shirt and wear her sweater over it. Her panties were shredded, and they giggled again when they both admitted they didn't know how or when Eric had removed them....

I had a lot of fun working on this story, just because it is so far away from my normal genre. Yep. First story on Literotica.,
There are multiple parts to this story, and they should be read in order. It may take a bit longer to get to the "juicy" parts, but I think they are worth the wait.
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if you have not read The Tenant Ch. 02: The Glass House, please read that to understand the context
Chapter Two: Morning Heat
The sun wasn't fully up when Dan stepped outside.
He wasn't even sure why he'd woken so early -- maybe the shift in place, the unfamiliar bed, or the weight of everything that had happened the day before. More likely, it was her. The way she'd looked in that loose white top. The glimpse of skin....

Fetishes are funny things. Where do you draw the line between something that's a turn-on or preference, and a full-blown fetish? What do we mean by the word 'fetish' anyway? There's a presumption in the term of something that is deviant, unhealthy; unhealthy in that it becomes obsessive, a suggestion you can't get off, or can't enjoy sex, without indulging the fetish....

Our family has always been quite close, even when you considered my older sister Julie, because she was twat, and objected to most things we did. My Mother made the excuse she was conservative. Our parents encouraged Julie and myself to be comfortable with our bodies, so nudity on the second floor of out home was encouraged. Mom was encouraging and complimentary our of appearance and took great care explaining everything about sex in detail. Seeing my parents shower and walk to their bedroom without towels ...

Break-ups are hard. Especially when the love of your life was caught with something rather illegal up his... I'll leave that to your imagination. So here I am! In beautiful Positano, on the Amalfi coast. Alone and single. Yes, of course I ditched that loser, but to come on a couples holiday, alone is a serious crime in my opinion. Donovan was left at Manchester airport, with the police. His dark brown eyes apologetic for the substances wedged in his asshole, that he apparently knew 'nothing about'....

My Freaky Freshman Year
Chapter 2 of 4
All characters are over the age of 18 at the time of any sexual activity.
We continue with Theo and Lily's first months at university, a competition that raises the stakes, and some bad news.
A huge shout out to my beta readers and editors: thatsbogus and SpotInTheSand, both Lit authors more experienced than me. Consider browsing their author pages for some great stories. And to Rose, your editing skills are legendary....

Tom dropped the last suitcase on the bed and looked around their cabin. It was their first cruise and he didn't known what to expect. But he liked what he saw so far: their cabin was long and narrow and clean, with a queen bed against one wall and two bunks for the kids, and a sliding glass door that opened onto a railed veranda. That was the one thing Tom had insisted upon: he wanted to see the ocean....

At my gym there are two machines and they are directly opposite one another. One is for leg extension, sit on it and swing your leg up and pull the weight. The other is for leg curls. That machine you use lying face down, lift your legs and the weight is pulled up by the bar across your Achilles tendons. Don't know if you can picture this, but essentially, if you're sitting on the leg extension machine, you have an excellent view of the ass of the person on the leg curls machine....

In way better health than most others present, a man in his mid-thirties sits in the waiting room of a modern doctor's surgery, scrolling through his phone. Looks up at the prompt of a loud ping and reads his appointment details on a wall-mounted screen: 'Jordan Myers to Nurse Amy Pocock, room 12, please.'...

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are well over the age of 18 and enthusiastically consenting. Fair warning: This story includes anal sex, analingus, and female ejaculation. Also, a primary theme of the story is the exploration of Femdom roleplay and light bondage. The nature of the exploration of those themes is so playful and gentle that this story doesn't belong in the Fetish category....

Scene 1: The Bar - A Thursday Evening in Mumbai
The music was low, jazzy -- the kind that curled around the clink of glass and low murmurs. Komal slid onto the high stool, her wine-red dress catching the golden light just enough to hint, not shout. She didn't look around. She never did. Let the night find her, if it dared....

If you read about my first hotel MILF Chloe then you'll know I was already obsessed with those sexy little air hostesses that were always strutting about the place. I always enjoyed seeing them but as a group both in Uniform and afterwards when they were in the bar they were such a group and seemed almost impossible to approach and believe me I had seen enough guys try it and retreat with an embarrassed look on their faces. I wanted to tick Air Hostess off on my Wife fucking list but I didn't fancy getting ...

Grantchester Gambit
Right. So. I shagged an American student in Grantchester Orchard while my husband filmed. Another afternoon in Cambridge gone deliciously off-script.
I'm Catherine. Forty-five. Lecturer at Cambridge. My husband David teaches at King's. Silver at his temples, but not in a distinguished way, more like he's trying to... I don't know, be someone distinguished? Failing a bit short anyway. We have an arrangement. He's into the whole cuckold thing, usually just watching or having me descr...

Disclaimer: The following is work of fiction, containing acts of consensual sex between adults at least 18 years of age.
"Katie, I'll see you in the morning. Russell, see you on Thursday, I believe?" The old man looked at Russell and Russell nodded
"Yes, Mr. Dugan. I'm in on Thursday."
"You kids mind the store tonight." Mr. Dugan always looked at Katie when he said this, like he was only talking to her. He liked her. She'd been working at his video store a long time, she was responsible and he knew...

I had just transferred into Westmore Elementary School as the Head Caretaker. It was my first morning and everything was going as well as it should be for someone with 16 years of experience. As staff came in to start the day, I introduced myself to as many as I could. The Principal and I had worked together before when he was a teacher at one of the other schools, and we got along very well. I had no worries that things would work out well here for me....

(Usual Disclaimer Time: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time (often in regards to a character's proportions), please remember it's all in good fun.)...

World Building Note:
Consent exists in this world, people have the agency to choose their sexual partners - but all barriers for sex are dropped. Put jealousy, control, social taboo, unwanted pregnancy, and STIs out of your mind; they either don't exist or are a solved problem. Imagine a world where you could wink at a person across the room in a restaurant, and you could be enjoying their body a few minutes later without fear of repercussions or judgement. Enjoy :)...

I'm Clement Titus Benoit, youngest son of a Presque Isle, Maine potato farmer. It was 1975 and I'd just turned 19. Orange nylon backpack over my back and a small American Tourister valise in my hand. I was standing on the edge of Route 1 about 2 miles outside Monticelo on a blustery day. Right hand out, thumb extended....

Jessica Seiver felt the warmth of the sun on her face as she began to awaken. She has been experiencing a pleasant dream, so she kept her eyes closed, hoping to fall back asleep and recapture the joy she was feeling.
However, try as she might, sleep didn't come. Slowly, she began to roll her shoulders and move her limbs, working out any kinks from her solid night's sleep. Even though she was a bit stiff, she felt refreshed and renewed. Although her mind and body had a feeling of renewal, she wasn't quite...