You start having intense erotic dreams — and the faces you see is one you don’t recognize but that feels familiar. Mandy was that girl that Chad had been dreaming of, the kind where to see her made a rush go through you like a hot flash. Chad had just broken off a relationship, and his sister war... read more
I like penises. More specifically, I like circumcised penises. And I like balls, big or small. I prefer scrotums that, when they rise, high and tight, are smooth, although they may be wrinkled when relaxed. I like asses, too, especially feminine asses. Men's asses, to be attractive to me, must be sl... read more
It was one of those soft southern nights you hear about in movies and old soft rock songs. I could smell the long leaf pines and the moon was nearly full. I had been on my own for so long that it rarely bothered me as it did in my youth. That lonely feeling that never quite goes away. Now it came on... read more
Kidnapped I remember being normal. I was a young man in my 20's living in my parent's house struggling to get by. I was online more than I probably should have, but it was an escape from the harsh reality of my life. I didn't feel fulfilled or like a success, I felt like a failure on many differe... read more
To the greater Boston general public it was simply a small little known quite private night club located in the back part of Roxbury called The Black Rooster Bar. While in local Gay Community circles, insiders called this private by membership only pub, THE BLACK COCK CASTLE! When first learning... read more
Don’t you hate commercial air travel? No matter how many drugs I take, when they wear off, I’m disoriented, my legs are twitchy, and there are still three hours (or whatever) to go. Not enough time to take the last of the Sonata I had borrowed from Mom’s medicine cabinet before tou... read more
Angel sat on a chair in a crowd of women. She had come to this club to take in a couple of shows and she was really enjoying this one! This show was a group of hot looking guys that stripped for a living, which is nothing unusual in Miami, but these guys showed the "Full Monty", or in othe... read more
Davina hurried down the hallway, her books clasped in front of her heavy breasts to stop them jiggling as she ran. It had been almost two weeks since she had truly given herself to Mistress K in the beautiful, imposing headmistresses study, drinking the transgendered woman's seed from another T-g... read more
"Turn your head slightly to the right," she told me. I turned and my face bumped up against her left breast. "Oops, don't you bite that now," she said. "I wouldn't do that," I replied. "You better not 'cause you'd make a hole and I'd fly backward ar... read more
In multicultural America, there is no place for black tits. Brown, tan, bronze, yellow, olive, red, and white boobs are forbidden, too, on the same grounds, which is that breasts of color--any color that is actually effected by various degrees of melanin in the skin--are fast becoming off limits to ... read more
Andrea Dworkin has long opposed pornography. She has also rejected erotica. This essay is a refutation of Dworkin's position. Allow me to begin with a quote from a SilkyOne Literotica story, "Silky 09.' Someone tells Silky (the eponymous heroine of the Silky Series) that she is Gorgeous. ... read more
I guess it was one of those tranny surprise moments she was a sexy shemale, I was a horny guy, nothing more... However, it is one of these transexual stories you simply must hear. You may think it's just transgender fiction, but I assure you: It's all true. I always found transgender fiction and ... read more
When the old gray mare ain't what she used to be, painting the barn is more of a challenge than it was when milady was just a silly filly, but, at any age, putting on one's face isn't a simple matter, which is why this article is necessary. It may be hard to believe, but there's more to a woman t... read more
So, I finally got a "proper" job and managed to move out of my parent's house. It was a damn good job too, as my crossdressing was becoming increasingly difficult to keep secret. Numerous times my Mum would try to talk to me through my bedroom door, whilst also slowly creeping it open to ... read more
The theme of a story is its moral, its message, its meaning. Today, the story's theme is rarely, if ever, explicitly stated. Instead, the writer leaves it to the reader to figure out the meaning of the story for him- or herself. The theme, in other words, is suggested by the story as a whole, especi... read more
Descriptions are complex things, but, done well, they seem simple and elegant and easy, just like a ballet or a football play. In describing almost anything, a writer uses the same elements and techniques. To illustrate, in this article, I will show aspiring writers how to describe a pair of breasts... read more
The Greatest Liar, Exposure, Disclosure © Alexandra Rios 2019 Author’s Note: This is a continuation of the narrative which commenced with “My Awkward Phase”, which I posted here previously. Readers may wish to read that before continuing, although I have written them to stand alone. Natives s... read more
Today, I want to talk, as it were, about hair and how it enhances facial expressions and, therefore, personality. Too often, writers of erotic fiction overlook this means of helping to characterize their shemale (and female) characters. However, when hair, whether blonde, brown, black, red, or some ... read more
My Awkward Phase ©Alexandra Rios 2019 The greatest lie is that what happens in high school doesn't matter, because life begins in college. I pretended to agree, although I never believed it, for I was the world's greatest liar. Wannabees I was hanging out with my friends Quinn, Barb and Anne ... read more
"If you like them, why don't you wear them as underpants, I mean?" Stephanie asked. "They're not underpants," Brad said. "They can be, if you want them to be." "They're jockstraps." "They could also be used as underpants." Brad hesitat... read more
