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Adam Bramley was already half-hard when she slid down the sheets.
It wasn't romantic morning sex. It wasn't desperate passion, stolen before the snooze timer expired and the day started for real. It was simply... routine. The quiet surrender of a bored couple doing what bored couples do: sleep, fuck, survive another year....

This was supposed to be the perfect four-page story and I ended going far longer than that. Sorry! Enjoy. Please comment if you want more stories like this or enjoyed this one
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Note: Ordinary actions and dialogue are written as normal text.
this story represent the internal THOUGHTS of one of the characters....

You don't knock.
I left the door unlocked. You knew what that meant. When you stepped inside, your breath caught but you didn't hesitate. You never do, not with me.
The room was quiet, low-lit, intentional. My silhouette waited near the edge of the bed, backlit by city glow. I stood in the low light, letting you take me in--my auburn hair falling just below my shoulders in loose, deliberate waves. The leather corset wrapped around me like a second skin, soft but unforgiving, every inch designed to rem...

Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
I am absolutely opposed to using animals in sexual or BDSM activities since animals, like children, can't consent. In this case, Henry the horse isn't really doing anything he doesn't do every day, walking on an exercise trainer. His presence just adds an element of humiliation to Clair. If you disagree with me, feel free to add a comment. Enjoy....

I can't stop thinking about Lisa. Her blonde hair hung in wild disarray, as if a comb had long forgotten it. It gave her a bewildered look as she stepped into my office, awkwardly looking around for the first time. Her spectacular blue eyes pierced through my soul somehow, as if she was looking for a moment of clarity in the chaos of her own thoughts. It was in that gaze, so intense yet so lost, that I saw something both fragile and unrelenting, like she was holding on to some invisible thread, daring the w...

All characters are at least 18.
My parents liked to say that "they were there when the Wall fell".
I wasn't sure which Wall they were referring to, Berlin or New York, or if it had been Berlin but was now New York, but regardless, their sentiment should indicate their heterodox thinking.
So, I responded only with mild surprise when they suggested that we become a nudist family....

CHAPTER 16: THE WAY LOVE GOES
The sounds of Cameron and Marcus's sexual activities were proving to be a bit much for Ryan. He was trying to put on a brave face and be strong and selfless, but he was conflicted and hurt. Both the people he loved were busy loving each other, and he was left out.
He couldn't take the sounds anymore. He jumped out of bed and slipped on some clothes. He grabbed his keys and wallet and left the room. The sounds were worse in the hallway. It was like they were intentionally ...

Part Two: Parenting Skills
I. The Secret Past of Margaret Willis
Orgasm is all. No other rules need concern us.

Sir William Carrington, On Society and Religion, Maxim 1

Maggie had been in a state of some agitation ever since Isobel's first visit a couple of months ago. It had stirred up so many memories, so much guilt and so much guilty pleasure, that it threatened to turn her life upside down. Not that her life was all peace and quiet. She might be in her sixties now, and a widow, but t...

Turning Contest: A Mother-In-Law
Summary: An upset 65-year-old gets drawn into incest.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion.
Thanks to OhDave1 and Shuj for proofreading.
THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women....

After breakfast and two mugs of strong coffee Becky went for a shower while i called the school.
"Can you pop in about 11 this morning?" The secretary asked.
I agreed and hung up the phone.
I dashed upstairs and into the shower with Becky, it was a usual mad morning thing as i said before, one of us was always jumping in the others shower or bath....

You know the drill. Consenting adults, etc.
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"Let's head up to Maine this weekend."
That was my mom asking if I wanted to cancel my plans, uproot my life, and cram myself into our sub mini compact car that's barely larger than a pack of bubble gum, and drive for 10 hours across the country to pick up my twin sister. The thing is we hadn't even spoken to her for 3 years since her boyfriend at the time wisked her away in the middle of the night and forced her to cut all ties with us. We only recen...

Vanessa, Me, and Amber
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"Please tell me you're joking, Daddylove?" Vanessa asks, her tone concerned.
David simply slouches, moving his head in a "no" gesture....

Thank you for reading, please rate and feedback is always welcome. Reminder, all characters and locations are fictional, and everyone is 18 years of age or older at the time any sexual encounters occur.
This is the first of a five-part series that has been written and will be released every couple of weeks....

I had met the three girls when they first moved into the ground floor flat and got to know them from then. I also met their mum and one of their granddads. I helped them unload the van.
I paid interest in the girls, scanning them discreetly. Debbie was the eldest at 20. She is of average build for her height of five feet six inches. She has a round, attractive face dark eyes and delicate features complemented by shoulder-length jet-black hair. She looks a little rough, her hair unkempt and her black jean...

All characters in my stories are aged 18 and over and whilst there may sometimes be conversations that involve people casting their minds back to when they were younger, active sex is NOT a feature of those past times. In the UK, the legal age of consent is 16 but any sexually active characters in my stories are aged 18 and over....

This story has been written for the Sex & Sports challenge, I hope you will enjoy reading it (and maybe more than just reading!).
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The new edition of the Iron Path trail race is about to begin; it's a mountain trail race, renowned for its difficulty and the long hours of solitude its participants can experience. But the reward is worth the detour, as in addition to the pride of completing the race, finishing first promises various rewards, along with an impressive trophy and a very significant moneta...

