Port Howard, West Falklands, March 1982
Autumn in the Southern Hemisphere had already begun in March with its usual storms. It was not without reason that sailors and seafarers of past centuries who had ventured into the South Atlantic for various reasons had dubbed this region the "Roaring Sixties." I, Margret MacIntosh, née Douglas, called Maggie, thirty years old, widowed for two years and without children, had been managing our family farm above Port Howard on the sparsely populated western main isla...

Carrie was supposed to be looking for--what? A deed? A birth certificate? That fucking folder Angela swore was somewhere in "one of the green bins in the guest room closet." The closet that smells like plastic and garlic salt. The closet with three decades of Catholic guilt boxed up in Jo-Ann Fabrics tubs and labeled in Angela's fat red Sharpie....

A grey Prius was waiting for me at the rental spot next to the airport. I plunked down behind the seat mounting my phone with the location programmed. My flight was especially cramped, but necessary to keep the extra cash I've received to vet this job, no questions asked. Personally speaking, I wanted to find out who'd put me on blast. I was pretty much a private contractor living on the peripheral, between the pages....

A massive thank you to the Anora / MorbidOrb for their feedback.
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Saturday morning, I did my thing. Which meant I went for a jog. All the things Louise had revealed last night were still spinning around in my head, and the anxiety made my stride quicker than usual. Did I regret last night's conversation? Well... no. A huge part of me regretted not being more of a man and standing up for myself, but after Tony and Louise ruined our date night, I couldn't help but be enthralled by the depravity....

Hi, I'm Liticia Litzerini, Literotica's new home page mascot. I knew I'd be famous, but I'm still stunned by the attention I'm getting on The Author's Hangout even though you can only see my silhouette. Maybe they'll take me out for a lobster dinner.
My Mom was Laura Litzerini, the original Home page girl and she'd hung out there for around 25 years....

California Summer
By Magda McKune
Part Two
CHAPTER 5
I went to my bedroom and lit two taper candles on the dresser. I snapped off the light, casting the room into the dim orange glow of the flickering flames. I shed my clothes and crawled on top of the bed, stretching out and waited for my companion to join me....

Understanding flooded Cove's mind. He had murdered real people in their dreams! The dragon man, the merman, that woman with the penis mace, the vampire, the guy pretending to be Hitler, and most importantly, the Russian President, whose self-assured smirk looked back at him from the news app proclaiming his death during the night. That guy had been in the guise of a fiery demon straight out of Tolkien's Middle Earth before Cove used the onyx marble to take away his power before the ebon blade killed him....

It's 6.15 a. m. You are already at the office in preparation for the meeting. An important day for you, so having showered an hour ago you dress in the outfit picked out the night before; tailored navy trousers, black heels and a white silk shirt. Underwear is pretty, not 'everyday' but not over the top either -- the kind with enough lace and sheer panels to make you feel good. The outfit is completed with a fine silver chain with a heavy hanging bar which is noticeable through the three buttons of your shi...

"That's another hour I'm not getting back," I thought to myself as I watched my date drive off.
I had just been on a disastrous Tinder date. She did match her profile picture, which was an improvement on a lot of my recent matches, but we had nothing in common. It was like someone else had been replying to her messages when we had been arranging to meet. Add that to her spending almost all of the time on her phone replying to messages from her friends and it was not the recipe for success. I did the gent...

I remember the front doors to the apartment complex seeming more like an iron portcullis than two smudged glass rectangles framed in cheap metal. I looked down at the texted instructions my friend had sent.
(Apartment 220. Button at entrance)
I looked at the row of buttons on the well worn panel next to the door. There were so many, and the labels were so faded that it took me a few minutes just to find 220's. When I pressed it, nothing happened. Part of me wanted to say "oh well, I tried," and leave,...

During college one of my friends would collect our cash and rent a big trailer-mounted hot tub for a weekend when his parents were away. It was super big, I think we maxed out at 15 people in it at one point. Everyone loved it, and the intimacy of everyone being half naked together added some spice.
Our second night of hot-tubbing people started to drift back inside just before midnight, and Susan and I were the only two left in the hot tub. One by one I noticed all of the lights inside eventually turnin...

"You stupid doll!"
Laile lay as a pathetic scrapheap on the floor.
Her chest had been caved in, and limbs were in various states of breakage. The biomechanic, with a heavy apron, steel-toed boots, and odd visor sitting atop her head, looked down at the mostly severed head before her. It was still attached by wires and cables to her spine, and a few tubes that carried various chemicals and biologics to and from what little original flesh she had left in her head....

Arriving a healthy twenty minutes late to the office, a healthy amount of his own beer already drunk, Chris pulled himself out of his car and fixed his collar. Looking at himself in the reflection of the window, he smiled, the smugness palpable in the air. As he ran a hand through his slicked back blond hair, he made his way toward the entrance, scanned himself inside, and made his way down the hallway toward the series of offices where the party was taking place. The buzz in his head was comfortable and di...

Rebecca sighed. It was 2am and she was still awake.
Her wife, Hannah, was sound asleep. Rebecca loved Hannah more than anything. She absolutely adored her. Her smiles, her support, her giggles, her athletic body, her homemade spaghetti.
However, a hunger gnawed at Rebecca.
While their love was strong, their lovemaking was weak. Lately, their familiar Saturday night routine had become nothing more than an unsatisfying habit....

