This is a reimagining of "The Aftermath," posted by swingerjoe on 4/24/2017.
While I haven't been able to get swingerjoe's explicit permission to play with his story, I refer readers to part of Joe's comment to me: "if you want to pick up the ball and run with it from here, you have my blessing."
I'd like to thank stev2244 for an early read, though I doubt that he recognizes it!...

Can you get a second chance at love-at-first-sight?
Author's Note:
Thank you to blackrandl1958 for the invitation to write this story for the 2025 Legends' Day, Once More event. It's a slow-burn romance with what I hope you'll agree is a hot climax. Thanks for reading it and for your feedback.
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Mittens Has Class


Chapter 21 - Never Feed a Cat You Don't Plan to Keep Around


**Characters and text are protected under copyright law

Sitting in the back seat of the Pontiac, Mittens glanced out the window at the scenery going by, feeling unsettled. As much as she'd fretted about her impulsive decision to invite Valli with them to the play party, her absence in the car with them felt far worse. She couldn't shake the feeling that something very bad might happen that night, somet...

Chris opened his eyes slowly as he saw the light pouring into his bedroom window. Turning his head toward the night stand he saw he still had another ten minutes before the alarm went off. Normally, he would fight like hell to fall back asleep for those extra ten minutes, but today he was already smiling and shifting out of bed. He had a new spring in his step as he made his way to the bathroom. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good, and he didn't want to waste the mood by sleeping....

Caine tried to put Tonya down once they were inside, but she shook her head fiercely and buried her face in his neck. That put a wry smile on his beleaguered face. He shifted her to the side and held her up with one arm, like a mother with a babe on her hip. In his other hand, he carried a large jug by a loop over one finger. With practiced ease he moved it so it rested along the back of his forearm and tilted it to his mouth....

To the joyous passing of years


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There was a cheerleader at our high school I wanted to ask out. I summoned my courage and approached her, but she laughed and said she couldn't be seen dating a nerd.
I wondered how she knew I was a nerd, when I had never known that about myself....

Ours started out like many cuckold relationships do. It had been close to a year since my longtime girlfriend Alexandra and I first talked about her fucking someone else, but only three weeks ago that it got real. All those months we teased each other with the idea, fueling our passion with the fantasy of another man. It was my fantasy at first, and she had to drag it out of me. I was so afraid she'd be disgusted by my shameful desire....

If someone had asked Dylan Kellogg how he spent his typical Saturday night, for most of his adult life he would have answered 'playing video games' or 'watching anime'. Maybe 'going out to see a movie' or 'hanging out at the library' if he was feeling especially adventurous. However, for the past few months, his life had been anything but typical and that was largely thanks to the naked woman who sat across from him at the dinner table this particular Saturday night....

Thanks to markf52 for the editing help.
All sexual encounters are between characters eighteen and older.
As everyone slept, Brook and Trina got out of bed and went downstairs, to the back of the house, to the fire pit next to the pool. They loaded the pit with as much wood as they could and lit it. As the flames grew higher, they removed all their clothing in preparation for what they were about to do. Trina took the point to the north, Brook took the point to the south, and they began to chant in the...

The aroma of dark roast and cinnamon filled the air as David leaned back in his chair, watching Rachel move around her kitchen with an effortless kind of grace. Sunlight streamed through the open window, making the colorful glass suncatcher hanging above the sink cast prisms of light across the wooden countertops. Rachel was dressed in a way that suited her--comfortable, loose, almost bohemian. A long, flowing skirt with deep earthy tones swayed around her ankles as she moved, and the faded band tee she wor...

Chapter 3
One
David sat across his large desk from Kendall, fingers steepled. It was the best office in the firm and was made up of two floors. The bottom floor where all his business was conducted connected to an upper floor by a private elevator. Kendall had never been to the second floor of the office, nor had anyone she knew at the firm. It was David's personal and private space. There were rumors that there was a full three bedroom apartment up there and David often slept at the office, particula...

Prologue
How many of you guys ever think about the loose girls from your younger days? You know the type I mean, the 'fun girls.' The ones you got drunk and fucked. Maybe you even gang-banged one with your friends. Did you ever wonder what happened to them after you used them and tossed them aside? Or did you knock one up and have to marry her?...

Respect
Slow burn. All sexually active participants are 18+. No persons, living or dead, are portrayed in this fictional account.
I chickened out and changed the original draft so you, the reader, would get more enjoyment than the author and to allow chapter 2.
I walked the paddy dike, focused entirely on the tree line ahead of us......

Content warnings in the tags.
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The tailgate dropped, and Dave pulled me out of the tarp-covered darkness. My bare thighs slid easily across the truck bed's corrugated plastic lining, but I still arched my back as best I could because I knew there was a gap between the tailgate and the bed. Since I was tied up--hands behind my back, and frog-legged--my mobility was quite limited, and the bump was still jarring. But I managed to keep my nipples unpinched, which was the important thing....

The recovery was brutal. The days blurred together--his body wrecked, depleted beyond anything he had ever experienced. Confined to his bed, fevered and weak, his skeletal frame was a ghost of what it once was.
Over the following days his skeletal figure and grey gaunt skin gradually gave way to healthy flesh, muscle rebuilding itself in agonizing slowness. His strength returned bit by bit, thanks to Edwards recovery potions--elixirs of vitality left to him in his will. These were the exact concoctions n...

