Three weeks after the meet and greet I was enjoying the sun by the pool. Visions of cock danced in my head and my pecker was getting large when a guy took the lounging chair next to mine and sat down. I opened one eye to get a look at the man and didn't recognized the face but was happy to see a well-built sexy man of about sixty deeply tanned with powerful looking thighs. He had a bald head, hairy underarms and chest with a thin trail of hair continuing to his waistline. I'm sure he had a nice bush too. My...

I awoke in the afternoon to my alarm blaring in my head. Letting out a loud groan, rolling over, throwing on the same shorts and shirt from yesterday. Making my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and an anti hangover pill. Definitely one of the best inventions of the last decade. Perdue were still pieces of shit but at least they were coming out with some interesting products. All that oxycodone money had set them up for decades to come....

Mira, Allie, Sophie, and Wren stepped into a large room.
After following the two succubi's directions, it led them down a hallway and to a pair of large doors. Beyond the doors was a large open room, but there was nothing inside. It was blank, without any features besides the stone bricks making up the walls....

This story takes place in the universe created by fellow writer "farbeyondourstars".
Olympus Beckons - Part 11: "The race is not always to the swift, nor the battle to the strong."
The ship was at battle stations, yet there was something of a hush in her passageways and compartments. Not a silence as such, for the vessel's machinery hummed and whirred as it always did, its engines murmured, and all the many mechanisms that maintained the fragile existence of her crew carried out their tasks with their...

After the tape was over, I made us some tea and we all sat down to discuss what we had witnessed.
Mei had decided to look upon what she had witnessed in scientific terms. "No normal person can ejaculate as much as he did," she said. "He must be suffering from some abnormality. I would be worried if I were him. I am going to inquire into this."...

"I'm just kidding, Aaron." Her voice still had the same silken quality, but this time it was joined by saccharine notes that reminded him of a sour green apple covered in far too much caramel.
"Wha..." He stammered as her grip on his arms tightened slightly and she began to pull him back towards the table the box had sat on. He felt paralysed, his fingers numb, his legs only working on autopilot so he wouldn't fall on his face....

Once Dan left for work in the morning, I occupied my summer days taking care of my two young daughters. We did normal things like go to the beach, park, arts & crafts, and library story times. However, I always felt guilty because regardless of how much I loved being a mom, whenever I had a moment, I'd be on my phone. I became obsessed with looking up men with big black cocks fuck white women. I imagined myself as the white woman. When I had a moment to myself while at home, I would crank up my hidden big b...

In a previous story, (Part 18 Carol Exposed,) I invited a buddy to come see my nude sleeping wife as she sunbathed!
She told me I owed her a shopping trip and a night out to eat so here we go!
Carol knew she would be trying on swimsuits today so she skipped wearing a bra or panties! She slid on a short black mini skirt and white mid drift sweater....

Chapter 64
When I awoke on Friday, India was dressed in a tiny bikini that showed off nearly all parts of her breasts except the nipples. She said, "Wake up sleepyhead. We're meeting the others at the lake in about an hour, so get up." After I did as asked and she finished getting herself ready, we drove out to the lake. Having to park far away from the dock, we walked side by side through the various lots, her holding my dick the whole way. As always, I was stared at, glared at and ogled all at the same...

I slam the cupboard door. It's an accident, but also not totally an accident.
"For fuck's sake, can you just remember to get the olives next time?" I say.
You roll your eyes and sigh.
"I told you, I thought we had some. It's fine. I'll text Bob and tell him to bring some," you say.
I nod and turn to the cutting board. I'm slicing lemons and limes and placing them in little bowls for the cocktail table. People are coming in half an hour and I still need to empty the garbage in the bathroom and wi...

(This story is a continuation to 'The Computer Ch. 13D- RandR', it makes no sense if you have not read that part of the story.)
I would like to thank you, my small band of dedicated readers, for reading my story. I would love it, if you would all vote, what you vote I don't mind. I will not be upset or annoyed if you vote low. If you don't vote I can only presume that you did not read it to the end, and that would be disappointing....

The whistle of Supercruise gently mixed with Alex's music in the background as the pair soared through the black. Alex sat in her pilot's seat: the metal rose Eta had made for her so long ago still attached to the back of the headrest. A book floated in front of her, but she didn't seem to be reading it. Instead she was simply watching space go by with a contented smile on her lips. Eta sat in the copilot seat: feet kicked up on the dashboard among her growing collection of ship models. She was absentminded...

Author's Note
This is an erotic story.
That should be clear by now--but let me say it again:
This is a story about desire, in its many messy, electrifying, unapologetic forms.
Yes, it's told through the lens of relationships, emotion, and daily life. But at its core, this story was built to explore the spaces where fantasy and reality collide--where inhibition melts, and where choices are made not for safety, but for sensation....

Pulling into the hotel car park, just after 4:00pm, I parked my car, took my overnight bag and went to reception to check in. It was a good quality hotel, set in its own gardens a little way off the motorway. Because I was only staying the one night on my way back home from a training course, I'd asked Sally, my dad's secretary, to book a premier double room, rather than a suite....

I don't think I felt normal again until after Anne's emancipation. We stayed up at the condo the entire time, and my sister slowly got more comfortable with me caring for her daughter. I cried a lot, and cleaned to keep my mind off things. I didn't get to see the emancipation itself, as my master's grandparents had put me to work as a server, but I watched the party....

