erotica stories and histories

My stories here are memories of real encounters I have had with various people. They did take place and are not invented, made up fantasies. If I would write such a story, I would clearly indicate that they are fabricated.
I am in my early 30s and traveling a lot around Europe for business. I do enjoy the lifestyle of visiting many capitals, some of which I get to know well, more than a usual tourist would do. Staying in nice hotels and eating in good restaurants definitely added to the whole experience....

Friday came around again, and I was just finishing up my weekly maintenance of Jess' garden. I still look at it with a sense of pride. I was able to create something beautiful that was appreciated by others. That feeling is strange to me. It's a feeling that I never had until I met Jess. Not only had she taught me to see beauty in others, but somehow, I've been able to see it in myself, and my abilities. I've also been able to move out on my own and find my own place. I sat in these feelings as I looked ove...

There is a passion in me, sometimes unstoppable: writing. Sometimes I spend entire nights bent over a notebook writing, living what my pen traces on paper. I am not and I do not feel like W. Smith or S. King, I have never written a novel, and nothing of mine has ever been published, except on websites. The cause could be that I write stories that are too short, or perhaps because my favorite theme is eroticism, extreme eroticism. But these are the stories I like to tell and write....

My wife and I had been married Ten years and I knew there were things about our relationship that were not as good as I would desire. I guess what I am trying to say is that in some ways our thinking was just not in the same lines. Jessica was not really my partner in every way. We did not talk about several important thing. The political area was not an area we were comfortable talking about so we didn't. And religion was another. We were just out of step with some of our core beliefs. Jessica's family wer...

A short Little Emily Dreams story


Part of the Virtual Literotica Convention 2025 event


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Thank you to Freya Gersemi for creating and organizing this new event, and for allowing some of her characters to appear in cameo. Thank you also to my friend, Djmac1031, for trusting me with his two most cherished characters. I hope I did them justice....

What started as an off-hand comment by AlexFourways in the 2024 Holiday Contest support thread and then encouraged along by Morevanila, has grown into a full-blown Literotica Author's Challenge! I'm thrilled to be able to give a little bit back to Literotica (this site was where I started my erotic fiction journey in 2023!). It's been a crazy ride!!...

It had been a few weeks since I had last had sex. Three to be exact. I had been working as many hours as possible and my new home in Palm Beach Gardens did not have nearly as many men around as my downtown apartment. This may have been the longest I had gone without sex since arriving in West Palm Beach, but to be honest, my memory was so cloudy I couldn't be sure....

Deji removed all his clothes and slipped under the duvet with only his briefs on. The rain cascaded heavily outside, the thunder and lightning crashing intensely at intervals. It was a bit scary in all honesty but he had been through several thunderstorms before and knew they often lasted about an hour or so before letting up. He lay on his back with his hands behind his head and stared at the dark ceiling above. Sleep eluded him and his thoughts drifted to the events of the evening that had just passed....

Laurie keeps smirking and chuckling. I am attempting to remain professional but I am enjoying making my student's mother laugh. I glance out the side of my eye at my student Aurora and she looks stone cold pissed at her mom.
Aurora sharply asks, "Mom, isn't it time to go?"
Laurie stops smiling and stares at Aurora, "Aurora, why don't you get your bags in the back of the car. I will just grab a business card for Professor Harris." Aurora grabs her things from my car looking visibly irritable....

My last phone conversation ended with Valerie saying, "We need some alone time... you know I'd be perfectly happy if it was just the two of us for the whole weekend." Then she giggled, "I wanna put you to work... in the bedroom... we may not sleep much!"
I had those words running through my head as we left Champaign, and most of the way there. As my buddy was dropping me off, she shot out the front door, wearing the Illini hoodie that I gave her. It's safe to say we both noticed that she was looking damn...

Paul stared at Grace. Grace stared at Paul. They looked around them and saw nothing but empty white space. "Do you have any idea what we are doing here?" Paul asked her.
"Not a clue," she replied.
They continued to peer around, confused by their blank and empty surroundings.
"I'm trying to think of a plot for your characters," I said....

This is the sequel chapter to "The Mysterious School."
Click the series icon (the stack of squares under "Story Info") to see all the chapters.
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"Castella, come to my office," said Mr Bolton.
I jolted at his command, and became acutely aware of how few people were left on the college campus. But I wouldn't let him intimidate me....

(It's been three years since the 84th enhancement games, victors Allen (district 7, lumber) and Vanessa (district 4, fishing) successfully fought and fucked their way to victory, each taking from 22 other tributes and growing into cartoonishly proportioned versions of themselves. Their lives are forever changed by the games, they live as a married couple, enjoying a life of privilege and sex, a lot of sex....

I'm pretty sure I'm watching a beautiful girl orgasm under the pier.
"Do you see what I see?" I whisper to Kurt. He just grunts, half asleep on the blanket as the hypnotic rhythm of the waves lap and gurgle on the beach.
The girl braces against a piling, the crotch of her bikini bottoms yanked aside as a sexy-as-sin stallion thrusts roughly into her from the rear. Oh God, his cock is so big, so hard,   so perfect. The girl's face is pitched to the sky, eyes pinched shut, back arched and hips writhing ...

