Games People Play
This story's been running around in my head for some time, and I finally got it down on paper. There are real places used, but they are used simply because they are where they are. And I know some readers will find it difficult to believe the Bears actually are in a championship game (along with the Raiders), but after all, this is a fictional story. I hope you enjoy! And as always, votes and constructive comments are welcome......

The first thing Alexander noticed was the tension in his neck, he was barely tucked in on the couch anymore. Had he even slept? Oliver had done that--he always did, even when they fought. Even when Alexander chose the couch over their bed.
Light crept in through the sheer curtains, warm and gold, but not quite enough to chase away the chill from the night before. He stayed still, staring at the ceiling. The cushion beneath him was too narrow for comfort, his neck ached faintly, and yet he hadn't moved on...

"Fucking bullshit." She thought, trying to stay still as she stared at the blank ceiling in Declan's flat in Arbor Hill. The studio was small, crammed with his photography, but she found it romantic, and she wanted to spend as much of her fleeting time in Dublin with him as she could.
In the morning she was flying back to the States, the Midwest, the farm with a capital F. She hadn't seen her parents in almost three years, not since the door closed on her dorm room the day they moved her up to school. It...

The journey to Nepal had been tiring, but worth it. The mountains were beautiful, but you couldn't go anywhere without going up and down, and especially for people from the plains of Bulgaria, walking in these altitudes was quite exhausting. Despite that, Atanas and Nadia walked as much as they could, loving every minute in the untamed nature of Nepal. On that particular day, they had been crossing a valley, heading to an ancient monastery that their guidebook said was of exceptional beauty. They had veered...

I hadn't slept.
Not really.
I'd tossed and turned in the sheets, shifting from one side to another like a woman haunted by phantoms. My skin still burned faintly from last night's shameful indulgence, and yet it wasn't even the memory of release that kept me from rest. It was the urge to do it again. Over and over. My thoughts ran wild with scent and leather and red eyes that didn't belong in my mind. I clamped my thighs shut. I clenched my fists beneath the covers. I whispered spells of coldness unde...

First, let me make it clear that these stories that I write are stories of my experiences with and without my husband. He has his share of experiences himself but at this time chooses not to write about them. Sometimes James is included in my adventures and sometimes he isn't. It is the same with me. I am not always present when James has some of his adventures. The common factor is that neither of us do anything without the other knowing about it....

"Okay Min, let's see this spell of untying and get to bed."
Kelly and I lay next to each other on the small bed of the school nurse's office, our arms bound tightly overhead to the wooden headboard. Our friend Min said she wanted to show us her new spell of untying, so we agreed to be tied up next to each other. I didn't like the feeling of being controlled like this, so I couldn't keep the hint of annoyance out of my voice. Kelly turned towards me and the floral scent of her hair filled my nose....

A womanizer is a Rake, as they were often called in the 17th century, was a man who was habituated to immoral conduct, particularly womanizing. Cad and Libertine are also closely related terms. Like the Rakes of old, our hero is carefree, witty, handsome, buff, and sexually irresistible. Cord enjoyed living well, managing his properties, and enjoying intellectual pursuits and music....

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This series isn't that popular, but I like writing it so whatevs. I'll go back to writing regular erotica one day. I have a Mike and Max chapter that's been lingering in drafts for months now.
Less action, more world building. I'd still call this an urban fantasy with erotica in it, not an erotic urban fantasy. This is about story and character more than sex....

Amber shook her long blonde hair free from the pony tail she had had it in all day. Running her fingers through it she checked the time. Five minutes until her last appointment then she could finally go home. She loved her job as a primary school teacher, but the parents evenings were the one thing she could do without. Not that she didn't like meeting the parents or giving them progress updates, well if she was being honest there were some parents she would be happy not to meet and some pupils that challen...

It all seemed so innocent at first....
She was the one with the job, so I stayed at home and did the housework. I was quite proficient at cooking and she asked me if I would mind cooking for a few of her women friends - there would be four of them including herself. I agreed and the meal was arranged for the following weekend....

8th Chapter in the Series: Company Event
Chapter 1: The Initial Meeting
Liz and Kristina are teamed up at work to plan a future conference.
Kristina comes out from her main office to Liz's to start up the planning. Kristina is intrigued by Liz and after finding out about her luck luster sex life with her husband she decides to seduce Liz. Kristina being a mistress she couldn't pass up such a wonderful opportunity....

Emily Carter attends college in the biggest city in the state when she turned 19. For the first time in her life, she was confronted with an open, vibrant world, full of diverse and mind-blowing things. In her hometown, she was well protected by her middle-class parents and other family members. Now in the city, every day is an eye-opening experience for her....

I'm 5'10 with a flat tummy and long hair. I like to show my bare legs. I have nice feet and soft titties with a penis. Some guys know. Others don't. Most wonder. It doesn't matter. I make their dicks hard. It may even make them upset, but seeing me makes their dicks hard.
I'm girly. I feel like a girl, but I'm not trying to fool anyone. My feet and hands are male but feminine. My gestures too. I speak in a femme voice. Very natural. I am what I'm supposed to be....

Authors Notes
This story continues on from the 5 part series My Curvy Sexy, Mature Neighbour 10 years on. The background to this new installment is in this work.
This is intended to be the first installment of a new series of stories, about the steamy sexual adventures with the red headed mature Veronica and many others....

