It was three months before the wedding before Ava finally came over to spend time with her grandmother. Joshua's trip seemed to have been very successful in getting her blessing six months ago. But every time Ava talked with Susan, she was asked to stop buy for lunch and some heart-to-heart conversation....

A BLACK NEW WORLD ORDER STORY
- THE AFRICAN PLANTATION -
Malik and Moussa were two brothers, rather handsome young Black men. From a modest background, they would never have thought that white men wanted to be the slaves of Blacks.
So Malik was happy to see that a tall, muscular white man wanted to be the slave of two young Black boys....

NOTE: All characters in all chapters of this story are eighteen years old or older.
Chapter 4: A Story From The Bible
I was blindfolded again and dressed in a short terrycloth robe just before I was led to the car - not Carole's Corvette, as I was told, but an SUV. From the sounds of voices during our conversation, Ruthy was driving. Jill was in the front passenger seat. On the back bench, I was flanked by Callie to my left, Stacey to my right. During the entire ride, which again followed a circuitous...

Quaranteam: Southeast - Team Davies
By 2charlie
The Quaranteam Universe is the creation of CorruptingPower, used with permission.
Thanks to OtterlyMindblowing, AgathonWrites, RonanJWilkerson, The_Licentious_Laureate, Reader737b, S. Bradshaw, and the other QT Writers for their feedback and contributions to this work. Be sure to check out their work....

Illustrated version see author's page "About"
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Thank you kenji for your assistance
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It was Monday and Ian was working alone at home. The weekend with Mia had made him forget that the incident with his mother-in-law was still bothering him. But here, the queasy feeling had returned; he had to clarify the situation and prevent his wife from finding out about the incident on the stairs....

Mesmerizing Maria
Maria Menounos was backstage at the Kelly Clarkson daytime talk show, having finishing touches made to her hair and makeup when her cell phone buzzed. "Sorry. Let me just check this" apologized the 47-year-old wife and mother. A quick glance showed her the call was from a former nanny that she'd had to let go after catching her selling private information to the tabloids. The safety of her young daughter had to come first, and Maria had no regrets about her decision....

Only three weeks had passed since Robert T. had taken over the management of the private boarding school college "Schwarzenstein" in the German Alps.
But he had been anything but lazy since then. Mia could no longer recognize her school.
The school uniforms, for example.
While the male students were given a wide selection of different outfits, the choice for female students was reduced to one uniform in order to prevent 'bitch fights', as the new school rules put it....

This story depicts an imaginary sorority initiation with strong sexual elements. It is a fantasy, and this author does not condone any situation in real life where a person is convinced or coerced to engage in a sexual act. All depictions are fictions and all participants well above the age of consent....

This story is longer than what I normally write but I hope you enjoy it - EOUL jsps
I remember pulling into my driveway after work and feeling my stomach fall when I saw my wife's car parked in front of the garage. It was odd because my wife was supposed to be in a masters' class that evening and should have left a long time ago. She was a stickler about getting to class on time, staying late and studying her ass off to maintain her 4.0 GPA....

We were in the car together and I was privately enjoying watching my poor little secretary try to squirm out of her skin! Massi was desperately aroused and generally uncomfortable in her belt... and she was terribly worried. I could tell I'd been right: Naomi had used her phone to tell the group that their server had been found and analyzed. Massi knew she was on the list... somewhere. The only question would be if the analysts could identify HER as one of the complainers....

The Prisoner Dilemma 1
by Lacey O'Shea
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Trigger Warning: This story includes some male-on-male sexual contact. While this greatly excites me, I know not all men find it similarly arousing (not sure why). If you're one of those guys, then you may want to give this story a skip. If you're able to appreciate a bit of sexy action between men, then read on and enjoy!...

"Becky Pines?" the courier asked. "Here you go." He passed an envelope through the crack in the door, touched the brim of his cap, and walked off.
She bolted the door. She flipped the envelope in her hands, noting the lack of a return address. With shaking fingers she tore it open and pulled out a single folded paper sheet....

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author....

Bex would say she wasn't uptight, but isn't that what all uptight people say? "I just like things a particular way. I'm really very chill. Will you please use a coaster?!"
Not a single strand of her golden locks was ever out of place. Clean, pressed clothing, matching accessories, the whole lot. Bex would say she felt more comfortable that way, but her friends would have a hard time ever recalling a time that she seemed comfortable....

WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior. If you are under the age of 18 or reside in a state that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!!...

Panic set in as Bella's smooth legs snaked around Ron's neck.
"No, no, no!" Ron hissed. "Not again!"
Bella smirked and patted her university lecturer on the head. "Don't worry, professor. It will all be over soon."
The crowd cheered as Bella's strong thighs squeezed Ron's neck, the poor man struggling in pain....

Here comes the 5th annual event!