Chapter 4
Toilet Fun
A scant five minutes later, the young man slipped into the far right side hallway, a little bit running, a little bit walking with a stride that could in any way be described but casual.
His mouth was open to ease his labored breathing, and his eyes darting in every direction in search of his promised land, his brain always imbued with the belief that it was impossible for such a thing to be happening to him of all people....

Hi this is my first ever story that I've written, any constructive criticism is helpful just try not to be too brutal =)
Chapter 1
Olya looked up with her hand shading her eyes from the afternoon sun. It was a beautiful day but she had spent it inside the academy library. Visiting the library was the highlight of her week, it was quiet and she could covertly read the kind of books they would frown on back at the nunnery. Whilst she was meant to be reading books on medicine to continue her training as ...

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An Almost Perfect Life

John Cromwell
My life was pretty close to perfection, until it wasn't. I had a beautiful wife, four wonderful children. A nice six bedroom home in the suburbs with only fifteen years to go on the mortgage. Our three car garage was full with a sedan, an SUV, and a minivan. Our biggest problem was ...

There I was, minding my own business, drinking a non-alcoholic beer at a bar on a good, winding road in the Kentucky hills. I don't mix alcohol and motorcycling, period. I've had a couple of guys give me a hard time about that. One time I let them spin me up and I told them what I was actually thinking -- if you can drink and ride, then you must ride like a fucking pussy. That didn't end well. Good thing I was in front or that asshole would have taken me out when he low sided in that curve. I wasn't even pu...

Symbiotic Trials
DISCLAIMER: I suppose these are pretty much required these days. The following work is one created entirely in the mind of the author. None of what follows should be (although I wish it was) considered to exist on the planet Earth. It contains human-nonhuman relations of a sexual nature, some squirmy friends and some mild hypnosis/mind control as well as an overly large body part here or there....

COMMENT FOR THE READERS
At first, I was going to call this an 'explanation for the readers, then it was pointed out to me that I do not owe anyone an explanation for anything. Especially on here. I do still feel bad about just dropping the other story without a word or any type of acknowledgement. There are some of you that have been so kind with comments and sent emails asking about and encouraging me to continue to write the story and I thank you from the bottom of my heart....

Fire Cracker

The Ghost of Fuckings Past
Sabrina
Sabrina leaned upon the bar. She twirled a loose ringlet of hair about her forefinger, banding it in honey blonde. Her eyes drifted longingly to the mosh pit dance floor.
The Bat Cave was a grunge dive wannabe now trying to extend its existence into the post-COVID era by looping pop from the past three decades. A fun, Selena Gomez, hit had sent a technicolored crowd of women into a tizzy of waving arms and sexy sways. Sabrina would've had the t...

This is the second chapter of a story based on true facts, which I lived during my high school days, back in the late '70s. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and the not so innocent as well. All characters are consenting adults. Also, English is not my first language. Anyway, criticism is not only welcomed but expected....

I can't believe what I am seeing. I should stop it before it goes too far.
He pulled the string on her bikini top.
He squeezed and sucked on her huge breasts.
I need to stop them, this is not right. But... I was mesmerized by the sight.
Then she said, 'Daddy, are you going to join us?'
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Jenn Is Excited to Explore Further
This story has been posted to Literotica. com with the full knowledge of the original author under my pen name, NikkijMaadison. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other website without the express written consent of the original author. I edited this story using Grammarly and Microsoft for spellcheck, flag punctuation, grammar review, and as a dictionary. I use any suggestions only as a guide. You may discover mistakes. That wi...

For warnings and story summary, please see part 1.
The elevators are large, made to accommodate rush-hour crowds, with doors on the front and back of the car and benches to either side; an elevator ride can take up to ten minutes, given how large the district is. Mirrors around the walls discourage pickpocketing or other illicit activities when the elevators are full--but right now, Vera and the three girls have the car to themselves....

Chapter 33: The Deinvention of the Light Bulb

Luddites:
The day finally came when Bradley realized that his marriage to Maggie had become a total sham. He had been reconciled to sharing Maggie with Tom as part of their "quad", even though as part of their "quad" he theoretically also should have been able to bed Donna. But Donna wanted nothing to do with him, and increasingly, it seemed Maggie was beginning to feel the same way. Every time Tom invited Maggie into his bed she would tiptoe to him wi...

Episode 2: The Forbidden Canvass
"Bro, you're not going to believe what went down yesterday," Brad said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and mischief as he leaned closer to Mike.
Mike looked up from his textbook, curiosity piqued. "What's up, man?"
Brad grinned, pulling out a crumpled piece of fabric from his pocket. "Check it out," he said, flattening it on the table between them. It was a pair of lacy black panties, definitely not the kind you'd expect a high school kid to be casually c...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and all people involved in sexual activities are of legal age.
The next morning I woke up feeling like a new man. I debated with myself whether or not to send Ashley a good morning text. I decide to send one and almost instantly got a reply with one back. I'm so excited, I've never really texted anybody before....

"Choice," you say, the word escaping your lips before you can overthink it.
Veronica tilts her head, studying you.
"Choice? Really?" A slow smile spreads across her face. "Not Resistance?"
You shrug, trying to appear more casual than you feel about agreeing to temporarily surrender your manhood....