Seven twenty-five. Not too long until he'd arrive then. Demi sipped her soda and quietly thought. Her eyes wandered briefly over to her twin sister, Katie. Where she could tell Katie was excited, Demi was busy going over a mental checklist. Third party location, check. That'd be the restaurant the guy offered to meet at and the hotel that could happen after. Friends knew where they were, check. She'd send a text to one once back at the hotel. If that text didn't come, said friend would call the cops. Not th...

Expanded summary: Newly-turned twenty-something werewolf Colt is a huge pain in the ass, constantly antagonizing his alpha, Liam. Alistair, Liam's husband, is frankly getting a little sick and tired of Colt's shit, so he makes a suggestion: Liam should beat the kid's ass like he's clearly begging for and maybe bend him over a desk or something and rail him until he stops being a brat. This turns out to be a great idea that works perfectly, because Alistair is a genius....

Dominants know that nothing pleases me more than sitting down to write. And in all of their glorious higher knowledge they force me to do it. It is not my place to question their divine will which allows me to live such a fulfilling life of luxury. To many my circumstances are ideal and exceedingly sexy....

In a sensual mood, I review and describe the 1906 perfume La Rose Jacqueminot by Francois Coty. I talk about the life of Coty and the history of the making of this first important floral perfume. I get so turned on by smelling it and deconstructing the notes and the way it makes me feel that I begin to play with my pussy while holding a single rose and rubbing it on my nude body. I then have my orgasm....

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Author's note. This chapter sets up a longer story characters introduced and so forth. Nobody under the age of eighteen fucks in this true story. Any fucking is between adults and there is no glorification of sex. In this story sex is the cudgel that destroys a family. This story has been edited by challenger69 an approved Literotica editor...

September and Samirah have spent their first night together and now they must figure out what it means
Tember woke up to the smell of bacon cooking and soft music playing. "I can't believe I did that last night. What was I thinking? I've never been with a woman," Tember thought to herself. But even as she thought it, she couldn't deny what had to have been the most exquisite night she had ever spent with anyone. Samirah had been the best lover she had ever had. She handled her body like her body was made...

Chapter 1: Val and me - first confidences
My name is Stan, I'm 44, and my wife, Val, is 47.
I'm French, and built like a Viking: 1m92, blond, long hair, a fairly muscular body... although, at my age, a little belly has started to set in. I don't go to the gym, but I'm active every day at my job, which is pretty physical, so let's say I look like Thor, somewhere between "Avengers" and "Endgame"....

Dawn of
The First... Tuesday.
-No Hours Remain-
It's funny how, even as an adult, wearing a set of headphones playing a particularly juicy beat can make it seem like you're in a world of your own. The music wraps around you like a cloak while you dip and dodge between your fellow students like some sort of ninja while the epic tones of the Sons of Asgard blast in your ears. Sure, plenty of people gave you weird looks as you mouthed the words and spun about like a ballerina on cocaine....

*This is a work of fiction.
All characters are 21+
All actions are consensual even if specified otherwise.*
We messaged back and forth for a few weeks. I told her about everything. I told her what I'm interested in, my experience, my fetishes, my desires. In countless video calls and texts, she learned everything I could tell her about myself. She wanted a live-in sub/slave to be hers. It was a dream come true. I would live at her home under her direction and care. I agreed to everything. All I had...

I shouldn't have worn the red dress.
He told me not to. Three days ago, in a message that ended with a period and nothing more:
"Do not wear red."
Of course, I wore it.
Not because I wanted to defy him -- not exactly -- but because I wanted him to notice that I could. That I still had teeth under all that obedience....

Chapter 4 -- Pablo/Pup Mellow
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'Come on, Mellow, up! We've been calling you for the last hour for your breakfast. You have your training lesson today,' Harry yelled, clanging on the cage.
Pablo stirred awake in his cage at hearing his pup name, squinting his eyes at the sunshine beaming in through the windows. He turned over in his warm, comfy dog bed and covered his face with his mitts, trying his best to block the sun with his paws. He groaned at the assistant handler making a racket and hop...

It was summer vacation, right after my 18th birthday. The warmest in recent years. My father had rented a house in the south of Luxembourg. A big house with turrets, made of black stones. It was a bit gloomy but it had a large garden. Inside it was old-fashioned, past glory, a little dilapidated. I (the only girl) did not dare to sleep alone in one of the large bedrooms so, to his annoyance, I slept in my brother's room. At the end of the hallway was my father's bedroom. Grandpa slept in the attic. The stai...

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"Stop it, Terry, you're hurting your sister!" a worried Mary shouted,
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but her son continued to kneel on Lissy's upper arms to keep her from wriggling out from under him.
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"He used to do that as a little boy when they argued," laughed Paul, who was sitting in a folding chair in front of the large family tent....

After my dad passed away, my mom and I found ourselves feeling really alone. Since we were already pretty close, we became even more open with each other, sharing our secrets, fantasies, and more, which led to us being intimate. To the outside world, we still act like a mother and son, but at home, we're more like a husband and wife....

It was early spring, and my wife had to go out west on a business trip for a week. Ironically, she is a loan officer for a religious origination, she must evaluate churches for credit worthiness and make presentations of the loan during Sunday services. It's boring work if you ask me but I get to tag along sometimes to some cool places....

