All characters are well over 18 years of age. The story does involve a fiance cheating on his bride and her finding her inner slut in revenge. If this isn't your cup of tea, there are a ton of other stories on Lit.
I won't pretend that anything in this story is realistic, but hopefully fun. Enjoy!...

Lovely Clare
Hello. My name is David. Well, not really. That's just the name I'm using for myself in these stories. I don't want to tell you my real name. But, anyway. I'm David.
I live in San Francisco. I'm in my mid-50's now. I don't think that I'm necessarily a notable person. But, when I look back at the life I've led, I realize that not only is my current life situation a bit unorthodox, but the path that led me here has been rather interesting....

A quick hello to my new followers! Hi! I'm so glad you're all here! Welcome back to The Lodge! Hope you enjoy where our little group goes on their next romp. This story contains lots of bisexual action, gay blowjobs, lesbian cunnilingus, and pegging. If any of those thing bother you maybe skip this one. All characters are mine and anyone in sexual situations is over 18 years old. Enjoy!...

Prologue:
"So, it's agreed then, in order to determine if lesser males can be made to serve a far greater purpose in society, we should implement the beta testing protocols immediately." The tall slender and well endowed woman at the head of the table in the boardroom asked her assembled colleagues....

It had been 2 weeks since the Xmas works party, and Christmas was just a week away. Jill had managed to finish work until Boxing Day and was happy to have some time off. Rob would be finishing for his Christmas break in a few days but was still rather busy at work.
Jill spent many moments in the last couple weeks thinking about what happened at the Christmas party. Rob's boss, Alan had pinched her bum when saying goodbye at the end of the evening. Alan had also mentioned while they were dancing that they...

The door slammed like someone was trying to evict a ghost.
I flinched in my office chair, halfway through typing "synergistic content funnels" before realizing the death knell of domestic peace had just echoed from our front hall.
"Stace?" I called out, already wheeling backward from my desk.
The response was a sound somewhere between a sob and the dying gasp of a walrus....

Mike stood by the door, keys in hand, phone in the other, tapping his foot like a father waiting on a teen daughter to finish curling her hair. He was muttering something about traffic and lakehouse curfews when the bedroom door creaked open--and silence slammed into the room like a semi-truck.
Anita stepped out slowly, one high-heeled foot at a time. Her skin was glowing, her long, curly brown hair cascading over her shoulders like she was auditioning for a shampoo commercial. But Mike's eyes didn't eve...

Looking uncomfortable, Sue and Mark sat stiffly on their chairs opposite each other smiling, unsure what to do, avoiding each other's eyes across the table. Mrs Chan stood close by, in serious office attire, her legs astride, assertive. She held her phone steady filming the couple's uncertainty. What were they meant to do next?...

This chapter takes place immediately following Ch. 14 so read that one first. As always, please rate and comment. Merci, Petitmort
The afternoon sun hovered on the horizon as Jessica led Emily up the steps to the gazebo which clung to the cliff behind her beach house in Pleasure Point.
She was carrying a couple of wineglasses and a freshly opened bottle of Sauvignon Blanc....

Watching was half the fun.
From the privacy of her bedroom window Gloria Aldred looked down on her half acre of garden. Her gaze feasted on the manicured lawn, the lush flower beds, the trees in full summer leaf. But they were just a distraction, a mere sideshow for what really took her eye.
The young man was stripped to the waist, wearing only short red shorts, rolled down socks and heavy work boots as he laboured to turn over the sun-baked soil in the long beds that ran the full length of her enormo...

Honey, We Have to... Burn the Bitch
© Ribnitin, 2025
My entry in the 750-word challenge.
It was supposed to be a quiet Saturday afternoon. I spent the morning mowing the lawn, changing the AC filter and doing other mindless chores that come with home ownership. Sweaty and grumpy, I went upstairs for a shower. I planned to spend a few hours reading online erotica; it always ramped me up for a good time with Sherri, my wife of sixteen years. Sometimes we tried things from stories: cuffs, gags, ropes....

All characters come from my perverted imagination and are adults.
This is a tale about a young man who rose from a life of loneliness and near poverty to become a star, a whore for Black cock. This is his story.
I sit in my luxurious apartment in a large city which will go unnamed. I wait for my cell phone to chime hoping my sponsor will have a date for me. I am his call-boi....

After the ordeal of a day she'd been through, consisting of nothing but the monotonous task that was driving from one end of her small town to the next, as a pizza delivery girl all that Miriam could manage to squeak out was a short pathetic "Ugh".
Once she was through with her outburst Miriam's head went limp and slammed straight into the steering wheel's horn which in response shouted out a brief yet overpowering 'HONK' that echoed throughout the neighbourhood....

It was a little after three in the morning and someone was banging away on my doorbell. I pulled up the ring cam and saw a woman standing there holding a toddler. Lightning lit up my window followed by a thunderous boom as I raced down the steps. I opened the door, and the woman said, "Can we come in Jack?"...

Anastasia Seduces the Maid
It was a large kitchen, suitable for the size of the mansion. The gleaming stainless-steel appliances contrasted well with the dark wooden cupboards. An island in the middle was set up so that multiple people could work on preparing food at the same time. Everything was clean and sparkling. There was no sign of the beef brisket sandwiches that were served for lunch less than an hour ago. Even the air was clear, smelling faintly of cinnamon. It was an old trick using a kettle fu...

