The sunlight gently through flowed the window blinds, dappling across the hardwood floor in warm, languid patterns. The apartment was quiet. Peaceful. Lia's textbooks lay untouched beside her, her art supplies scattered across the desk, abandoned hours ago.
She was on the bed--naked, flushed, pantin...

Madison had just turned eighteen when we were married. She'd just graduated high school. I was still young but much older than Maddy in most ways. I was 24 and just out of the Army. Maddy's best friend was and still is Archie Brooks. A young black guy in her high school class. Nice clean cut young b...

Legends speak of Auraleth, the lost city beneath the sand, its ruins pulsing with living energy. Many have tried to find it. All failed--or vanished.
Alex is the team leader and the typical Alpha male. The up-and-coming archaeologist, whose meteoric rise the other group members have hitched a ride o...

I
The three remaining contestants, Sawyer, Max and Thorne, had watched all of Eros's MPB makeover first with a sort of morbid curiosity and then with increasing alarm. It was one thing to see the Stylist on the television, from the safety of one's own home. It was quite another to see him in the fle...

The continuing story of Petal and her Master. The first bunch of chapters are under the Nonconsent/Reluctance category.
All fiction, of course.
For my patron, Bach
Enjoy!
As always, I woke up slowly. I'd fallen asleep in his arms and I was more than happy to stay in them. It seemed like I always fel...

Claudia sat up early, feeling the weight of the day settle on her even before she moved. Without thinking, she grabbed a simple pair of jeans and a black T-shirt she found neatly folded in the wardrobe. She dressed quickly, her movements mechanical, as if the clothes were the only thing she could co...

Chapter 57: When He Wrote Me From Spain
"It wasn't a plea. It wasn't nostalgia. It was a letter of gratitude—from a man who once knelt at my feet, now standing on foreign soil with a full heart." — Mistress Staci
The envelope was cream-colored. Thick paper. Foreign stamp.
No return address, but I kn...

Chapter Ten
Vespa only just managed to crawl back to her cage on the end of her lead afterwards. James handed her over to Darren then stood by her side stroking her bare flesh idly for a while.
"I have started her training, Darren, and she was fairly obedient. I think she will make an excellent litt...

The following Monday was the first hot day of spring. After my morning meeting, I was back in my office with my top three buttons undone, my sleeves rolled up, and my stocking feet up on my desk. My assistant, Molly, had cracked the window just before I got back so that sweet, cool air now washed ov...

"My New Year's Resolution is that I am giving up on dating this year." Mel's hand was held high holding her third bramble of the night. It was nearly half gone.
It had been a bad year for Mel. She had been cheated on by two different guys. The first one had both a wife and another girlfriend. That w...

Hello lovely readers,
This one is lighter than my usual work, and consentual -- more of a suggestive story to whet your appetite than the usual feast of debauchery. If you're looking for the usual explicit sex and NC villainy, you might want to skip this one. On the other hand, it's quick, and prett...

~~David~~
David pulled his shaggy hair aside, exposing his forehead. "I'm unmarked. I don't know about any war, but--"
The three humans gasped and looked between each other.
"How?" Naoko asked. "How are you unmarked?"
"Dunno how. We're kinda on a journey to figure that out."
They looked between each...

*All characters in this story are over 18.*
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"Okay. When I park, you can go in first. I'll follow after like, three minutes."
I put on the sweetest smile I can muster. "Nothing would make me happier."
"Fuck off, Lauren. I didn't want you to come either."
"Wow." I say quietly. "Welcome to middle-of-...

I didn't like being ambushed. Having Gwen and Carrie show up at my hotel room door and practically dragging me out to dinner was not something I wanted to do. What I wanted to do was stay in my room and wallow. To watch pay-per-view movies that I wouldn't pay attention to. Hell, maybe I'd even purch...

It was a brisk autumn morning, the bitter type when the wind and rain sting like splatters of fat from a hot pan. Dianne was swiftly making her way to the coffee shop. A small, quaint place, she had frequented for years while at Cambridge University. She entered and rung out her umbrella, flustered,...

