My cheek pressed against the rug. Cool. Smelling faintly of sandalwood and sex. My pulse hammered in my throat like it wanted to break free, crawl to her, worship her in its own rhythm.
Betty didn't speak for a moment. She didn't need to. Silence was her scalpel, carving the air into obedience.
I felt James shift behind me. Felt Rita's breath stall. The room had tilted--the centre of gravity dragging hard toward the woman in white....

He found it difficult to settle back into work upon his return.
Even once his member returned to normal, there was a bewildering array of processes that he couldn't stop being aware of. The expansion and contraction of his chest, once an imitated habit meant to put humans at ease and now a biological necessity. Blinking, as apparently one's eyes were another body part that needed to remain moist. To say nothing of his first experience of defecation, which had been unpleasant....

I hadn't seen Jake for a couple of weeks. I had been out sunbathing naked only twice since he has joined me, and he hadn't appeared at the fence. I really wanted him to join me again. I had enjoyed being such a blatant exhibitionist, openly playing with my cock in front of Jake. Watching his uncertainty with being naked in front of me had been very arousing. Mostly of course, I wanted to get a chance to play with his cock and balls some more and push the boundaries further. I got my chance last weekend....

Part 2 of the Writing Retreat series - read Part 1, Forbidden Tryst, for context! :)
Aura woke up on time for breakfast the next morning, feeling refreshed and relaxed, the after-effects of the powerful orgasms she'd had the night before still doing their calming, serotonin-releasing thing. After a shower and a quick morning meditation session, Aura sent Portia a text to ask if she was ready to head out for breakfast. This had become their routine over the past couple days - the two of them would meet in...

"Stop it!" my wife chided me, again.
"What? It's not my fault you're so fucking hot." I grinned.
"It's your fault what your hands are doing," she replied with a glare in the mirror.
She stood at the dressing table, making final adjustments to her hair before meeting her friend for a drink. She was wearing one of her "going out" dresses and had put her hair up in the way I loved. She looked gorgeous. I couldn't keep my hands off her....

The suite door clicked shut behind her. Autumn stepped inside, expecting soft music, dim lighting, maybe room service. Instead--her breath caught. The room was nothing but mirrors. Every wall. The ceiling. Even the closet door. A thousand angles. A thousand versions of her and Ryan in every direction. It was dim, yes--soft amber lighting from sconces and a single warm lamp near the bed--but everything shimmered in gold. The air was warm. Still....

Becky lived a few blocks away from the couple, in a smaller apartment. When she opened the door, she was wearing a black tank top and shorts. "Make yourself at home," she said, and hugged them both. Michael noticed that Becky wasn't wearing a bra, and could feel her nipples touching his chest as she hugged him....

Chapter 5 - Pablo/Pup Mellow, Lance and Jorge
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'Oh, that was a nice walk,' Lance said, walking alongside Jorge as they strolled up towards the gate to their front garden. They were both smartly dressed.
'Feeling refreshed. Enjoy that, boy?' Jorge looked down at the pup who was secured by a leash to a collar around his neck as he walked on all fours beside his two owners....

Annabel had just finished the last dish when Carla came breezing through the kitchen with Asha in tow, having decided the three of them should take a walk on the beach. Pausing only to fill a flask with brandy in case it was chilly, she took Annabel by the arm and led the way.
In fact the fog had cleared and it had turned into a beautiful night with a blazing bright half-moon illuminating the sky. They walked down to the waterline and first Carla, then the other two, took off their shoes and began to wad...

The next night, at 8 PM, Jodie's mother, Lisa, was more than ready, and as Jodie and Kayla watched, she was placed in the same position that Jodie and Kayla remembered so well, naked, on her knees like a subservient little cocksucker.
Her eyes locked on that cunt opening tool; she was eager to suck his cock. She submissively opened wide, and Mr. Richard slid his prick in. Lisa closed her mouth around his cock and felt the silky smooth skin over the rock-hard shaft. It had been so long since she had sucke...

All individuals are over the age of 18 and names have been changed for whatever reason. All of your critiques welcomed.
Bobby' Girl
Late on a rainy Thursday morning, I walked into Galissi's Diner for lunch and spotted a familiar face in line. "Britney, is that you?"
'Jimmy, oh my gosh, it's good to see you!"...

This wasn't just a script.
It was a moment. A message. A voice that made someone grip the wheel and bite back a moan in the dark.
Mark — or as some of you know him, Dandee_LionFlower — asked for something that couldn't be faked. So I left him a real voicemail to drive home to... and he recorded his reaction live. No retakes. No roleplay. Just my voice. His need. And your front-row seat....

Written by "HerMatman." Actor friend "Derek S" does voice over. Each character in this short story is 18 years and older. Other audio is public domain.


Watching My English Teacher Fuck by HerMatman

















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First off, thank you for your patience. Hopefully this wait wasn't too bad. This chapter is on the longer end, so fingers crossed it feels worth the extra time I needed to get it to you. Thanks again to AuroraIncident, Boots, and adub who helped get ideas fleshed out and caught most of my spelling, grammatical, and continuity issues. I've also been in contact with two people who aren't native English speakers, with the hopes of them giving feedback on wordplay that may not translate well....

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This is a work of fiction.
Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead is purely coincidental.
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A long time ago, like the early to mid-seventies, people of a mind could be more adventurous. The biggest problem with unprotected sex was an array of STI that could be treated fairly easily. The scourge of HIV/AIDS was just around the corner....