I'm a fairly boring guy in my late 20s, about 5'7" tall with a slight build, medium-length dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. For fun I like to read, play guitar, and go on long walks around town and on hiking trails. I'm not a hermit, but I'm not very sociable either. I'm content to live a quiet, peaceful life, with no grand ambitions. I got a vasectomy a few years ago. I had a girlfriend for two years, but we broke up not too long ago. She changed her mind and decided that she did want kids after all....

"What in the world do you think you're doing, young lady?!" Her voice was sharp and dangerous.
I was so infatuated with my image in the mirror that I didn't even notice Mrs. Taylor return home and enter her bedroom. Her voice startled me and made me jump. It was wrong, I knew, to try on Mrs. Taylor's pearl necklace, but I never wore pearls before--never even saw one in real life....

Full Title: Until we're even, or romantically bored
Part 4 of Only In Dreams
"You're in a nasty hole, Greg. I've been there, stuck in depression, and if you'll let me, I'd like to help you get out."
Greg stared at him, mutely.
"Right. Let's get you cleaned up. You deserve better than this."...

I am confused but not depressed. I have feelings about both women and men but have never addressed the male side of my sexual thoughts. I love tits and pussy, always have. A woman with pokies gives me an erection no matter when or where I am. Vids with a woman flashing or an accidental down blouse gets me going. Cameltoes and tight Lululemons showing a nice ass make it difficult to not start touching myself....

Coming home soon, and my thoughts are consumed by the desire to get you naked, and to kneel down between your legs and eat your delicious pussy. Teasing your erect clit gets me so very hard as well, so I'll stroke my cock while I bury my face in your delightfully sweet nectar. Cum along with me as we play together......

Script by Lilbrat91
Hello, my pretty little slut,
You know why you're here, don't you?
It's simple, really.
You're here because you're mine.
Because you want to listen to all the filthy things I want to do to you.
Because my voice in your ears soaks that needy cunt and makes you have to touch yourself....

I woke to the delicious feeling of my cock being enveloped in a warm, soft mouth. On the basis that when I went to bed the night before I had been alone, the most likely explanation was that I was being attacked by a horny cat burglar, the only plus side was that it was probably a horny female cat burglar as I could feel the swish of soft long hair around my cock and balls, either that or it was a really fucked-up Hell's Angel, in which case I was in serious trouble....

Charlie made some soup and a sandwich for his dinner that night and spent the hour reflecting on his time with Renee Bridges. It was an incredibly fun day, and if she wasn't Donna's mother he would for sure want to spend a whole lot more time with her. But she WAS Donna's mom, and if their secret was exposed something else would be certain; he would feel like shit for a long time! "What to do; what to do?" he said to himself out loud....

I was proud of all 10 of my creations, but Carvin, the youngest of the crew, was the brightest of them all by joining the U. S. Marines.
Carvin was a struggle from the womb, for his mother and I conceived him by accident, then he in turn came four months prior to his slated arrival. I already hated Myra for we were just a flash in the pan, but showed love when she bore our son, my final, and her third. I being on the road didn't help matters over the years, for Carvin needed a male role model, but I woul...

To those who find true love again


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After Marci left I was reeling over the knowledge Marcia had sent Marci there to have sex. I thought Marcia and I had a moment. Apparently she was only a scout. Or worse.
Tuesday night, the doorbell rang. Marcia. With food....

Draining the bath and drying herself off, Mya dresses for a comfortable night in, a light pink, cotton tank top and matching shorts that barely cover her ass. She towel dries her hair, leaving it tousled and damp. She walks barefoot across the house, stopping to feed the dog before heading into the kitchen. She had just flipped the light switch on when suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Her eyes dart to the wall clock, 9:13pm. Who could be knocking now?...

GWENDOLYN (GOLDY) LOCKES AND THE THREE BEARS
A Greenville Fairy Tale
Preamble Ramble: Very and I mean very loosely based on the fairy tale.
This is a departure from my usual stories. I've never done graphic sex before and by my writing you may understand why. Usually writers take from personal experiences. I've never been in this situation before. Sure a FMF once so long ago I can barely remember it. But not MMMF. I don't know if it reaches stroke ability but that was never my intention. Its only t...

Tales of of Spades
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For those that dont enjoy my writing I hope you find a writer you like. To those that do enjoy it please come back and read more i hope.
Summer now has a black boyfriend and master. She is ready to show her devotion to him and black cocks forever....

There was a message waiting on Oscar's phone when he woke up. It was from his wife. 'We need to talk.'
Yeah, no shit. They had shitloads of stuff to talk through, but he didn't want to think about it now. 'I'll be home tomorrow arvo,' he replied. Home? It wasn't gonna feel much like home anymore.
Oscar watched Billy sleep. He watched his chest rise and fall with each deep breath. He gazed at the beautiful constellation of freckles that spread across his cheeks. He thought about getting up to take a sw...

Neighbours
It was the kind of slow-burning summer afternoon that made the air feel thick. Nick stood by the old eucalyptus that leaned out over the backyard fence. The bark was peeling in pale strips, and the lowest branch, the one with a knot he could grip like a handle, summoned him again.
He looked once toward the house. No movement. His dad wouldn't be back from the shop for another hour and he'd already finished mowing the grass. There was enough time. Nick wiped his palms on his shorts and climb...