His is the story of a rejected, just twenty-year-old boy and an overweight, in her view, nineteen-year-old girl meeting in a noisy nightclub, both feeling the world of love and happiness had no place for them. They meet in desperation, vowing not to get too emotionally involved ever again but to jus...

(Note: This is a long, ongoing story. It is a story with sex. It's a sexy story. It is in many ways a story about sex. But, it is not strictly a sex story. Many chapters may even be SFW.
This chapter is slightly NSFW.)
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"Wha... where am I?"
The sun felt warm on Brooke's face as she stirred, waking from a deep sleep. She rubbed her eyes, then propped herself up on her elbows, looking around.
"Lexi? Nicole?"
There was no sign of either of her friends. Getting to her feet, Brooke felt her breasts jiggle. She looked do...

Chapter 70: I've been here before...
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Fiona took the opportunity afforded by Conner napping to head down to the castle's dining hall for breakfast, Tabitha in tow as always. Ever since the crown prince had 'outed' Tabby as a bodyguard, everyone had kept a bit more distance from her than they mi...

Yes, I DO have written permission from 'RichardGerald' to publish this version of his story.
Author's Note:
Since this is going into "Loving Wives," To any Trolls!!! :)
@@@We all know the only reason you're InCells, is because you're afraid of pussy.
To everybody else,
@@@So I learned about RichardG...

This story was requested by ProperDegenerate and written by Vanessa Foxe (breedorbebred), and contains (well-deserved) cheating as well as interracial content featuring a Black man-- best to steer clear if that kind of thing offends you!
It also features a character speaking Spanish, a language that...

This is part 4/6 of "The Ballad of Flavia and Sarah".

Once more, many thanks to DawnDuckie for editing this story.

"Sarah? You need to keep time to the beat track."
"I know." Sarah pressed the headphones against her ears as she spoke into the mic. "But once I start singing, I can't hear it." Looki...

Free-Use: Hospitality, Part 5
It was the end of her fifth week of living with the Stanley's. She had never expected to be staying here this long, but they had been so good to her. There was still tension between them, with David still showing a little more affection to her over his wife, making Meli...

CHAPTER 1: THE NEW NEIGHBORHOOD
The ad had made it sound like paradise.
"Safe locality. Peaceful neighbors. Ideal for couples."
The pictures were bright--sunlit lanes, trimmed hedges, families walking hand-in-hand. We were tired of the noise, of the constant clamor of city life. This was supposed to...

Author's Note: This story is a standalone spinoff from my main series, A Model Romance. While it takes place after Chapter 15 of that series and references characters and events from that chapter, I believe it has enough context to function independently as a short, sexy, romantic story, even for fi...

This story revolves around sisters, Jane and Sarah. They had been brought back together by misfortune. Jane had recently divorced and Sarah was widowed. Both in their fifties and without significant amounts of money to call on, they lived together. The house Jane had lived in, was sold as part of th...

Brief Description:
A drunk and horny teacher stumbles after a night of clubbing. A few of her students make sure she makes it home safely. Then she thanks them.
All Characters are 18+.
Group Sex: Teacher, Drunk, Gangbang, Spitroast
The Morning After
June woke up on her living room floor. It was unco...

THE McTEAGUE LEGACY
Chapter One: Weighty Expectations
Unfolding his tall frame from his BMW M4, Tate McTeague coldly surveyed St. Sofia Orphanage.
"Jesus Christ, what a shithole," he muttered. But where others saw ruin; he saw profit.
Carlos Ramirez, project manager, hustled alongside, tablet clutch...

"Looks like we're the last ones here," Mel says as she comes into the kitchen.
I'm washing dishes and handing them to Sara—this is her apartment, and she's the host for the evening. She dries them, putting them away in their various cabinets.
Sara turns to Mel. "Evan?"
"I just helped him into an Ube...

Sam stood at the mouth of the alley, heart thumping harder than he liked to admit. The dim orange glow of a broken streetlamp flickered overhead, casting uneasy shadows across the wet concrete. The city buzzed behind him--cars, voices, the faint thrum of music leaking from somewhere he couldn't see-...