Kyle and I have been best friends since 2nd grade, when my family and I moved to the Midwest. Throughout those childhood years of bike riding, hide and seek tag, and all those other things kids did back in the day, we were inseparable. If one of us happened to be out without the other, invariably we would be asked; where's Kyle or where's Ross....

David
"You told me this had to end. We both know that you lied. We're on fire." Her voice sounded like it was calling out to me, as if the mountains were the chorus to her one-woman show. The microphone attached to my helmet could never do her alluring song justice.
"You finally learned a new skill, homebody?" I mocked. I could feel her eyes narrow at the back of my head, even though I could not see them. "No, I heard it from an up-and-coming singer and songwriter, Jax the Bard, on social media. Not m...

Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose trying to ward off the headache he knew was brewing. He had stayed up too late last night with the maid from his hotel. Her flirty little giggles coaxed his spirit after dealing with his asshole of a Director. He never took time off from work, and frankly that jackass owed him a lot more than a single weekend off after all the clients he'd brought into the company....

(This is not a sexy story. It is a space war thriller.)


Chapter 6: Loss of Vision

From the Log of War Admiral Norman North, 2.5 years after Vitalics:
We have continued our search for Monumental civilizations but haven't come up with anything promising. We've found several more monuments, but nothing substantial, like a Monumental city or derelict warship. I have to be realistic about things--it may take years, even decades for us to find anything useful....

CHAPTER 9. SPIRAL.
Katie showed up before 9 a. m. in navy scrubs and Crocs, hair still damp, coffee in one hand, some new clinical guideline package in the other. I hadn't slept. I don't think I ever really laid down in earnest.
She walked in without knocking--of course--and looked around, noting the remnants of one kitchen chair and a lamp in the corner. She stared at me for a full five seconds before saying anything, then: "Jesus, Care. You look like a murder confession."...

Author's note:
The nightly accident in the last chapter leaves the group stranded, and Jenny finds herself deep in the wilderness with a broken van and mounting pressure. She and her friends take the rough way to Hawnee - through thorns, bad luck, and a few shredded nerves.
In this chapter, a wardrobe mishap catches Jenny off guard, and an unwanted encounter threatens to shake what little stability she has left. But what rises in the aftermath isn't just awkwardness or frustration - it's a flicker of ...

Naomi Pledges S. L. T. 09
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I was awoken incorrectly as water was introduced to my face causing me to shoot up gasping as Lauren spoke, "Rise and shine, today we have a lot to do little bitch!"
I wiped my face of the water and shot a growl at Lauren who was standing over me with an empty glass smiling at me daring to say something that I quickly refrained from yelling at her....

[This is a story about someone who crossdresses and later transitions to female for purposes of prostitution, and (later) working for a pimp alongside other cisgender callgirls. This story is novel-length and has already been written in its entirety. It will be published chapter by chapter weekly, in 11 installments, near the weekend subject to Literotica moderation. The novel later includes supernatural elements and themes related to spirituality. I gave the story two titles, the first on how it begins, an...

l am with a colleague,... Marcus, in the elevator,... for a few minutes, already,...
We have been already working together, but then, he was promoted, to another department. When my transition was obvious, and l came out, so many close colleagues were against me. But Marcus was one of those, who supported me, when l declared: "l know, that l will be on hormones, for life,... and, that l will not have children! But l need to express myself,... l need to be, outside, who l am, inside, since I exist! For th...

Chapter 8 of our little story about how Amy and I begun our married life together. I hope you're enjoying it. It's been cathartic writing it. It may seem a little strange and on reflection it seems weird that we got sucked into this whole thing. It's just Amy can get so focussed on what she wants that sometimes you can't see the wood for the trees, and in retrospect we both got carried away by everything....

At Matt's class the next day I was somewhat distracted as I worked out.
I kept waiting for a look from him, a glance that lasted a little longer. Some acknowledgements that we jacked off together in the showers the day before. That he shot a huge load several feet into the air that landed on my ass. And, although he doesn't know this part, that I fucked myself with my fingers using his cum as lube till I shot my load....

It was the early 1970' and I'd met Chris, a sexy, fellow twenty-something at a sauna in the West End of London. After we'd been involved in a hot threesome with an older guy, Chris had invited me back to his place in the East End with a promise of a dominating night.
As we walked out of the Upton Park Underground station, I quietly fantasized about our upcoming session, wondering how long it would take for the fun to start. But it came as a real shock when, just two minutes after leaving the station, he ...

It's Not as Bad as It Seems. It's Much Worse
Barb walked around their home office like she was walking on broken glass, treading lightly knowing she was on double secret probation. She willed the printer to work faster. Finally, it completed the document. She offered the papers to Jack with both outstretched hands as a geisha might....

As always, the warnings.
This is a futa story.
This is an interracial story. Raceplay, even.
And, finally, this was done with no AI.
This is just something a little dommy I cooked up.
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The children of this generation could be really disappointing....

Tags: Group Sex, gay male, futanari, nonhuman, oviposition
Author's Note: All characters are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy, any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated.
The steel door of Gavin's bunk opened with a cold hiss. The young biologist saw his coworker Tara. Her long brunette hair was kept in a ponytail. The freckles on her face gave her a girl-next-door look that Gavin often caught himself daydreaming about. She was a little taller than he was at 5ft 8in....