Chapter Seventeen
Siwang trembled on his bride while feeling his mother crawling up beside the happy couple. He broke the kiss with Anji and saw the hunger in Xiongbu's dark eyes. Her tongue flicked over her lips. He knew what his mother craved.
"She wants to devour you," said Siwang.
"Again?" Anji grinned. "Mother Xiongbu, you ate me out with Siwang."...

How to Prevent a Girl From Sucking Your Thumb
Of course "thumb" is a euphemism and what I am explaining is way more complex than that.
But first I need to explain that I am quite aware that there are a lot of guys who DO want girls to suck his thumb, maybe every guy who is not gay and is aware of how it might feel. But if you actually get them to be honest about the topic, they rarely actually REQUEST that kind of action unless they have been drinking or taking drugs. In fact, a major reason for drink...

AN: My story was inspired by Ann Douglas' excellent story, The Price and written with her permission. If you have not done so, please read her story and send her praise.
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~Saturday~
Lacey Madsen's deep and very restful sleep was interrupted by the sound of a very annoying alarm clock breaking the silence. The blonde, who was her school's most popular girl, tries to sit up but finds she is being held tightly in place by someone's arms. It isn't until she feels a slight twinge from the paddling sh...

*A woman betrayed on her first date finds a way to pay back the favor after an experiment gone "right". Written around 2022.*
"Hold still, now. Hold still!"
Aylah had awoken on a hard metal table with a bright white light above her, the dark faces of several people peering over her and holding her in place. She screamed and thrashed as they held her arms and legs, but it was to no avail. She saw the silhouette of a syringe outlined above her, in the hands of one of her captors, and she screamed again....

We laid entwined on the lounger for a few more minutes, Aimee topless and wrapped in my arms as she came back to earth from her multisensory extravaganza of an orgasm.
The smoke from the finished fireworks show wafted overhead. Sporadic explosions continued popping off in the distance.
Aimee sighed deeply and said, "I need a shower. Do you want to come with me?"...

CHAPTER 04 of 05: MILK
The Venable Home had long ensured handsome fees by providing a suite of services designed to appeal to the well-educated, moneyed and indulgent parents of its residents. At its founding this included home economics classes for errant females, promising a near seamless return to their intended trajectory to hostess cocktail parties for their professional husbands after having delivered and surrendered their offspring. By the time of the most recent Rut times and residents had change...

All characters in sexual situations are fictional and 18 years of age and older.
My life as I was let to be started when I was younger. After high school I worked and played around.
Never had any luck with the ladies.
A few of us were hanging out in a sports bar, we were all too young to buy. One of our friend's Father was there with us. It got late and everyone left except me and Rick's father, Oscar....

A/N: This story contains two transgender characters (FtM & MtF). It also features piss and mild blood.
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Lucy was on edge. She was quickly starting to regret staying late at work. She'd missed the bus, and without the money for a cab, she had to walk home. The cool night breeze blew beneath her skirt and tickled her long bare legs. She pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders, but the thin fabric did little against the chill....

THE HOTEL WINDOW
CHAPTER ONE
The Watcher
I first saw them as they were checking in to the hotel around midday. She was dressed in jeans, not too tight, but they hugged her shapely ass and strong legs. She was wearing a t-shirt that left one to wonder what lay beneath. She walked like an athlete, fluid and confident. She had what appeared to be long curly hair pulled up in a bun, with reading glasses perched on her head. She wasn't wearing makeup and was naturally beautiful. He was also dressed casu...

Jill was tiny. Extremely tiny. She was a coworker, and couldn't have weighed more than 95 lbs, at most. She was Filipino, but the shape of her eyes was noticeable-- they were quick, delicately structured, and always perfectly framed by her eyeliner.
In fact, she did everything very carefully and directly. When sitting at her desk, her back was ramrod straight. She rarely wasted time, ever....

It is the day of Jim's party. Debbie, Cassidy and me have refrained from sex for the last three days. It was not easy. My name is Daniel. I am legally married to Debbie and we are husband and wife to Cassidy, Just not legally. Jim is the manager of 4 cover bands, and he has a history in the pornography business....

Out on the high seas, female stowaways need to keep well hidden. Lest they be found by the horny seadogs and then taken advantage of.
(Lewd sounds by Shinlalala)


The Stowaway [M4F] by Skogman

















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Boyfriend experience, first upload. I come home late from work and I find you in the mood.
It turned me on thinking that you will listen and it felt great. I got wet and hard the moment I started the recording.


Romantic Quickie After Work [M4F] by robibobi







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[F4M] [OC] Monster Hunter Mommy Captures Werewolf [puppy / pet] [muzzle / gag] [collar] [trying to resist] [you need to be trained] [SPH] [humiliation] [mean femdom] [bound to me] [magic] [reach around] [pegging] [strap on implied but not mentioned] [countdown] [spit as lube]...

It might be the hormones, I dunno... but I feel so dang touch-deprived, it's ridiculous.
Feel free to send positive (but constructive) feedback. It's what keeps me coming back here to Literotica.
Enjoy! ;)


Touch-Starved AF by tarkustrooper











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A dark sci-fi space cowboy drama for all you!
Synopsis: It is the distant future after the collapse and destruction of earth. Very few people remain and those that do exist living their lives separated by the sexes. You are the female pilot of a crashed ship on a barren planetoid when another pilot, a male (the speaker), also crash lands onto it. He claims to want to help, to be harmless. But is he really what he seems? Are you? (37 min)...