Early the next morning, after several hours of sleep, Aimee awoke. Sometime during the night, the satin duvet had been pushed to the floor, and they had slipped under the smooth linen sheets which lay crumpled around her. Don was not in bed, and she could hear water running in the bathroom and she realized he was showering....

I took a long break from my sissy life style. I returned to school and the dorms. I was no longer talking with Jerry and Rick. I would masturbate thinking about my night at the hotel and feel shame after. I wanted it, but it went to far. My sissy hole never fully recovered and dildo insertions were always easy after that night. I had to choose my street clothes carefully and avoid certain activities to not reveal my lower back tattoo. That night drastically altered my life. Luckily I never caught any seriou...

NINETEEN

Shay had given up on trying to develop an excuse to get Dan's ex-partner, Neil, to talk to her. She couldn't fabricate a convincing story, and she had nothing to use as leverage. The fact was, she had nothing, not one damn thing, that would stand up in court. All she had were guesses and the testimony of an admitted liar. Given that Neil only owned the site someone used to contact Lindsey, there wasn't a shred of evidence connecting Neil to the rumors or Lindsey....

We call ourselves admins, but most people call us secretaries. Trust me, as a male admin I had heard every joke. I worked in an ad firm, and while the Mad Men days were long gone, it still attracted a lot of rowdy bros. I had about three years of experience, enough to shake off my naiveté and develop a thick skin....

Emily's Extra Credit: Part 2
The basement stacks of the humanities library smelled like old glue and misfiled fantasies.
Emily Morgan moved through them like she owned the oxygen.
She was dressed casually -- jeans that hugged without trying, a loose gray T-shirt tucked in just enough to imply the soft curve of her waist, and her hair pulled into a messy bun she'd perfected in front of the mirror for twelve minutes....

Dear Reader,
Wouldn't it be wonderful to be 18 years old again and share your female persona with real girls your own age? This story is about a lucky femboy who does that and more.
Sincerely,
Whippet
P. S. This story contains incest.
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Mother treated me to dinner at a fancy restaurant on my birthday. After we returned home she took my hands into her gentle grasp and made a surprising announcement....

13-minute read
"Melissa, here is a coupon for the grocer down the block. Before you leave, can you get me a couple of things. Please?"
"Of course, Mrs. Morgan. Do they know you
]at this market? Would they know what these things are if they knew they are for you?"
"Yes, Sweetheart. They do."...

"Sir, you are leaving cryostasis. Please confirm your solution."
My skin felt like paper. I knew it would pass in a minute or two, but it's always unnerving.
"Three blue, Four green."
"Thank you, sir. Please confirm your intervals"
I had no idea how I managed to speak when my tongue was just a stiff piece of worn down leather covered in gravel, but the training kicked in and I gave her my interval. "Three, then eight. Interval repeats after seven, twice."...

Dear Reader: After you read this story, I hope you'll leave a rating and perhaps also post a comment about what you liked or disliked. Please check out my other stories at . I have posted a few dozen stories, including ones that are standalone and also ones in series format (each of whose installments can be read standalone too, if you're afraid of commitment, LOL). I strive to keep my stories fresh in various dimensions and to avoid repeating myself too much, so I hope you find something to enjoy - if one ...

Quick note from Ian Snow -- this story was originally published elsewhere. The rights have since reverted back to me, and I thought Literotica would make for a fun final home for it. Enjoy.
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Olivia was so goddamn sweet I was certain if you pricked her, she would bleed caramel. The candy apple red of her lipstick that day added to the whole metaphor, and it was those lips and those big mischievous eyes I was drawn to from the moment I came through the door....

I'm a truck driver named Mike, and this is a story from the early years of my marriage to Nicole, the one and only love of my life.
We married young in 1967. I was 22 and she was 19. We were both very sexual and as we progressed in our sex life we started sharing our sexual histories and fantasies. Before long I had told her that my favorite experiences from single life involved me and a friend picking up a woman, usually in a bar, and double teaming her. I was surprised and delighted when Nicole told me...

THE ABBEY FARM CURSE.
CHAPTER ONE.
I'm Gareth Hughes, usually known as Gary, and I'm going to tell you a story. Now, you probably won't believe it and in your place I probably wouldn't either, but then that doesn't really matter because belief or disbelief won't change what I know actually happened. It's true that lot of what I will tell you will sound highly improbable and even I find it hard now to believe that such things occurred, but they did. All I can say is that if you can't believe my account...

Paula slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Seconds later I heard the shower start. I lay there looking up at the ceiling wondering what had just happened. I had many one-night stands in my life but nothing like this. I had known Paula for less than half a day before she was riding my face and pissing down my throat. She had even gobbled up my cum from my chest without even blinking. She was a bold woman that really knew what she wanted. I could now understand why her other lovers might have been ...

Authors Note.
This is one of my older stories. There are a few spelling and grammar mistakes.
It is about an extreme feminist government taking over the UK. It is loosely based on a series Freddie Clegg wrote called "New Order". He used his stories mainly for femdom. This one involves a lot of forced fem....

Chapter 11
The plane took off to carry me home, but I left my heart there, just another peg on the board of Spencer's conquests. Tears streamed down my face as we broke through the clouds and I saw the sun rising high. He'd be off at class now, probably celebrating the last day with his pals while I flew home crying over a guy who never cared about me at all. I was just another woman he fucked. I was surprised he hadn't tried to keep my panties or whatever it was guys did when they took a girl's virginit...