Author's note: I guess I like writing horror? I did not know that about myself. This one's a little bit scarier than the last one, I think. Hard to judge when I'm the one that wrote it. Be warned.
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Six nights in a row it had happened, and I was wrung out like an old dishrag. Every night it started the same, the horrid creature freezing me in place and slowly approaching from the edge of my vision, eyes full of hatred and all too human within its inhuman visage....

This is the 7th chapter of a much longer story. If you have not read the previous chapters, I strongly suggest you do so before continuing with this one. This is a long, narrative, and character-driven story with plenty of spicy parts along the way. Enjoy!
DLG Chapter 7
Dishes clank and clatter over the chatter of the Double Triangle's breakfast crowd. The smells of bacon, coffee, and toast waft through the air as Chelsea leans through the service window and yells, "More shcrambled eggsh for table shi...

Content Warning: This story contains incest, non-consensual sex acts and other such taboo themes, all portrayed in a fairly light-hearted fashion. Think of the way older Girlsway videos tackled these topics and you'll get what sort of vibe the story is going for- extremely kinky, a little fucked up, but nothing that's going to leave you depressed or questioning your life choices once post-nut clarity hits....

Ever since mum had announced her pregnancy to me, her 18 year old son, our family bonds felt more stronger and tied together than ever.
The fact that I was due to become a father with my mother brought an equality to mine and dad's relationship. I felt a brotherhood with him now and he respected me for showing myself to be a man like he was, impregnating my mother....

Witch


Chapter Three

By the time I'd dressed and went upstairs, my mother and sister had left the house. A note was laying on the counter, next to the coffee maker, along with two Excedrin pills. Popping the pills into my mouth, I poured a cup of coffee. It was a delicate balance between taking in just enough hot coffee to swallow the pills, and not burn my throat. Mission carried out, I smiled and sat down at the kitchen table, to read the note......

Thank you for reading, please rate and feedback is always welcome. Reminder, all characters and locations are fictional, and everyone is 18 years of age or older at the time any sexual encounters occur.
This is the fourth of a five-part series. Reading from the beginning is recommended.
Session 4 - Mother and Daughter...

Your Strict Cruel Therapist Humiliates You For Being Such A Pathetic Findom JOI Loser.
The sterile air of your therapist's office usually hummed with a quiet, professional dignity. Today however, it was thick with a different kind of silence -- a suffocating, judgmental one. You slump deeper into the plush, yet unyielding, armchair, your gaze is fixed on the intricate patterns of the rug. Anything to avoid the piercing stare of the woman across from you. Your therapist merely straightens her black satin ...

Bzzzzzzz!!
Oh God! Mistress was buzzing my prostate, with a ring around my balls, and a ring around the base of my dick, all through the remote bluetooth cage she had me wearing, right here at work, underneath my panties, all hidden by my slacks. It wasn't a chastity cage, at least not today. This insidious invention of hers was modular, with various interchangeable parts. Today I wasn't wearing any of the chastity attachments, so my dick wasn't therefore encumbered, but I did have the urethra milking at...

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Jenna, Teri, and Paula finished eating dinner at Mercatto's Grill, and by 9 p. m. were pulling into Jessica's spacious driveway. A scat party would be taking place in Jessica's home that evening, as has been the case every first Saturday of the month for several years now, and the three girls had been invited. Paula was a regular attendee, her niece Teri had been a few times, but for Jenna it would be her first. Several cars were already parked, the owners of w...

I really didn't think Aidan had it in him, but after punishing me soundly and practically fucking me with the cane on Friday night, he'd left me desperate for more of him. He'd seemed so timid the first time, which is why Charlie was so sure I couldn't get him to crack. We'd gotten so close, though. Tantalizingly close. He'd brought me to completion, albeit without touching me directly, but I had no doubt that it'd been deliberate....

All characters are 18 years of age or older.
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Although Angie was anxious to tell her older sister that she knew about her pants pooping fetish, she reluctantly waited for the right time to do it. After a few days passed, she had the opportunity....

Your Strict Cruel Therapist Humiliates You For Being Such A Pathetic Findom JOI Loser.[audio]
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Disclaimer: Every character portrayed in my audio is 18+. This audio was created by an adult for adults only. This is a fictional roleplay scenario/fantasy. In other words, this is not real. Please feel free to share or enjoy this script for your personal or private purposes. Copyright © 2025...

Another erotic fragrance review featuring my orgasm. I put on the vintage 1912 perfume Quelques Fleurs by Houbigant, a multi floral perfume. I talk about the history of the perfume and provide a description of the scent. I get turned on wearing it and play with my pussy and orgasm.


Perfume & Sex: Quelques Fleurs by Sexyprincesstofuck...

Dearest Elaine;
Edinburgh, 1992. Remember that flat? An absolute disgrace, a large, shared testament to entropy where five would-be engineers built their dens. I was the one who already knew I was failing out. It was into this glorious mess that you arrived, a beacon of focus from Aberdeen University. Driven, brilliant, the antithesis of my academic slide. Your arrival on Friday was a frantic compression of want, your growing sexual appetite--that burgeoning, baroque taste for decadence--met by the rush ...

Josh finishes wrapping up the gift he'd gotten his best friend, Alex, a custom fleshlight. Kind of a weird gift to be exchanged between a couple of straight guys, but this one was special: it had a link to Josh's wife. Alex would be able to toggle between Nessa's pussy and ass, anytime he wanted to.
She'd been reluctant, at first, when Josh suggested signing up to be a Real Cocksleeve, but the money would be good, and Nessa liked how hard Josh would get when he talked to her about it. He'd get so worked ...