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Tribute of Flesh, Part 1 [mf][interracial]

We chose Paris on the Platte as our meeting place. The modern bohemian cafe on the Upper West Side of downtown Denver was filled with patrons. At 11 am on Sunday morning, the coffee shop served as a point of fusion for hummus-eating hipsters and artistic emo goths. I entered through the front door to find myself awash in vivid hues emanating from canvas along the walls. Expressionist paintings and copper metalwork – pieces for sale by local art students – accented an otherwise drab brick-n-mortar interior. I was an outsider in what could be called yet another mecca for the younger members of Denver’s counter culture.

Of course, I wasn't here to make friends. After a weekend death spiral of night clubs and online chats, I had found someone to sate my desire for a warm body. She had posted on Craig’s List for companionship: SWF, student, 21, looking for “friends, and maybe more…”. The open call wreaked of the naivety and desperation of a little girl with few friends, far from the large, bustling family she left behind for college not too long ago. Read more »

Dad and daughter – 1st attempt at writing.

Me met Sally when Sally's daughter was 11. Delilah never had a father figure so she took to me almost instantly. Sally raised Delilah in a very loving and affectionate household; hugs and kisses before bed, snuggling, and I love yous. Soon Sally and I got married and Delilah started calling Me dad. I didn't know if she more excited about having a me move in or that she could tell her friends about her mom AND dad.

As Delilah grew into young lady, I started noticing that the goodnight kisses moved from from my cheek to my lips. I didn't think much of it as I had raised her for the last 3 years. I caught her spying on me from the closet while I showered; I covered myself immediately and confronted her. She claimed that she was looking for some clothes that must have got mixed in with moms when they did laundry. That's when I started paying more attention to Delilah's observations of me. Read more »

Morning at Monica’s – In Full [mf] [cougar]

To promote my new collection, Encounters, you can now read story #1 in full, right here!

If you like it, consider viewing my other samples or purchasing the collection through asblackauthor.tumblr.com. (Bear in mind, the story is available with proper formatting there!)

Soft white carpet greeted Monica's toes as she padded silently out of the bedroom. The young man on her leather sofa snored softly into the cushions, and the warm glow of morning sunlight crept in through the blinds. The city hadn't yet woken up, save for a flock of birds gliding past the floor-to-ceiling windows. She made her way over to the kitchenette, which sat neatly in the corner of the penthouse apartment's wide living-room. The hem of her long white dressing-gown whispered as she moved from carpet to cold linoleum. She stifled a yelp at the sudden chill, as she did every morning. Hurrying over to the kettle, she flicked the beloved coffee-switch and hopped onto one of the tall bar-stools at the kitchen counter. She leant an elbow on the countertop and gazed out the window, waiting for the water to boil. A smile curled her lips – still stained cherry red – as she let memories of the previous night wash over her. Read more »

Hotel bar meeting

This is a story i wrote for my gf, any feedback appreciated. Thanks for reading

It was a mild night in downtown Greenville as Sam stepped into the hotel bar. He was wearing a crisp white shirt along with grey pants, his hair tied up in a bun. He scanned the room, everyone was dressed nice and looking great, a couple of good looking girls here and there. But what really caught his eye was the most beautiful girl there. She sat at the bar in a tight black dress, something that had sexy written all over it. As she looked her over shoulder they locked eyes and he smiled. She smiled back with the most magnificent smile he had ever seen. He strolled over, a little nervous as he wanted to impress such a stunning young lady. Lucky for him the chair next to her was empty. "Do you mind if i take a seat?" "No not at all" she replied. It was music to his ears. Not only did she look drop dead gorgeous but she smelled like roses, he wanted to kiss her right then but he knew he would have to wait. In fact he wanted to do a lot of things. Read more »

Mindsc@pe [mf] [bdsm] [petplay] [cake] [tentacles]

I have been working on this story for a while, it's up to chapter ten but I'm still going (47k words). It started as a piece for a friend, but has kinda grown since then.

The premise is a young man suffers trauma which causes him the ability to cross into another person's mind. What he finds is that when people are given a circumstance where there are no ramifications to their actions, their horny side tends to come out to play.

Posting all of the parts to Literotica.com has taken a long time, but they're finally all up there; the website only approves one submission per author per day and it took a couple of days for them to start. That said, I have requested an address change on all chapters due to them replacing the @ with a – in the automatic web address naming thing.

