I saw Debbie standing outside the shop talking to a girl. I wondered who she was. I'd seen her occasionally and thought she stayed on the top floor flat sometimes. I recall seeing her once with Debbie and Anthea when they were going out for the night.
We'd never spoken apart from the odd friendly greeting if passing, she is very pretty but the guy she was with, looked the sort who would rip your head off then ask questions later just for looking at her....

Buzzzz. My phone rattled on the desk. Messenger, Sadie. I smiled to myself and leant back in my chair as I unlocked my phone.
"Feeling Angelic" was the message, followed by a picture of her looking into the camera with wide, bright blue, beautiful eyes. God, how I loved those eyes, always smiling. I typed a quick reply back, "Stunning as ever, but the eyes don't fool me - I know there's naughty in there"....

Even though I was fucking Rebecca every chance I could get, I was still fucking Amanda every chance too. Most of the sessions between me and Amanda were started because she asked me about what me and Rebecca had been up to. She wanted to hear it constantly and wanted every detail which I was happy give her. Sometimes as I told Amanda what Rebecca had done, she would do a copycat version, and follow along by doing the same things. It was absolutely incredible....

The Bad Professor and the Good Girl
It was late when Bianca went to her professor's office, but she knew he'd be there.
He'd been there the last three nights when she'd come to him to pick his brain on her thesis. He was so patient with her, which just made her annoyed, mostly. She wanted him to snap at her or tell her to get out of his office. Something. Anything. Any bit of emotion would make it feel like he felt something toward her....

Walter Mitty of Sex
And His Mentor
Whenever Dave looked at a woman, any woman, he always imagined her nude. He couldn't help it, or at least he didn't want to. He enjoyed thinking about woman without clothes in sexual ways when he was doing studying or working at the library, cooking for himself, or doing housework, or just relaxing on the couch watching tv. The women on the television he imagined without clothes, always. If he was at a restaurant and a woman was sitting across from him at a table, he...

Hi Everybody.
Another chapter in our story of how we started our married life together. I hope you enjoy reading it. Please feel free to start from the beginning at Chapter one if you're coming in at this stage. We have another few chapters to go - but I have combined two here. I felt they sat better as one. It has been quite cathartic to write it. It is out of our system now, we have very much moved on, but writing it now it seems clear we were being drawn in - albeit to meet our goals at the time. Enjo...

People know me as Reporter Shilpa -- the voice of reason on screen. The storm in heels. A saree-clad icon with a mic in hand and fire in my tone. I walk into studios and rallies like I own the damn place. Because I do. I've earned it.
But away from the cameras, I'm something more primal. More human. More woman....

We came to this party to watch people fuck and to have people watch us fuck. We sat on the couch naked, watching other couples and groups doing their thing. I had one hand on my cock and my other hand on my wife's pussy. Her nipples were rock hard and begging to be touched.
"Do you see any pussy that interests you."...

I took Georges hard cock out of my mouth and stood up; but kept wanking him. He was going weak at the knees and I didn't want him to come but I did want to keep him on the boil.
"You be a good boy later, don't embarrass me and I'll reward you when you get home." I said.
George nodded and I turned him around, taking a biro pen off the side. I then wrote across his lower back, Susan's property. He asked me what the hell I was doing and I said it was a medical pointer. He huffed and pulled up his pants. ...

Author's Note
This is our first story. Lexi and Jace are fictional stand-ins for me and my wife of three years--and yes, this scene was inspired by something we actually did. Lexi is an exhibitionist and Jace is a voyeur who loves watching her expose herself. The closer and longer the view, the better for both of them. Writing it together has brought back every delicious, daring detail....

Jilly sexual therapist part 3
Copyright© Catcher78 All Rights Reserved
Author's Notes:
Shout out to Challenger69 for the editing
Characters:
Jilly Arnold, forty-two-year-old single and counselor-therapist, escort v-blogger, professor.
Tali, Teri and Tina, Jilly's daughters
Jefferson Coolidge and Viviane Anderson, Professors, Jilly's colleague's and lovers of Jilly...

Morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting gentle patterns across the tangled sheets where Isobel and I lie wrapped around each other. The mirror above the bed reflects the peaceful scene: two souls still entwined in the quiet aftermath of a night spent surrendering to each other over and over....

Fruit Juice and More


Gay Erotic Fiction


By


Effigy-T


© 2019

His bladder, after a day of refraining from bathroom breaks, felt like it was going to explode. Time, Jack agreed with his reflection in the mirror, to have some fun.
He grinned as he shoved his pants and underwear down to his knees freeing the full nine inches of his erection. Stepping out of them, he was completely naked....

Mrs. Weinstein wasn't like the other women in the neighborhood. It's probably a little over the top to say that she looked glamorous all the time, but she was always put together in a way that the other moms weren't. No matter the situation. I had never seen her in any athletic wear or sweatpants, not even a tee shirt on the rare occasion I saw her picking up the paper on her steps or having a friendly chat with the mailman. Instead, a skirt or a dress hugged her curvy ass and a fitted blouse struggled to c...

this is the beginning of the slowest of all slow burns, that THBGato requested I write. it might take a hundred or more years to complete, but luckily the main character (me) is a witch so that's only a problem for the unlucky mortals who want to read this

- - sorry 'bout that


many thanks to KN2005 for beta reading and editing...

