Characters:
Drew Carter -- 36, former pro soccer goalie turned assistant coach. Broad-shouldered, calm, and guarded. She wears confidence like a second skin, and always dresses sharp -- clean fades, tailored jackets, boots that say don't mess with me.
Emery Blake -- 34, Emmy-winning investigative journalist turned podcast host. Witty, expressive, high heels, and perfect red lips. She's never shy with a mic or a look....

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
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Jessica was fixing her mascara in the bathroom vanity mirror when she got her text. She saw it was from Olivia and smiled. She sent her a flirty text about how she was looking forward to tonight with a series of hearts and kissy face emojis. Jessica sent her a message back, but one that wasn't so much flirty as it was with sexual undertones. Olivia sent a gif of a carto...

Be Out Breeder 12
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Autumn looked at me looking happy, "Thanks for letting me join you in the shower."
I nodded, "No worries."
Autumn tilted her head, "Did you only agree to irritate Sloane?"
I shrugged, "Not entirely."
She smiled, "So you actually wanted me to join you in the shower?"...

Last night, I imagined meeting you for the first time.
I imagined the door closing behind us. The weight of the silence that falls, suddenly, as soon as it clicks shut. How my body freezes, tense, pounding. The eternity it takes for you to turn and look at me, and the instant between our eyes meeting and you having me pinned against the wall, your whole body heavy and hot on mine. A flash of panic....

After meeting multiple times in different countries for great times together, deep love, enlightening conversations and wild, wonderful sex, my fiancée and I were back in our respective hometowns.
It was tough to go back to normal days on our own after the high of being together every day -- frequent video calls and all-day chatting are great, but somehow they also make you miss each other even more....

This is an "old" audio of mine I posted on Reddit about 2 years ago to thank my followers. The plan was to cum 3 times, using different toys.
Please enjoy !
✨️Céleste


3 Orgasms To Thank You by Treve_Celeste

















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This is a spin off story based on my series Gods of Lust from 2024. On Mount Olympus, Athena has been kidnapped by the god of war Aries, and by the evil goddess of night and witches, Hecate. Her magic spear has been taken. They land in 1945 during the final World War 2 battle in Berlin, Germany. Aries and Hecate have her in their thrall, chained up in a statue in the Paris Pantheon, while Aries finds a way to influence the Axis - Nazi Germany, Japan and Italy - to win the war so that they can take the nucle...

You joined an exclusive cafe called "Cafe Noir." It’s not just a cafe, though. It’s an elite club, where you try to prove yourself, eager to show your worth among the others.
The competition here is subtle yet fierce, a constant test of wit and charm, and so far, you’re feeling a little behind because you missed a key signal. While you may not always be the sharpest, you certainly make up for it with your determination and enthusiasm....

Well, you caught me masturbating, but... I've needed to cum so badly for so long. We've just been so busy. You stay up later than I, usually... and I am asleep. And when I do come to bed with you, we say our 'I love you's' and you fall quickly to sleep.
Were you aware that I tend to watch you as you sleep? Yeah, I do. How can I not? Your body's naked and next to my naked body.... Your hair falls around your shoulders and I can see your beautiful breasts in the dim light of the streetlight outside the win...

Correct/full title "Interview To Be My Audio Porn Intern"
Script fill with permission by Bread_n_smut.
Being an audio porn VA can be a very strange thing sometimes. Like having different dildos for different effects to create our sounds. (true btw) Oftentimes, we also have many deficits in our organizational habits. Having an intern would surely help out with my productivity....

Part One: Warm Skin and Quiet Signals
The bedroom was warm and quiet; lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp and the flickering shadows of a candle I'd moved-deliberately-from the bathroom. Her favourite one, lavender and jasmine. I'd changed the sheets, smoothed them down, even folded a towel at the foot of the bed. It wasn't elaborate, but it felt... intentional....

A "polar vortex" settled over Toronto, the snow continued to fall and the streets remained a challenge to anyone besides foolhardy drivers manning all-terrain Hummers and SUVs.
It was Carly Chen's good fortune to know one of those daredevils, but it wasn't by chance that Hal White materialized out of the snowdrifts every morning over the following week as she struggled to the curb while the city dug out. Hal knew his old friend was a creature of habit, almost annoyingly punctual, determined to be first a...

The dry air of the lower dock held a palpable tension as a gentle clunk vibrated through the walls and floor. A single corrupted Baron Slave stood in front of the airlock, his shaggy fur illuminated by flickering white lights, buzzing loudly above his twitching frame. The lower dock was sealed at all entrances, so that the only casualty would be the lone Baron in the event of a trap. This floor of The Renewal had not been renovated by Darkpaw and still stood in its ancient ways, untouched for the last god k...