This is where you can find chapter one Go here if the above link doesn't work I am waiting for the addresses to all update before linking the next part at the bottom of each chapter, but you should be able to find the next chapters in the sidebar. Read more »

X-post from /r/EroticLiterature: The Storm [solo]

It was late. The sun had gone down hours ago even though it stayed light until almost 9:30 in the middle of summer. Outside the walls of the empty house, the city slept. The sounds of cars on the street, dogs barking at people walking by, chirping of birds, even the wind in the trees – they had all died down to near total silence.

This was her time of day, well past midnight, past one, nearly two. Sleep no longer came easily and was still far off. While the rest of the world slept, she would lay awake in bed or sit at her computer in the dark. Her only company now in the dead of night was that cruel, mocking companion called memory.

Her inbox stubbornly refused to receive the emails she was longing for. Games and porn likewise disappointed, so her computer was dark. She lay awake in bed, staring at her ceiling, desperately trying to clear her mind of the memories and thoughts she couldn’t seem to escape. Read more »

Some terminology questions…

^{expected preface: not sure if this is the rid sub for this, bbbuuuutttt}

So I've been writing this stuff for a while, and I'd like to imagine I'm pretty okayish. I've listened to a few podcasts and read a few blogs about some suggestions as to what to do and some as to what not to do, and along with that, I've started following my own "rules", for lack of a better word. You know, all the "don't use the same word for dick multiple times in a row", "don't use medical/scientific terminology- I don't want to know that she nuzzled up underneath his testicles", things like that, but…

…well, in the past, I've almost exclusively written m-m stuff. I know how to handle a cock, how to describe one, how to term it in literotica without it sounding awkward or ungainly or just plain dumb. In the few times I have included a female, it's usually nothing more than a handjob or oral or something of the sort. Read more »

Story of a Petite Virgin – Part 2 [mf][bd]

A low moan brought Anna out of her deep thoughts. Even her gentle stroking could get him off given enough time and she didn't want that yet, not till he satisfied her burning need. Abruptly, she let go of him and pulled his boxers down to where his legs were tied to the chair.

Jay looked down at her plaintively. "Please, baby, I can't take much more of this."

"It's your turn."

"What?" he said confusedly.

"Truth or dare, remember?"

"Oh yeah, truth or dare, and please, please, please say dare," he begged.

"Well…" she teased. "Okay. Dare."

"I want you to get me off!" he exclaimed impatiently. Anna gave him a sly sideways look.

"Okay, but I get to do it my way."

"Fine, I don't care which way you choose – they're all good – I just need you to get me off!"

"Alright then, I'll even give you a blow job – that's what you were hoping for, right? – but you have to get me off first." Read more »

Story of a Petite Virgin – Part1 [mf][bd]

What follows is one of the earliest stories I ever wrote. I was a virgin when I wrote it and it's based on a fantasy I had in my early teens. The bondage is pretty light, bordering on vanilla, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. -anony

Jay and Anna are drunk. Not sloppy, can't stand up drunk, but the "finished a bottle of Merlot instead of corking it" kind of drunk. Jay had fixed a sumptuous meal of chicken parmesan which they ate in Jay's apartment by candle light. It was their six-month anniversary and they wanted to celebrate.

"You know what I haven't done in years?" Anna asked rhetorically.

"What?"

"Play truth or dare."

"Uh huh," Jay said guardedly. "And it will be a while longer before you play it again."

"Aww, come on, it'll be fun."

"Nothing good will come of it. I know couples who have broken up because of that game."

"Oh please, that won't happen to us. Besides," she said seductively, "just think about what you could make me do if I chose ‘dare'." A few thoughts did occur to him, but he still wasn't sure. "I'll even go first, if you want." Read more »

Movie & Friend [MF][Oral][Vaginal][Vanilla]

Movie & Friend Tags: Vanilla, Childhood friend, Blowjob

" Jason! Wanna come with me home and watch a movie?" "Sure!" I replied. Amy wore our school uniform, but with a twist. The one she was wearing was a black button-up shirt and a red skirt, of course being the usual Amy she decided to go with black Thigh High stockings and a pony-tail.
"Damn, she looks great today!" I thought to my self.

Being the good childhood friend (8 years and still going strong in our friendship.) I am, you can guess the outcome. Of course I said yes.

Although I have romantic feelings for her I still don't want to let her go as my friend., I'm pretty sure she only sees me as a friend and nothing else but a friend. "Great, I'll see you at six. My place" Amy said with a smile on her face went to her seat. I don't recall that we talked for the rest of the day, but hey. She looked nervous when she said that. Read more »