Priapus


Word Count: 4400

Terry double-locked the door behind him and turned off his phone before stripping naked. For what he planned on doing, he wanted no interruptions of any sort. He fixed himself a quick supper of leftover meatloaf, ate it mechanically, stroking the eight inch length of his hardening cock with his free hand, then headed into his spare bedroom, his erection bobbing and dripping pre-cum with anticipation....

A Weekend Houseboy.


When your past catches up with you.

Hi; I am Paul, twenty three, after a falling out with my family, their words, I brought the family into disrepute. Moved from my home town in York to be a laboratory assistant in a Genetic Microbiologist laboratory in a large pharmaceutical research facility in Oxfordshire. I always have been a bit of a geek, loner too, the thought of being on my own sounded cool....

A New Touch
By 40somethinginashford
It was Lucie who booked the massage.
"You carry everything in your shoulders," she said, and kissed one of them. "Let someone else take care of you for once."
She handed me the confirmation email with a soft smile. "You'll like him."
I didn't ask what she meant by that. But I noticed the detail - him....

Disclaimer/Author's note: Everyone in this is 18+ and consenting, and this is completely fictional. Please send me any comments or feedback you have. I appreciate any encouragement you've got. I hope you're enjoying this.
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Mary was relentless; she wanted me to fail and cum right there in the tub. I was trying my hardest to keep that from happening. I wanted to earn my surprise from Miss Angela. I tried to move my body forward, to release from ...

As soon as I stepped onto the platform, I found myself entering that tunnel from across the atrium. Mark and Kat were right behind me. The springy ground wound down into a dark room lit only faintly by nodules in the walls and ceilings, and large glowing mushrooms around the floor. Rather, what I assumed was the floor. It looked more like these large ones were growing out of a bottomless black chasm....

All sexual activity is with characters 18 years of age or older.
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Hey, how ya doin'? Name's Hugh Johnson. No, really! "Hugh," not Hubert, is actually on my birth certificate. Hugh is a long-standing family name due to a great-grandfather being a war hero or something, and I'm lucky enough to have been saddled with the Johnson surname as well. Even worse, my Dad's name is also Hugh. That's right: I'm Hugh Johnson, Jr....

As we walked through the town, I half listened to my wife going on about the dress she had seen and how she thought it would be great for some wedding we were going to next month. I wasn't sure why she bothered taking me on these shopping trips, as I would agree with her choices, whatever she brought, mainly because I wasn't stupid enough to disagree with her....

That T-Shirt Smell

Mark goes looking for his T-shirt, which seemed to have walked away. He finds it being worn by a willing partner.
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Mark was twenty-seven years old and alone in his parents' house. He was only in town for a couple of days on business. He'd awakened to find a note indicating his Mom and Dad had taken his eighteen-year-old sister out shopping....

"Do we, though?"
John had actually been pleased by his ability to respond with anything, much less sarcasm, at Riley's sudden appearance. She appeared less so, though it was hard to tell exactly what she thought behind the dark sunglasses that covered a good portion of her face. She adjusted the long coat she had on, pulling the small open area under her chin closed with one hand and let out something like a sigh, but said nothing else....

After my first session as a bonafide hooker, my head was spinning.
Upon arrival back at Sasha's lair, I was grilled a bit about the experience. Being my first encounter, it was a more thorough inquiry than I experienced after future sessions, but in the end I had little to say and just hoped the men were pleased....

Esme and the Artists
Author's Note: In this world, all characters are 18 or older. There are no unplanned pregnancies. STDs don't exist. Any mention of a specific product doesn't constitute an advertisement or endorsement, and I have no financial connection with the manufacturer or any retailers. I acknowledge beforehand that naturalists don't make the same connection between nudity and sex that "textiles" often do, but this is a Literotica fantasy after all....

One fateful night inside a bar, I saw a beautiful dark caramel skinned woman who looked back at me. I smiled. She smiled back. It was at that time, I started to disrobe her with my eyes. To be honest, I think she knew. She had dark brown eyes and the sexiest pair of full lips I probably had ever seen. I was turned on already. Her name was Mia. She sashayed over, next to me and said......

My wife Krystal is 5'6, 140 pounds. Beautiful double D titties and a nice ass. Long red hair with green eyes and a pretty face. I almost lost her to a young black man.
When she came home it was quite the adjustment. She had finally convinced Andre to go back to Ohio so she wouldn't feel bad about coming home to her family. She set some ground rules before she moved back in. I wouldn't bring up anything that had happened, and she could talk to whoever she wanted. The plan was for her to set up a room in t...

Time flies so fast when you're having fun.
It had been six weeks since Gloria Aldred had seduced her very young gardener. Six glorious weeks of fucking and sucking at all times of day and night.
After first screwing Paul on the back patio, Gloria had enjoyed sweaty sex with the man in the bedroom, the lounge, the sun room, the shower, the bath, even in the back seat of her Range Rover. They'd worked their way through the Kama Sutra and back again -- and she'd enjoyed every moment of it. The wonders of...

Chapter 1: The Spare Room
My mother met a new man and got remarried to Wes Scott, my new stepdad. We packed up all our stuff and headed to my new home. He has two sons, Mason and Jesse who I never met before because they were always away at college. Mason is 21 and Jesse is 20. Wes is in his 40s but looks like he's in his early 30s. He looks after himself and from the sounds of what I hear from him and my mother at night, he knows what he's doing in the bedroom. I'm 19, bookworm and going to college. I'm...