Writing porn is usually a very lonely process, and if it weren't for the great encounters some of my stories are based on, and the great encounters that follow some of my stories, I wouldn't be doing it. This is about some of the more unexpected outcomes of forays into smut. My friend Novella, upon hearing that I'm also a writer of porn, thought it would be a great idea to organize an "intimate reading" at the library she works for. At first I was skeptical, especially about the audience and if they would be really aware of what they'd be in for, but she seemed so enthusiastic about it and didn't see any problems with it that I finally agreed. From what I understood, the event was mainly advertised in the lesbian community and the posters made sure this was an "adult, no holds barred, all pussies leaking" event on porn, unabashed, unashamed, without the pretentious mask of "erotica" or the word "sensual" in it. It was an event about getting hot, and getting off. To my surprise, there was an actual little crowd on the evening of the reading. Novella introduced me, beaming visibly for excitement. She was dressed unusually tastefully and nice for her, wearing a tunic-like teal dress that was flowing nicely down her figure, stretching a little around her wide thighs. The blue streaks in her short black hair were only faintly visible in the spotlight and she actually wore decent makeup behind her glasses – thin eyeliner and some mascara that showed her beautiful long lashes. …
Bedding the Babysitter Ch 01
BEDDING THE BABYSITTER Summary: A lesbian neighbor uses the internet to seduce her innocent babysitter. Note: Although released in September of 2010, this story was completely re-written in October of 2012. Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991 and LaRacasse for editing. BEDDING THE BABYSITTER My name is Megan. I am a 35 year old single woman with a two year old child. Jenny was the perfect sitter. She goes to a private school and always wears the plaid skirt and knee high nylons (I found it interesting that she wore knee high nylons and not socks like most girls). She always wears her dark brown hair in pigtails or a braid and her glasses made her look like a nerd or a geek, whatever term you prefer. Anyways, Jenny was a senior in high school and had turned 18 a couple months ago when I started noticing that she was often checking out my long legs and large breasts. Her constant glances had me wondering if she may be a lesbian or at least curious and decided to find out. Now I should note I am a computer technician and a seduction plan practically fell in my lap. Jenny mentioned while babysitting one evening that her computer was running slow. Jenny asked if I would look at it for her; I told her I would but it would take a few days. A couple of days later, after doing some routine computer maintenance I had her computer running as fast as when it was new. Curious of what she did online, I searched her search history and learned she loved a site called Literotica, an erotica story …
The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 74: The Yoga Teacher
Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-73”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I have never understood people’s fascination with yoga. Give me a choice between trying to bend by body in ways it was not meant to in a room filled with sweaty people or going for a relaxing run in the fresh air and I will pick the ladder each and every time. Then again, that could be because running always helps me relax and gives my usually busy mind a break. But this fantasy is not about running and if you think it is, I recommend going back to the start and reading the title again. Given what I just said, you are probably wondering how I could possibly have ended up attending a yoga class. The simple answer is: My friend convinced me to accompany …
Help me, please?
