The Art of Anal: Addendum
NOTE: The correct order to read The Art of Anal series chronologically is 1 through 10 followed by Coda and this one.
Thursday was a difficult day for me. The funeral of my deceased family member occurred on Tuesday. Today was the cremation, and I had to hold it in the port city of Fremantle. Not that this place held any significance to my relative, but it was a suburb I knew well, and its cemetery was world-renowned because it housed the grave of AC/DC's legendary singer, Bo...

All sexual activity is with characters 18 years of age or older.
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Lorelei's period started the next day.
"I'm not going to have sex with you while you're bleeding down there, so can Maisie use your pills for those days?" Brady asked.
"Yeah, that makes sense," Lorelei agreed, feeling decidedly unsexy, and gave the next pill to Maisie....

The heat was baked into the earth. Two weeks of relentless sun turned mud into dirt and lakes into ponds. The end of the day brought a small breeze, and although it wasn't particularly cool, the movement in the air kept Robin from having a heat stroke.
She sat on a rock underneath a large oak. "This must be over 100 years old", she thought, and proceeded to imagine herself as that tree, using her roots to reach the cool moisture deep underground. She wanted to fall asleep right under that tree, but she h...

*everyone is a human and 21+*
**for reading clarity, Riley uses they, them, theirs pronouns**
Finally! It almost felt like a dream. The barn was cast in shadow, with only a single sconce in the corner creating a flickering of light. At this hour, Riley was usually asleep with all of the other dairy cows. But on this particular night, Riley had disobeyed the farmer and was punished to stay on their hands and knees for an entire day. That may sound cruel, but Riley knew it was for their own good. If the...

I was fifteen minutes into the session and hadn't said a single thing worth saying.
She sat across from me, notebook resting on her thigh, legs crossed just above the knee. That pantsuit didn't just fit. It clung. Tailored, dark, sharp. Professional if you glanced. Dangerous if you looked twice. Her blouse dipped just enough to raise questions. Glasses perched perfectly. Hair in one of those loose buns that looked like it would unravel if you pulled just right....

You kiss away any uncertainty or hesitation while his lips plaster every uncovered inch of me in kisses and soft licks. He groans against my skin when I press my chest forward into his face and grabs the cups of my bra with determination.
My skin prickles and I moan into your mouth, and you read my body like a book. Your hands move again to my back and you grab the clasp of my bra, waiting for a moment if I protest....

So this is a long time coming. We have been married 23 years and together 25. My wife, Lauren, always knew something was up, but she loved the money. She never abused it and I was happy to give it to her, but she did like it. We always had a devious time together; it has been fun. However, now in our 50's things are turning much more mental than physical. Which brings us to my current situation....

Author's Note: This is another story within my ongoing series of story categories that I don't usually write in. In case you missed it, this one is in the 'Fetish' category. The fetish in this story involves semen. So, if that totally grosses you out, you should move on to one of my other stories or wait for my next one. In either event, this story is a little bit silly, so don't take it too seriously....

As the stocks came down on my ankles, I started to regret my decision. The two men on either side of me grabbed my wrists, binding them to place above my head. One was younger, around my age, dressed as some sort of noble lord. The other man was older, in the full motley garb of a court jester.
"Here ye, here ye!" The jester bellowed to the crowd of onlookers. "Today we shall be punishing--what's your name?"...

It was well past midnight in the share house. The post-party mess lay strewn across the living room: half-eaten pizza, empty goon sacks, forgotten flip-cups. Most of the guests had stumbled home or passed out, but six remained -- five housemates and Sydney.
The boys: Josh, Marcus, Leo, Will, and Timmy -- all close friends from uni, half-drunk and flopped across couches, beanbags, and the sticky floor. Sydney, perched elegantly on the edge of the coffee table in a tank top and tiny red skirt, was the only...

We'd only been living in my apartment for three weeks, but it already didn't feel like mine anymore. The bathroom smelled like her shampoo. Her earrings were on my nightstand. Half the closet was taken up by her dresses, and somehow, that made the place feel less like a temporary stop and more like somewhere real. Permanent....

### Note to the reader. Every character is an adult. Only a few drops are slightly autobiographical (or from the real lives of my personal friends); the rest is fantasy. There is no such thing as an inescapable chastity cage; we could even label this narrative as "science fiction."
The entire story revolves around forced male chastity (often associated with the "Fetish" category): if this topic does not intrigue you, please stop reading....

Daisy sat on her soft, plush bed in her own private stall of the barn. She relaxed on the silken sheets beneath her. Despite it technically being a barn, she did live in the lap of luxury, and would have been enveloped in utter comfort if not for a few things. One, her hands were tied together behind her back. Two, there was a ball gag in her mouth. Three, her breasts were so massive that she wasn't able to sit up without assistance from her master. After all, Master fed her lots and lots of hormones in her...

Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are fictional and are 18 years of age or older. This content is intended for mature audiences only. The story is set in 1950s New York and focuses on SPH and ass worship themes.
Room 2.75"
Harry adjusted the cuff of his shirt, squinting into the golden light spilling through the high windows of the St. Avalon Hotel. Down below the bustling New York throngs were getting ready for Christmas. Everything in the suite glowed--brass handles, thick cream curt...

Angela is sitting on a chair looking at her phone, she's really bored, she will spend the night at jenny's house, her best friend, but she tell her something about a board game she found in her loft than just disappear for about 30 minutes now.
Just when Angela has decide to look for her friend jenny appear in the room with a box full of dust....

Dear Neighbor,
Please read through to the end of this letter, and I beg of you to not be embarrassed at any point. I am going to propose something that I think you would find to your benefit, and I know it would be to mine. If you say no, there will be no problems, as we have no relationship anyway, and you can continue to nod as we pass and say nothing more. But there will surely be some part of my proposal that will tempt you....

Ten days later, John and his wife moved into the NCO housing.
By chance, I ran into John at the barracks, and we exchanged a few words—brief, yet warm, like old friends reconnecting after a long time.
A few evenings later, I spotted John and his wife quietly sharing dinner at a nearby restaurant....

Thanks for reading my story. as with all my stories this one contains graphic descriptions of anal enemas and anal sex. Id this offends you in any way you might want to pass this series by.
The rest of you, I hope you are enjoying the story. There will be another part to this story.
Feedback is always appreciated and the ratings at the end of the stories....

I was sitting in what Laura called detention, writing lines, in her make-believe classroom. And I had just let my stool scrape over the wooden floor, making a dreadful sound, not unlike fingernails scratching on a blackboard. Instantly, I knew I had done wrong. I had violated one of Laura's--Miss Smith's--school rules....

I was in the classroom, more than an hour early, getting ready, my mood, that is. You have to be in a special state to teach. It's like giving a performance, different from the usual frame of mind in which you engage with people. Some of us- I for one- have to ramp up to that- which takes time.
It actually felt good being there, in my work space, having it to myself for now, no pressure. If people only knew how hard we teachers work! The job is more than just showing up for class and doing your thing....

Author's Note
Part 2 of the story about the weak-willed mother of a bully and the special bond she forms with the victim of her son's bullying.
Comments and constructive feedback are always appreciated.
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Main Characters
Sandy - 37 yo, 5', 100 pounds, divorced weak-willed single mother to Brad....

Bob opened his eyes and looked at the clock which said it was 1:00 am. He was alone in the bed and wondered if he had dreamt about Candy. Then he heard the shower and he heard Candy humming. The shower stopped and after a few minutes the door opened and out stepped Candy naked still drying her hair with the towel....

i started off touching my sore breasts hoping to find some relief but i got turned on and used my toys to cum.
i tried to be louder this time and i tried to get sounds of my dildo inside of me but im not sure how yall will think


Soft Moans Turning Into Begging by gooseygirly


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Authors note:
This is a standalone story I wrote while particularly inspired, just to do something different between episodes of my current series. It is a bit of a slowburn but it does have a steamy conclusion. If you are here just for the fireworks, just flip the pages and ctrl+f for the world EXCELSIOR....

DISCLAIMER: This is a complete work of fiction. All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older and completely fictional. No part of this story is derived from actual events. The author does not condone incest. Also, the author does not condone any sexual activities being performed without complete and clear consent. With that being said, I hope you enjoy the naughtiness!...

Hey guys I need to confess something which happened with my bestie a while ago. One weekend I went to the beach with my friend Nikki. She loves to party and go out to bars and clubs, she's definitely one of my more wild friends so I should've known it would lead to a wild adventure. I also love to party of course....

This story is another mind-worm that just wouldn't go away. When a writer has a mind worm the only way to get it to go away is to write and publish the story. I don't really like it, but some of you might. My last mind worm was very well received.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living o...

Author's Note: Drawn to the Tide is a brief slice-of-life glimpse into a single day between longtime lovers. No dramatic plot twists or heated arguments here—just the quiet intimacy of two women who've loved each other across landscapes and decades. I wanted to capture how desire can deepen with familiarity rather than fade....

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

This the 5th and final part of a series which continues Chloe's timeline from "Riding With Dirty Girls," "Chloe Rides Again," and "Chloe's Return." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you ideally need to have read the other series' first.
This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn'...