Double-Double
There comes a point in life where you realize the last time you had sex, might be the last time you have sex.
The problem is you never know when that last time has happened until it's too late. Which is why I was very depressed when Sheri cut me off.
For me and my situation, she was literally the perfect girl: decent figure, inventive, open-minded, insatiable sex machine, not looking for a boyfriend or a husband. I was unhappily married to a woman that had never been that into sex whe...

Chapter 74- Napier Part 2.
"Davayte zaydem vnutr' i pouzhinayem." ( Come let's go inside and then get some dinner.) I whispered to Yana as we collected our clothing off the ground we quickly got dressed and I waved to Rosa and Isabella. Before going in the camper and getting ready properly.
I said to Yana, and we collected our assorted items of strewn clothing and after We had both put our trousers back on we walked around the outside of the camper and sneakily entered the camper....

This will be at least a two part story, possibly longer. Enjoy!
Finding yourself has become about an unabashedly cliche concept in our modern parlance. It's the perfect cop out to relieve oneself from any preexisting obligation. But, this story uses this to our protagonists' advantage.
But enough ten-dollar-word stuffed preambles....

After a day spent at Carowinds outside Charlotte, Susan and I were in the car for our 2 hour drive home. We had a lot of fun at the amusement park and of course we stole a few gropes here and there. susan had even flashed me her breasts a time or two.
Once on the interstate, I had my hand resting on her inner thigh stroking it softly up to the hem of her short shorts. I glanced over at her and said, "why don't you take off your shorts and panties? It would make my job a whole lot easier."...

From the first time I laid eyes on Nikki, I wanted her. She was a stunner (and still is). Everything about her drew me like a magnet or more accurately, like a moth to a flane. Just her scent as she passed would cause my cock to stir.
Nikki is about 5'7", slender with beautiful long black hair. As I later discovered, she is a lot Cherokee. She has what the French describe as perfect breasts-perky and each would fill a champagne glass perfectly. As if that wasn't enough, her back view is even better. That...

Thursday, September 12th, 1:23 pm
The whiskey washed over my tongue, a smoky symphony of flavors that mingled and reminded me that there were good things to drink in this world besides water.
I hadn't realized how sore I'd gotten from the past few days... or how tired I was. It wasn't just a feeling of lack of quality sleep. It was a deep, bone-weary exhaustion after several days of hard labor... something that simple sleep couldn't cure. Only a long rest would do that....

Shannon

Mais Oui! Reminder & Special Offer
Shannon stretched, tightening and arching her body before settling back into the cushions of her chaise. She tapped the new link on her smartphone.
May We clean your home today? Mais Oui!
Our team will arrive at 4:00 today. You are currently subscribing to the following services:...

Jessica had been staring over the paperwork for hours. She was looking for reasons not to sign it but kept coming up empty. Still, she couldn't bring herself to admit that a part of her wanted to sign.
It was easier the first time around.
Jessica was settling into what she thought of as her new life. That was probably overselling it a little, but after years of feeling like she didn't have much of a life at all, maybe overselling wasn't such a bad thing. Professionally, the extra work had paid off. Sh...

WINSTON AND PRISCILLA, Pt. 2

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is based... loosely... on real events... and wild flights of fantasy. Only the names have changed.
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"When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?" ― Shannon L. Alder...

One thing kept bothering them though. It was a dark cloud hanging over their heads.
Arnold would leave the farm at the end of September to resume his courses at the agricultural university.
They dreaded to talk about it.
Until one day in August Helga took the initiative.
"Harold, we need to talk, you know about what, don't you," she said over diner....

Chapter Four
"... get up," the words died in Derek's mouth. After a stunned pause, he muttered "Shit" and quickly turned, closing the door.
I was mortified - but I couldn't stop cumming. I pushed my head back into the pillow as the orgasm hit hard. As the last blast subsided, I cleaned up with the now-not-quite-so-crusty shirt and quickly pulled on some sweats and my last clean shirt....

When something goes well, its human nature to want to return to where it went well, and to feel that same feeling. As my previous experience was told, i had an unexpected and pleasurable sexual experience at a riverbank during a fishing trip. My wife has no idea to this day what happened.
I tried to remain heterosexual. My wife and I have a great sex life, but the appeal and feeling of a new and exciting same sex exploration is unmatched. Since I had a sexual experience at the riverbank, I wanted it agai...

The sun was setting in the west as heavy clouds were gathering. Seth had made it to a small stream at the bottom of a narrow canyon. He had just had time to water his horse and find some twigs and dry grass. There was a slight outcrop over a spot that offered just a little cover as it clearly seemed to be raining soon....

Background (Who's writing this Drivel?)
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To set the foundation for this collection of inappropriate adventures, it seems like a little background might be in order. The background story here covers the ages of eighteen through twenty-five, and sets up some stories of my late twenties that will follow as separate stories. I was a college professor during that time and I managed to get myself into trouble,...

Everyone in this story is at least 19 years of age.
I couldn't believe all the women I know were having so much fun having me naked the whole weekend. I couldn't believe how they aggressively fucked me and sat on my face as I ate their pussies. This all started with a lost bet among a neighborhood couple and my wife and I. The person with the least viewed Literotcia story would need to spend the weekend naked and have whatever sex done to them that the others wanted. After this naked weekend, I was black...

I'm Ryan, and here is a story from years ago that I still think about. It was back when I was 21 and in the Navy. I was in great shape. I loved to run and lift weights, not because I was one of those stuck-up jock types but because I felt good and I knew being muscular and toned, it gave me confidence around women....