I woke up in the middle of the night. It wasn’t without reason, however: it was due to the fact that my roommate had apparently come home. That hadn’t awoken me, however. What had was the sound coming from her laptop, which she had facing herself. Moans, quite as usual. If only she could keep the volume down. “Maya,” I groaned, glaring at her. “Go watch your porn somewhere else, I want to sleep.” She looked at me and giggled. “I’m sorry, love. My date couldn’t quite get me off, so I’m going to have to do that myself again.” She turned her laptop to me so I could watch the screen. Which left me quite surprised. Lesbian porn? That was new. “Actually.. You’re not straight, right?” “No,” I answered, a light blush coming over my face. “Will you try this with me?” She asked, an almost desperate look on her face. “I mean, guys never seem to be able to make me cum, and I’m so tired of doing it myself.” I blushed deeper, pressing my face into my pillow momentarily. This wasn’t quite a situation I’d ever imagine would happen. Though I’d fantasized about it, granted. But apart from reading stories, and apart from watching porn myself, I had no experience with sex. “You know I’m a virgin.” “And I know you’ve been dying to try, too.” We were pretty open about our sexuality with each other. I had been dying to try. I just hadn’t gotten the opportunity before. “Please, Lily? I promise it won’t make things awkward. I’m asking for it, for God’s sake. I’m horny and I want you to fuck me. And …
First time dressed as a woman
Ok, this is an absolutely true story. I'm a married white guy, stocky, 6'1" with a 5-1/2" cut dick. I've been dressing up on and off since I was a p*****n, starting with my mother's lingerie and dresses. I love makeup, but especially lipstick. I used to masturbate by stroking my cock with a bl**d red lipstick while reading those old trashy porn novels you could pick up in the seedier luncheonettes. I always denied my cock loving side, imagining myself as a lesbian for the most part, but I fantasized a lot about sucking cock and getting fucked. Once I'd cum I'd feel ashamed and try to put it out of my mind. I never had a same sex experience until about 2004 when I had been frequenting a local gay forum where the person who had started the forum was only about 20 miles from me and offered first-timer's a crack at his dick. I traveled to his house and after some hesitation dropped down to take his dick into my mouth. It was not as I had imagined it would be. It was surprisingly spongy, where I had imagined it would be much harder. I didn't end up doing much. I went up and down for a little while and eventually just left. But I had finally done it. I had sucked a cock! And it was OK. Now let's move ahead a few years. I was getting more and more turned on by CD's, TS's and TV's and frequenting the cross-dressing forums and chat rooms. I began building up a collection of lingerie and lipstick, plus a few dildos and some DVD's. Gotta love the internet and anonymous shipping! Got …
Valentine’s Day Rimjob
The first time I rimmed my wife was an experience we both will never forget. It forever changed our sex life for the better. This event took place on the Valentine’s Day before I proposed to her. Let me explain a little bit about us. For a very long time, I had sealed my heart away. I dated some fucked up bitches when I was young and dumb. I was raised in Hawaii with influences from Eastern culture. The whole concept of respect is something valued in many cultures of the Pacific, more so than individualism, which is highly valued in American Western society. Any Pacific Islander reading this can back me up here. This upbringing molded me into a very kind respectful gentleman. I ended up with girls who took advantage of me and manipulated me ruthlessly. After a while I said “Fuck this bullshit.” I just worked on my career and fucked girls on the side. Later on down the road, I met Jenny. When we first started dating, I was very cautious. I was on guard to make sure she didn’t hurt me. Day by day, however, Jenny had melted the ice cold attitude my heart once had and I’ve been a happier man since. Jenny dated girls before me. She’s bisexual, but says she’s a ‘former lesbian.’ She gets off to watching lesbian porn with me. I’d say that’s enough justification to classify her as bisexual. Despite her being what I like to call a ‘bisexual in denial,’ she’s very intelligent and mature compared to other women her age. Hell, she acts more mature than people who are ten to fifteen years …
Public orgy at an erotic convention
I don't usually put myself on stage at public events, but since a few of my friends are a lot more outgoing than me, they keep dragging me with them on occasion. Novella is one such friend. The unassuming librarian already organized a reading for me and hooked me up with interviewers, so when an erotic fair started, she tried hard to get us there in one form or another. Her idea was some form of public discussion about "porn in public", something about what it means to be an openly sexual person in today's society. And since I seem to be the expert on anything sexual, she wanted me to be her partner on stage. I agreed, just because I was curious on where things would go from there, and partly because being on stage at an erotic fair promised to be a lot more arousing than I might imagine. So when we finally arrived, I was already shaking from excitement. Contrary to my expectations, the organizers pulled the show off pretty professionally. There was nice schedule, we had a small stage for ourselves, with purple leather chairs and nice lighting and even a pretty little blonde announcing us with a slight east european accent. "For the next show, it is Novella and Anna, talking about being public about sexuality." There was a small crowd around our stage, barely 100 people or so. They clapped nicely, and we walked up to our seats. Novella was wearing a really neat pantsuit in dark burgundy red with a silky purple blouse underneath. Her curly black hair hung wild around her …