"Ira's wife called to say he would be home in an hour with snacks so you two could watch the Bills/Patriots game. She invited us both but I am going to stay here. I might come over later"
I went upstairs to get changed into my casual clothes. I skipped the underwear under my track pants. I grabbed a six pack out of the fridge. It was only a five minute walk to Ira's house....

Two years later.
I turned the last page on "Goodnight Moon." It was Phoenix's favorite book before bed. My own child didn't care what book was read at bedtime as he immediately fell asleep no matter which book was opened.
Hally picked up her son, his red hair matching his mother, and carried him downstairs. I grabbed my son, Henry, and followed....

Preface: a spaceship transporting a dangerous lifeform across the galaxy is compromised when the creature escapes its cell and murders the entire crew. The ship crash-lands on planet Earth in a young woman's backyard. Ellie boards the ship to investigate, bringing her face to face with the most terrifying alien monster... if you don't like tentacles, turn back now!...

This story takes place about one month after Debbie, Cassidy and me attended our first swingers party.
My wife Debbie and our wife Cas are involved with Tony, aka Horse. They also have the occasional romp with a young man named Robert.
I call Robert their boy toy. He is 18 years old and just finished high school. He lost his virginity with my wife Debbie, and on the same evening he had his second pussy when he had sex with Cas....

That day I came home from work early changed my life. I know, I know. You've heard it before. But this isn't just another story. This really happened.
I was in a great mood that day, thinking I would have the house to myself for the afternoon while my wife, Karen, was at work and my stepdaughter, Melody, was at college....

Deepa was excited to be one of the founding members of the cult society, a small group of men and women formed over the last few months. It started with associations of members of a chat group, who exchanged fantasies, of how they would like to pursue a life of passion, lust and erotic existence, mating members within the family....

After that my days settled in a kind of rushed routine, which consisted of barely keeping up with my lectures because I had to pick up extra shifts in the bar to recover some of my spending and my time was disappearing at rapid pace. Jane was also swamped with schoolwork so we saw each other here and there, but we were mostly hoping to make up for the lost time after I moved back to my dorm, which was only few weeks away now....

My experimental space-engine worked, and my one-man shuttle had propelled me and the shuttle across the universe. Once the ship began to slow down, I saw though the cockpit window there was a blue and green planet in front of me that was not Earth. It was absolutely worth the risk.
I turned on the audio recorder: "It would appear that the experiment is a success. I am now seeing the planet that we could only see as a dot from a telescope right in front of me. It looks like Earth, but the continents are v...

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"Come on!‟ Mary encouraged her son, "let's go snorkeling, Papa and Lissy are already out in the sea.‟
Terry blinked back sleepily, he saw Mama with the snorkeling gear standing next to his bath towel.
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"All right,‟ he grumbled, and pushed himself up, "otherwise, I'll get a sunstroke here.‟...

I kneel, legs spread and bottom resting on my feet, perched atop the large boardroom table, shaking slightly with nervous arousal. The glossy surface reflects my nakedness up at me in wavery sepia tones; the gleam of light from the large bank of windows to my right gleaming off of the curves of my shoulder, the side of a breast, my thigh... and then the deep shadow between, a waiting, empty place....

The Hypnotic hour
CHAPTER ONE: THE CLOCK BEHIND THE DESK
Madeline Duval was not a girl who wasted time.
She didn't 'move' through life. She slid. A midtown condo overlooking the water, Peloton bootcamp at 6 a. m., cold brew and protein powder at 6:45, flawless hair by 7:20. Her nails were shellac, her schedule down to five-minute increments. Her work heels cost more than her first car, and she walked like someone owed her everything and was late delivering....

All you read here is true and accurate. Effectively you are reading a diary of our days together and our sexual activities. Only our names are different and those of our friends.
Wednesday
We woke early that morning both feeling fairly fresh. We said our good mornings and kissed. We were lying facing each other, not a great deal being said, but I had woken with a good stiff on. "You need me to get rid of that do you?" Sharon asked....

Sue was not a large woman. She was actually pretty fit, gamers being what they are. But her ass. Good god what a beauty. Wide butt cheeks, a pretty little pink asshole. She had a tattoo of a Playboy bunny on her right buttocks. Her hips must have measured at least 42".
I lubed my cock liberally as I looked at Daria. She was looking at me with love. She could sense my question....

Author Note - This is my first story I published. There are probably typos. If it gets enough interest, I'll take the time to proof read the other chapters this woman, and other women I have written about. Let me know if you want more.
Just another tournament weekend. Playing well on Saturday, our team had a later game on Sunday. I was down eating breakfast in the lobby. Fresh from my morning shower, I was just wearing some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Some of the girls from our team were down there ...

Months ago, ChloeTzang asked me to submit a story and I said that I would. I know absolutely nothing about Mickey Spillane or Mike Hammer or writing violence or what noir means or any of that. But being clueless has never stopped me before! So, here we are!

I have started writing some stories involving a woman, Akari, who kind of stumbles into solving mysteries with her girlfriend, Maureen (Why do I always have lesbians in my stories...? Hmmm...). Anyway, their stories are NOT violent or noir or anyt...

Since July 2023, I've been a member of Literotica and content maker specializing in audio stories. I start this 2 year anniversary show by singing the ABBA song (only part of the song) THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC. I then thank my listeners and members on Literotica who follow my audio content and my fans, naming 2 specific members who have been my biggest fans. I play with my toy in my pussy and cum, much to everyone's satisfaction as well as my own. Thank you Literotica!!!...