How we write.
Bill:
It was just after dinner when Mary said that we really needed to get writing on the story that we were working on, reminding me that our publisher's deadline was fast approaching. She told me to prepare our writing space while she took care of a few things. She gave me a heated kiss before scampering off to the bedroom....

"I'll be there in a few minutes," the text alert read.
Melody would be meeting her new Daddy for the first time, and she knew what was expected of her. She will be dressed in her schoolgirl outfit, white stockings, black heels, pigtail wig, and secured in her chastity cage. Daddy made it clear that she should not be wearing panties today. She was on her knees, back straight, and facing the door....

War and Love - Irish Exile
© JoeMo1619 - July 2025 ff.
Nearby Limerick, Irish Free State, spring and summer 1936

The small steam locomotive slowly pulled our train -- comprising only three carriages -- along the western Irish coastal route from Limerick to Athenry. The next stop was to be Sixmilebridge, where I was to disembark and be met by my relatives and their coachman. "A real coachman," my mother had told me. "Aunt Shauna doesn't own a car. That's still a true rarity in the west of Irelan...

Unmasked: He Made Her Bloom for Him


By: Ishani

Chapter 1 - The Unspoken Tension
Tanveer Khurana had never been a man who lost control.
At thirty-six, he ran a mid-sized tech firm in Mumbai with the precision of a Swiss watch. Trim beard, pressed shirts, commanding voice everything about him whispered authority. His employees respected him. Some feared him. But none knew the quiet hunger he carried behind that well-ironed mask....

When I got to the office I felt like I was on top of the world. It was a Friday, beautiful day out, I slept great, and for the first time in years, I came into the office early.
I plopped down at my desk, coffee in hand ready to take on the day. Ok to be honest, like I said, it was a Friday, so I knew we wouldn't be doing jack shit once the afternoon hit. That was fine by me, more time to talk to Alyssa, maybe take her out for a nice long lunch at Panera, get to know her a little more....

Jin had apparently taken an organic chemistry class with me three years earlier. I was embarrassed to confess that I had no recollection of it, but she seemed to not be bothered by my faulty memory. It was, after all, a class of nearly three hundred students that met for three lectures per week, for ten weeks. I did recognize her name from the class roster, but she herself was all-in-all forgettable. Yet there we sat, in my living room, reminiscing about something I couldn't fully remember. The only reason ...

The brush moved in slow, uncertain strokes, dragging pale gold across the canvas -- a fading sun slipping behind unfinished hills. Autumn sat cross-legged on the floor of her apartment, surrounded by half-used tubes of paint, a cold mug of tea, and a silence that felt louder than it should.
It had been a week....

I have always had a passion for art. I did very well in Graphic Design at both school and university, where I gained first class honours. So when a position at one of the most prestigious schools was advertised, I jumped at the opportunity to secure the place.
On the morning of the interview, the first person I met was the groundsman. I asked for directions and he accompanied me to the headmistress office. He seemed to be a nice guy. A nice build and one of the best asses I've seen on a man. As he walked...

At 6:45 when an exhausted Kenny (a. k. a. Kurt) and smiling Monica were leaving the suite, she told him that she was going to give him the highest possible marks on her evaluation. "Way better than my ex husband, and I am sure better than any of the boys from college before I got married. You were delightful."...

Author's Note:
In 2007, I accidentally looked up Literotica on my iPhone while I was at work. I didn't have a VPN at the time (I wasn't terribly internet savvy), and I freaked out -- thinking that it would be flagged and not only would I get fired, but I'd be outed as well. I immediately contacted Literotica, and requested that my account be deleted, knowing all my stories would be nuked as well....

Elli was a bored girl. Her father was mayor, and he desired to marry her off now that she was eighteen, so Elli got many suitors calling, and they were all a bore. First, they expect her to be beautiful, which she was. Long blonde hair often called yellow. It hung to her waist. Eye blue like--well the suitors often call like the ocean in their sad poetry--like cornflowers she likes more but none of the boys have a rhyme for ers. A smile that the suitors found alluring but was better called bored....

The usual disclaimers. There are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies in my little world. Everyone engaging in sexual acts is over the age of eighteen. This tale includes spanking, anal, and humiliation. If those things turn you off, please choose another of my stories.
A brief sidebar. I am retired and live in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. Six months ago, I met a 54-year-old Dutch woman while walking the beach. After a few drinks she said she wanted to play games with me. In her rented condo she showed me how w...

Part One: Plastic Heaven
The scenes that gathered around me were nearly ethereal, otherworldly. I sat on the beach, watching and listening to the ocean's roar. It was almost hypnotic the way it swooshed in and out, receding shyly. Except for this, it was oddly quiet - like an unnamed paradise that I had somehow found myself in. The sun was setting, dipping below the surface of the horizon, mingling with the ripples of the water, laughing at its mangled reflection. The day had strangely slipped from my gr...

CHAPTER TWO: OATH WEJEMAHALRIAR.
Fifty years before Vuli and Bera reunited.
I arrive at the Farmhouse past daybreak, rubbing the sore muscles on my neck while glancing at the small, two-floor, three-bedroom shelter which used to house one of the most powerful people on the planet. I don't know about Ruba, but whenever I see the ruler of humanity, my girlfriend's parent, 'farmer's child' doesn't exactly come to mind, no matter how many books I've read on the matter or how many stories Lera has told me ...