Erotica Stories

Yoshiko gets quite the surprise when a 500 year old ghost of a futanari shrine maiden haunts her!

My life went to hell and back because of one mistake.

A Winter's Universe Story
I'm Winter Jennings, 32, former police officer, current private detective. A now-single mother with a horny son, a friendly-enough ex. My father is about to retire as a respected homicide captain here in Kansas City, Missouri. My work is usually routine, mostly computer-driven. Except when it isn't. Revenge porn, a cult, a wife beater, insurance scams, pimps. A particularly nasty psychiatrist. Clitorides: Best New Author --2017.

I couldn't help but wonder about some of the foreign exchange students I knew as I grew up. The girls, I mean. I was busy trying to get into their American friends' panties. I always wondered who was trying to get into theirs. So I wrote a little fantasy about that. It's probably a bit over the top. But after all, it was MY fantasy.

The further adventures of the Still Waters gang. Anne, Mary, their friends, lovers and spouses continue to break new ground in college, fashion, art and Western Pleasure riding. Lots going on, not a lot of on-stage, explicit sex. You'll want to read Book I first.

Alice tried not to like her dad's new girlfriend, but she didn't make it easy. Despite her best efforts, Alice found herself liking her, and even envying her uninhibited sexuality and her infectious joy in life. Before she knew it she was being drawn out of her shell.

A Wonders of My World Story
It was the summer of 2013. I'd had an epiphany. I'm an author. I could do this from anywhere! So why was I doing it from a basement in Seattle? By July, I was in an F150 and a travel trailer with no destination but the road in front of me. This memoir is based on the true story of my travel down U.S. Highways since then and my life before. Only the names, places, and events have been changed to protect the innocent and keep several wonderful women and a couple skanks from tracking me down!

At 18, I couldn’t help being this horny slut, always teasing in skimpy clothes that screamed ‘fuck me.’ The bus pulled up empty except for a chatty old lady up front with the driver. I slid into the back corner by the window, popping gum and scrolling my phone, thighs slick from my dripping pussy. A few blocks later, the doors hissed open again. This tall, muscular guy in his late 60s climbed on, and that's when my troubles began...