Chapter 3 -- Walk Like The Man
Thursday January 26
The gang was all together at lunch, every one of them wearing sunglasses. I looked around, perplexed. Then Phil's girlfriend, Jill, fanned her face dramatically and exclaimed with a fake Southern drawl, "Ah do declare, we are in the presence of a movie star!"...

Thursday, September 5th, 8:07 am
The buzz of my phone rattling across the bedside table woke me up, and it took me a moment to remember where I was.
*Bzzzzzzzt*
I clenched my eyes shut and pressed my fingers to my forehead as I tried to remember what happened last night. I'd had drinks again... with......

Fight or Flight
The two muscular brothers sat close together by the pervading warmth of the smithy's furnace. It was an enduring blaze that never went out, no matter the weather. Tonight though the smith was absent. It was just Sven and Aran who sat near the forge on some rudimentary three-legged stools constructed from rough-hewn wood. The brothers had been conversing, finding a few snatched treasures of quiet time before the hectic rush of combat. Aran was carefully choosing his words this evening, he ...

Readers, this story is told in two parts.
The story presents the gift of self-confidence and assurance that a husband helps his wife to achieve. She has always under-rated herself and now at fifty-seven, she is convinced that no one else but her husband would want her and often wonders why he still does. This attitude has eroded her feeling of self-worth and knowing this, he is determined to help her be the woman he always knew that she could be. Read and discover what happens as they pursue his goal....

If you have read any of my other stories, you will have guessed that I am a very messy person. This is my natural state--my default is dirty laundry left on the floor and old coffee cups by my bed. My room is messy, but I feel comfortable in it. That saying about your bedroom being a reflection of your head is probably very true, at least for me; both in the sense that I can be very chaotic and erratic, and also that I have quite a few dirty thoughts running about very often....

I know this guy named George. I swear he has to be the luckiest guy I know. Let me tell you a little bit about him. He's pretty average, about 5 '7", dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, a few extra pounds that don't show much unless you happened to see him with his shirt off. We're not related (George is my last name, and it's his first name.) I don't know what he's packing in those jeans he likes to wear, but I swear that thing has a good luck charm on it. Let me give you an example......

I've heard and read about others' experiences of meeting perfect women and feeling your brain melting and freezing at the same time. I never thought it'd hit me this hard but she was wearing this cute v-neck jumper - which she kept sliding her hands into the pockets on it - and I managed to not keep looking down at the bottom of the v-neck which revealed just a smidgen of cleavage....

Hot Young French girl, Florence, wants a gangbang.
Part 1 - the screen test.
Florence is a hot, young French girl in her early twenties. While not gorgeous, she is a pretty girl with a petite shapely body. She has long wavy blonde hair and blue eyes and when she dresses, she always wears an outfit, she knows will attract the boys, as she passes....

"Oh shit, that was hotter than it should have been."
You know that scene in almost every spy movie where the well-dressed hero is cruising through a fancy-dress gala being charming and suave and handsome, dancing with gorgeously dressed women who suddenly act like they've been dancing with him for years and can pick up on his every subtle cue on the floor? Knows exactly what to say and who to say it to? Takes a single item off the buffet table and a champagne flute and does it all effortlessly while plot...

We'd been married for about seven years when Ellen first told me that she wanted to fuck other men and I immediately assumed that she was talking about wife swapping or an 'open marriage' and I was all in favour of that but, when she told me that she hated the idea if me fucking other women, I was absolutely staggered by her hypocrisy. I was well aware that, during the months before our marriage, she'd had a few one night stands but, as far as I knew, I'd been her only sexual partner since our marriage so I...

The Four Horse-Cocks Of Apocalypse

The sound wasn't scheduled.
Valerie Ashcroft knew every beat booked at The Hollow Room that day, and this wasn't one of them. She paused mid-step in the back hallway, the soft knock of her heels echoing off concrete, clipboard nestled against her hip. The noise came again--bass, not quite music, not quite noise, pounding in uneven waves through the back wall. It had that raw, unfiltered texture that either meant someone was fucking around or something worth heari...

A few minutes before they were to leave, Carmen said she was feeling tired and would be up to the social later. Josh sat next to her as she lay on the bed. Paula and Sam went outside to wait and to give Josh some time alone with her.
"How long are you going to be... not to rush you... I really want you to enjoy this... I just want to know how long I need to keep your mom and my dad occupied."...

After having taken Charlie's virginity we fell asleep naked in each others arms. Her little body felt so good as she pushed her bottom against me and my hand cupping her small firm breasts.
When I wake the next morning it takes me a few moments to fully recall the event of the previous night. Charlie is laying on her back with a sheet covering her from the waist down. I lean across and gentle kiss each of her nipples which draws a moan from her but doesn't wake her. I leave her to sleep as I slip on a pa...

At first, having my stepfather at my beckon call for sex was a lot of fun.
I took him in my mother's marriage bed and in nearly every room of the house. I often fucked him in the toolshed when Mom was making dinner up at the house. We went golfing together as far as Mom was concerned, but we were really thinking about another kind of hole in one. I made him suck my cock in a movie theatre....