Hi everyone, this is my first ever story. My coming out of the drawer, if you will. It's part one of a multi-episode story. I would love to hear feedback in the comments or in my dm! Thanks!
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Part 1 - A Night At the Movies
I found my seat and sat down, frustrated. My friend, Guy, just bailed on me with some sorry excuse. It was his idea to go see a documentary about Queen. Then after I had already got to the cinema, I saw a text from him saying that his parents needed his help fixing ...

Brye Starts Back at Work
Chapter 4
Thanks to Rhapsodes Quest for editing my work. I appreciate it. All characters in the story are over 18.
The address Brye gave Jack was the house of one of her past clients, Walter Jenkins. He was a very nice old man who lived just down the street from her old house, but the services she provided to Walt had nothing to do with dog or house sitting. What she did for Walt was to service him with hand-jobs at least a couple of times a week. The old man was one of her...

I got hit on by several of the husbands of the couples we were friends with. I knew their wives. Gene knew them and their wives. But that did not stop them from flirting with me and making sexual innuendoes during idle chat at parties and other places.
The first time it happened was at the house of a couple we knew....

Honey do... 5 Sue
20-minute read
I slept away most of the next day. When I got home after a long morning appointment, I told Melissa, "I will take you to dinner without my kids on Saturday night. We will go to the Fly By Night Club for the early show."
"Mr. Honey do... you don't need to do that. I was just all horned up when you called, and I couldn't find the remote to the wireless vibrator I was wearing when you called, so I was coming the whole time we were talking."...

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect......

Everything you read here is true. Only the names are different to save our identity.
Tuesday
I woke early this morning listening to Sharon breathing deeply, obviously sound asleep. I laid there thinking about the day ahead. Sharon had planned to meet Teri for lunch and no doubt talk about the new man in Teri's life....

Honey do... 3 Marcy
8-minute read
So, now I am a widower with four kids under four. I still owned a business that I had to work, since I depended on it for income. The demand for my talent and service was seemingly unending.  
I figured out how to capitalize on the experiences from being a kid on a hard-scrabble farm in the post-World War 2 era. It seemed in my experience on the farm, nothing got repaired or continued to work without a struggle.  ...

"Good day, folks! Thank you for joining me on this hiking group. At Hikerslove, we make sure to head into the densest forest and reach to the other side unscathed. Without wasting more time, I hope you all are ready - let's begin. Let's go team!" Says the Hiking organizer enthusiastically.
"I am so ready! Let's go," says Natalie to herself. She and her friends, Amelia and Cherry, are all excited to go on their third hike this year....

I want to tell you a story. Put your hand on your cock. Keep it there. See how long you can last.
I heard the water running and couldn't help myself.
You thought I was asleep, but I was touching myself, picturing you in that shower, soap sliding over your cock, your hand working slowly.
The shower was already fogged up when I slipped in behind you....

"It's driving me crazy."
"What is, Ma?"
"Your father having such a sexy young secretary. I know she's very good at the job, but I can't help but wonder whether she's a temptation he can't resist."
"First, I don't know that she'd want to tempt Dad. Second, I don't think Dad would fool around at work. Too much risk of screwing up a good thing. Sadie would be hard to replace if it ended badly. Not to mention the risk of an HR complaint. Dad has never had it so good, and I don't see him spoiling it."...

I knew the trip was a bad idea.
We had talked about renting the cabin in the mountains for ages, my husband Mike and I, and our neighbors Malik and Sala. They were Senegalese, although both of them had grown up here -- their parents emigrated around the same time and became friends. Likewise, we and they became friends after moving into the neighborhood at the same time, when Sala and I were both pregnant. We joked about our kids growing up together and ending up married just like they had done....

Friday Afternoon
Penelope's blonde hair whipped in the wind, hand outside the window feeling the rushing breeze as Ben drove through the flat landscape of northwestern Texas. "Are you sure he's going to like me?" She looked over at her boyfriend, one hand on the steering wheel and the other clasping her hand tightly....

This happened about ten years ago. My wife Mary was horseback riding and thrown from the horse and broke her back. It was awful she was hospitalized for a few days and sent home with Oxytocin. Mary and I followed the directions on the oxytocin to the tee. But the doctor over prescribed her and it two days Mary had lost 20 pounds and would not eat and was becoming lifeless. I called the ambalance and they rushed her to the hospital where the doctor said she overdosed. But we tipd the doctor she took exactly ...

Thanks to Anonymous for his / her / their comments / questions in response to part 1 of this story. As I promised I have got the narrator (George) and his wife (Glenda) to answer the questions. See the 'Why Stay Married?' section.
THE STORY CONTINUES
I told my wife what the doctor had said, that he had signed me off for a month and he had referred me to a psychiatrist....

I had finally packed up my belongings. There was no rhyme or reason for the contents in each box but everything was finally boxed up and ready for the movers.
I had quit my job and spent much of the past two weeks either packing or staying at Rick's apartment while deciding when I wanted to start work at my new job with my friend Courtney. I enjoyed the lifestyle at Rick's - a beautiful, spacious apartment, super soft sheets, and plenty of wine. His bathroom alone was the size of my bedroom, if not bigge...

Harry's visits to Paul were beginning to take their toll on Harry's physical health. He had been masturbating at least twice a day, every day for three weeks now, spending hours at a time watching pornographic tapes and DVDs with Paul and talking about sex, and it was starting to show. He was bleary-eyed and started sniffling, and for the first time in years, pimples started to appear on his face....