Introduction
This entry is long overdue. It's also my longest entry to date. Here's why....
Alex and I spent much of 2023 going through several rounds of IVF without any success and, by Christmas of that year, we'd pretty much given up on trying for a second child. In my mind, I'd accepted that Theo would be my first and last child, and that was it. The Lottery that is life, I guess....

It was a beautiful, unusually warm and bright day for this time of year. The shadow of winter was falling behind the heat and joy of spring. The scent of cut grass and blooming flowers danced into the car as I drove home, and to enjoy the glee of spring, I drove through the country rather than any motorways. The fields were lush and green, the light breeze caused the land to sway delicately. That first warm day since winter, I felt better than usual in my mind and body....

Frank rang the doorbell of an old friend's house. But he wasn't there to see Jane. No, today he wanted to see Jane's mom. Mrs. Jackson was a gorgeous MILF. And he had figured out how he could finally have her.
The door opened, and standing there was Mrs. Jackson, looking as hot as ever. The raven-haired beauty might be forty-five, but she still had curves in all the right places. Plus, the extra plumpness she had in her breasts and butt was not a bad thing....

The water was colder than usual. I liked it that way--it kept my thoughts from drifting too far. Especially when he was around.
I don't know his name. I've never even heard him speak. But I've seen him--oh, I've seen him.
He's always here, usually a few lanes down. We must have similar routines, but I swear it's not on purpose. At least, that's what I tell myself. Still, it's hard not to notice him. Harder not to watch....

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first story I've written - of any kind - since high school creative writing classes, so hopefully I don't embarrass myself too much. This is a brief character driven piece about how a young couple deals with one of them cheating, and how they try and get past it. This is not a story about characters you always make the right decisions, in fact, you might well find it a story about characters you never make the right decisions, but while this relationship dynamic might not work for...

Author's Notes:
Yet again, I'm getting rid of Ed's POV in this version. The hope is to tell the same story that I originally wanted to, but hopefully better. Ed is not a good person, and I did not enjoy writing him. I originally thought he was needed as a POV, but obviously, I changed my mind and think he is better as a non-POV character....

I'm not one of those women who normally like having sex for the sake of sex only. After all, if it were that I might as well make love exclusively with my fingers. But there was a time in my life when I went through a phase of craving sex, and sex alone, without any emotional entanglement, but at the same time with another human being....

Living in Mod City was a dream for Dina. She loved her life, she had a great job, had plenty of incredible sex, and most importantly had some great mods of her own. She stood five feet ten inches tall, her body was effortlessly fit at all times thanks to her "Fitmodel 2" mod and she had plenty of curves. Her brand new tits were the size of basketballs and just as firm, her hips were wide and her ass huge, perfectly round, and irresistibly fuckable. She had a single streak of red in her long blonde hair that...

Valerie like the other girls had grown up in strict and moralistic households who had sent them to the school run by the sisters of decency. The school was strict and the uniforms did not allow their feminity to be on display and when they had first started at the school they had found out what punishment might be dished out to naughty young ladies. All had received one stroke of the cane luckily while still wearing their skirts and been told naughty girls got a minimum of six strokes to their bare arses....

March 16, 2025
David is nowhere near Jamal's level. Wren was right, it's unfair that Jamal has dick that good. If David had the dick he did, I would never even think about Jamal again but last night all I could do was compare them in my mind. It's not that David isn't satisfying, he definitely got me there a few times last night, but it wasn't the same. David was loving and sweet, he doesn't have that animalistic side that I saw with Jamal. I liked it, I really enjoyed what I did with him, all the closen...

The Abbey Farm Curse
Chapter Eight.
I didn't have a bad night's sleep all things considered. I had expected to have it disturbed from thwarting the intentions of whatever power it was that was trying to rule our lives, but in the end all that actually troubled me was a dream, though it must be said it was a strangely unsettling dream. I can only remember a fragment clearly, but in that fragment Angie was naked and lying on a stone slab with her legs apart. By her side was my mother pleading with me to...

Courtney slipped into the darkened room. The 30-year-old nurse with the blonde pageboy haircut had infiltrated the clinic months ago, waiting for the chance to undermine or expose their perversions. God didn't make mistakes! Men were men and women were women, and no scientific breakthrough would change that....

AN: With the blessing of the author, I have created this version of the My Sister Eva by dezurtdawg. If you haven't read that story I highly recommend it. All characters in sexual activities are 18 or older. Nitpickers, please accept that the narrative occasionally is the first person from the POV of the main character and that the grammar is how I intended it to be. Thank you and I hope that you enjoy this story. Let me know what you think....

Chapter 18

Carla wasn't getting dressed. Instead, she gathered her stuff up and nodded towards the door. "Same place as usual, Ty?"
He nodded. "Yep! See you in a moment." Carla gave Cary and I one more backward glance, blew us both a kiss, and walked out of the room, moving her hips like a runway model. Ty waved, then turned to me and Cary. "You guys taking off?" he asked. "Or have you changed your mind about joining us in the Playroom for the rest of the night?"...

Chapter tags:- Blackmail, light crossdressing, Non-consensual/Rape, Futa on male, Humiliation, Blowjob, Handjob, Anal Fingering, Orgasm Denial/Control, light sex violence, Helpless Protagonist, Legs up missionary sex, Mating press position, Creampie, Facial
My eyes slowly opened up to my room's ceiling. The first thing that I felt was the moisture in my entrance below. Prompting myself up in my bed, I looked down and was relieved that I had not wetted my bed sheet during sleep. I arched my back forward t...