ANnDROID: Hector Ramirez aka Hecate Vega$
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Las Vega$, Nevada!
"I can't stop rubbing myself."
"I told you that you would get used to being a woman."
"You weren't kidding when you said let you Drive Miss Daisy earlier. All I have to do is lay back and let you do all the work."
"Do not get too comfortable. We might share this body Hector Ramirez, but I am only your computer. Yes, I can control the android's anatomy, but you should be the one in the lead, not I."...

LEZ BEFORE WICKET

[Author's Note: This story has been knocking around inside my head for a while and I needed to get it written before starting on Part 4 of the Marcilla Series. It's a one-off with new characters and is most certainly not going to become a series.
This story may be a little difficult for those not familiar with the game of cricket. Can't help that, sorry....

There is no sex in this particular story.
Any spelling or grammar mistakes are of my own accord.
I do use Microsoft Editor, but no program is perfect.
STORY BEGINS HERE.
It was eight-thirty in the morning, and Heather was sitting on the sofa hugging her husband's favorite coffee mug to her chest, while crying. Cory hadn't come home last night. He didn't call. His cell phone was going to straight to voicemail. Text messages went unanswered. The TV was on, but she wasn't really paying attention. H...

Shana sat up suddenly, breath still unsteady, and looked at her two companions--lovers really. One she had only just met tonight, and one she'd met just yesterday. Her smile was soft, reluctant, but certain as she began untangling herself from the warmth of their bodies, and slipped out of bed.
"I truly hate to do this," she said, bending to gather her clothes--including the shirt she'd left her the night befor--"but I have to get back. I've got a lesson to get to, and I cannot be late."...

Dearest Elaine,
Do you remember Belgium? July 1992. That sprawling, slightly soulless holiday home in Westend, a place defined by its sheer, windy flatness and the greyness of the North Sea. It was our first 'family' holiday, wasn't it? An experiment I have never wished to repeat. The two weeks were an exercise in navigating the well-meaning, stifling pressure of my parents and the resentful boredom of my younger sisters. I escaped into cheap lager far too often, becoming a boorish, drunken caricature yo...

Becoming Monsters is the creation of AiLovesToGrow, setting used with permission
This idea comes from RetroLeopard.
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Chapter 3: Who is This?
Leo stood outside of the bathroom door, sounding concerned. "Come on, Amanda, I said I was sorry!"
"Not good enough!" Amanda, by contrast, sounded really, really angry....

Kelly Ch. 12: Flight to Dallas
The morning arrived for Kelly to catch her flight to Dallas with Lisa and Tiffany.
She was ready in the kitchen drinking her coffee when Gary joined her and saw her in a revealing little black party dress, "Baby, is that what you're wearing for the flight?"
"Yes, do you like it?" She smiles with a little smirk, knowing it was a bit sexy for a flight across the country....

I pulled out a strand of hair tangled in the hairband and dropped it on the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror and slowly started to take off my clothes. As always, I took my time looking at my belly, my flat butt, my thighs--looking at everything I didn't like about myself.
I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up. When the steam rose over the shower curtain, I stepped in. The scalding water made my hair stand on end and gave me a moment of pleasure....

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
Rosa 43, thick in all the right places, braless under a worn tank and poured into a pair of faded mom jeans. She hadn't expected Andrew--her son's 22-year-old friend--to walk in while she was bent over in the kitchen. But when he did? He couldn't stop staring. And she didn't tell him to....

The Slithers
"How the fuck did I get here?!" my thoughts screamed. Everything was pitch black, I couldn´t move yet that voice... "Alex?"
"I´ll have a four-shot espresso macchiato please." I was exhausted, all those extra shifts were going to help pay the bills; well if I had any money left after all the coffee I needed to push through all of them....

I smiled as I pressed 'send' to confirm our first two night's accommodation with Stefan, the hotel receptionist. Finally, our week away was arranged, and Veronica's long-awaited trip to celebrate her birthday was back on - originally planned for June 2020, but delayed for the obvious reason!
Veronica was given very few details of the week. She knew that we would be spending the first two nights in one hotel, one night at a tiny and very sought-after restaurant/hotel, and the final few nights in a boutiqu...

The gravel crunched under Simon's tires as he pulled his dented hatchback into the driveway. The house ahead was two stories of beige suburban respectability, trimmed with tacky fall decorations--fake leaves in the windows, a metal turkey on the lawn, and a big wooden sign near the porch that read "Gobble Gobble, Y'all."...

Leaves rustle as you lead me forward. They sound like paper, and I hear your footsteps on the ground, my own breathing coming hot.
"Shuuuh," you say. "We don't want them to hear us."
"Who?" I ask. "Can I take off this blindfold now?"
"You can't. That privilege is mine alone."
I feel your soft hands at the back of my head, caressing my neck as you untie the silken cord. Light rushes in and I turn to see you again, put your finger to lips to caution silence. Your lips are pink, pink as other place...

October 3rd 1784
Damion's Journal; he has found Bruno, the Steward at Durishaus, trying to rape Belali.
Belali was sat on an ottoman chest, her back to the wall, one hand was on Bruno's chest and with the other she signed, < no no no no >.
Bruno's trousers were around his ankles and his phallus was erect. Belali's knickers were torn to shreds. He was jabbing at the young black woman's exposed quim with his member, trying to enter her. Her face was screwed up in determination to resist him but her s...