Hammered: An Ode to Mickey Spillane 2025



From the creator and organizer of this event ChloeTzang:

Well guys 'n dames, writers and fans of gritty hard-boiled noir can rejoice! 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024's "Hammered - an Ode to Mickey Spillane" events were popular enough that Laurel's asked me if I'd like to organize another one for 2025....

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

Please note, all sexual activity is among characters who are clearly identified as being of legal age.
Mandy's parents had always forbidden her from going anywhere near Twilight Creek. But they had never told her why.
She couldn't recall a time when that pleasant sounding name hadn't brought on vague but firm denunciations from Mom and Dad and her brothers alike. "Heathens, the lot of them!" was about as specific as her father ever got on the matter. On another occasion it was, "Mandy, my darling, if ...

Summary: A 3-generation incestuous family tries to bring in the final member.
Note 1: This twisted tale is dedicated to Plain Bob who requested the story.
Note 2: This is a NUDE DAY 2025 Contest Story so please vote. It's a lengthy story that leads to an epic NUDE DAY so be patient.
Note 3: Please note that besides a lot of family fucking and regular marijuana use, the story uses religion as a significant subplot. So, if any of that is an issue, please do not read any further....

Jake stopped his old sedan in a small parking lot across the street from the stone and wrought iron front fence of Druid Hill Cemetery. The oldest maintained cemetery in Edgewater dates back to the late 18th century. Sitting in his car, Jake blew out a deep breath. The superstitious teen wasn't thrilled about having to visit the cemetery yet again for a case, but admitted it beat having to journey into one of the area's even older burial grounds. The creepy cemetery behind the old, abandoned church's walls ...

London
Friday 10:12pm Luna
The distant sounds and music of the party echo in my ears. Fire extinguisher. This corridor reminds me of the science labs in school. Which box has my gi in it? I'll need to find that tomorrow. This definitely isn't the way to the kitchen. I check my phone. A little after 10pm. Funny to think what I'd normally be doing now. Did this bra shrink or did my boobs get bigger? What was that song earlier? Should have Shazamed it. I wonder what Sean's doing now? No, don't think abou...

Usual disclaimer: the events and characters are dependent on Mentor and other works, but this story should still stand by itself. See the recommended reading order at my author page. This story overlaps Part 2 of Wedding Dances (not yet posted).

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Tour Guide

Tonight at Gabby's was rave night. Rave-light, really, the music and some of the atmosphere, but the club was still the club. Dance floor lighting was lower than usual and the DJ was playing a dark techno mix. She was a regu...

Title: Mothman is Real, and He's My Boyfriend
Description: An ethnographic study of the motivations of monster erotica
Ingredients list (mild spoilers):
2 cups monsterfucking
1 cup quasi-academic research
1/2 cup non-human anatomy
1/4 cup fear and reluctance (brief)
2 tbsp sloppy citation formatting...

[Summary: Oliver Brooks is a high school senior with a crippling case of social anxiety to the point he freezes up and can't even talk to people. One day he gets possessed by a Spirit of Lust, a being that feeds on the energy produced by sex. Unaware of this, Oliver finds that his body has changed overnight, there are these three women that seem attracted to him and he has become a monster in bed despite having no experience. All this doesn't change the fact that he is still a very socially anxious young ma...

The next morning it was less of an issue getting dressed. While I remained uncomfortable wearing a dress, I simply felt that bridge had already been crossed.
Karen was once again awake, and nearly finished her morning coffee and bagel when I arrived downstairs.
"Good morning sweetie." She spoke as though this was just a routine morning. No reaction to the dress or makeup beyond an appreciative smile....

As I write this I have erotic stories published on other websites. So far they have all been fictional short stories. They were mostly things that came to my mind and I sat down at the keyboard and put those thoughts into words. Some have been based on personal experience and then embellished for the sake of entertainment. This isn't one of those stories. This is 100% based on true events. It's from a personal incident that happened in my life. I have changed the names and some of the details, more to keep ...

I am an indie author writing under my pen name, Onia Fox. I gave up a full-time career as a mechanical engineer in the petro-chem industry to travel, chill and write.
I have six novels published.
I live between a flintstone cottage in the South Downs National Park (on the south coast of England), and a traditional Ula Style house in a fishing village on the Aegean coast of Turkey, with my partner and dog....

Still, You Are Seen: A Father's Letter to the Daughter He Raised.
You weren't born of my name, but I learned how to carry it with you. And when she drifted, it was you who stayed in the shape of her shadow. You stitched more peace into this house than either of us could say aloud. He may have missed the warmth in your silences-- But I never mistook stillness for surrender. Your quiet is not weakness. It is gathering....

Part of this final chapter was inspired by comments on previous chapters. Thank you!!
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For our next date, we went to a water park! I checked; the water slides didn't have a height maximum.
We finished the day on a double tube in the wave pool. It didn't hold his weight fully, so he just put his arms through it. To balance it, I actually laid fully in the donut hole....