"Come in and say hi to Mom," Krystal says when we get to her house to drop off her car. "She was really happy to hear that we were back together."
"Okay," I say nervously. "Is your dad home?" I ask.
"No, he's at work still. I won't see him until graduation tomorrow," she says, taking my hand as we walk up to the front door and leads me inside. "Mom!" she calls as we enter the house....

The first night without Aiden was difficult for Kate. She still couldn't believe how reliant on his presence she had become. Maybe it was the fact that it took so long to realise her feelings, but now she was back in her own bed, she was conscious of his absence.
She knew her mother noticed because over dinner, Kate had remained abnormally quiet. She was mentally tracking where in the sky he would be while Will and Lettie occupied the table. While nothing was said, she kept catching her mother's eye, and...

I like to think I'm a good boyfriend. I'm not perfect, not that anyone really is, but I do alright. I'm there to listen to her complain, we cook together, play games together, and fall asleep every night holding each other. And today I get to prove my good boyfriend status even more by sitting next to her and rubbing her back while she throws up....

This story is a work of fiction. There are no connections to real people or events. All characters in this story are age 18 or older.
EXTRA WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE AGAINST INNOCENT PEOPLE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
This chapter contains: BDSM, bondage, whipping, riding crop, punishment, sexual slavery, maledom, oral, deep throat, doggy position, choking, creampie, impregnation, manipulation, sloppy seconds, and rampant misogyny. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED....

More from the pub. Ginny and Angie are divorced, over forty cougars. They met in divorce court when the judge finalized their divorces on the same day over two years ago. Since then they have been chasing life together. Recently, they've shifted their focus from fun to getting laid. They got lucky one Saturday night in the local pub when they connected with a younger man and double teamed him in a nearby hotel room. The details are contained in my story ("Pub Crawl", 7/28/2025)....

This story obviously was inspired by Bread's "Diary."
I smiled and winced as I walked into my kitchen to get a beer after mowing my yard on a beautiful spring day.
My older daughter, Jenny, and her two best friends were squealing and chattering like magpies as they were at the kitchen table doing their nails prior to some important dance that was taking place at the local high school later that night. I winced because when teenaged girls get to squealing, the sound could practically shatter glass....

Writers note: This is a short "story/scene" about how I would deal with an arsehole interfering in my marriage, and yes my wife would tell me about being approached by an arsehole chasing after a married woman.
It is an email sent to an arsehole, there is no sex in this "Story" and as it is an email there is no dialogue, if this idea annoys you, stop here move on or vote 1☆ then move on....

I wrote the story 'A North-South Love Story!' as a fun little experiment, where I wanted to write a story about 2 Indians belonging to different cultures of India: A North Indian boy and a South Indian Tulu girl. As it turns out, you guys loved the story a lot and it ended up becoming the highest rated story among all my works....

Chapter Forty -- Oh So Dreadful Catch-22
"Do you know what Jamie told me while you were busy being mad at me?"
They were lying on Matty's bed, and Rusty was holding him by the shoulders, his hand hanging over and playing from time to time with strands of his hair. While Matty had expected to go straight to sex, it looked like Rusty was more in the mood to talk. Since he had been about to spill the beans, and the perfect timing appeared to have been blown out of the water, he needed to be extra careful...

Dane's Date: Part Three

by kiwibat

Tessy wasn't just performing anymore. She was becoming.  
Her body moved on its own. One hand on her hip. Her chest proudly pushed forward. Her lips stretched into the same vapid smile she'd seen on all the other girls. The other dates. The other bimbos....

At last, a new story by TooTallToFall! To say I have had some writers block is an understatement. Tons of ideas, absolutely no follow-through. This one, setting aside a couple of handfuls that are in the works, was rushed through to completion in a couple of days. I hope that the desperation to actually get something over the finish line does not show in the writing and flow of what should be a quick, easy read....

A few words from the author
From my thirty or so years of sexual activity, I've learned and experienced that as a woman ages her attitude towards sex changes, often very significantly. Possibly that's no more so than in how she views same gender sex. For most, that's been a huge no no, a taboo not to be indulged in for most of their life, but as their sexual experience grows and they overcome the love and sex syndrome many see sex as more of a pastime, so the point of sex and the reason for it changes. I...

"Nervous, Mori?" Kal asked as he, Mori, and Scarlet made their way through the streets of Silvermoon to the offices of Mori's father. Mori had on a green dress that closely matched Kal's shirt but lacked the frills and lace of her dresses at the manor, while Scarlet wore her normal captain's attire.
"My father and I made up, but this is the first time I'm asking him for approval of my... fiancé? Prospective husband? What exactly do I call you in this situation?"...

Wildwood Cinemas! It was a bad day to see a movie.
Eric Crowe was having a rough day at the theater he worked at. A projector had died mid-movie which resorted to him as manager to offer refunds or free passes to an alternate choice. As the youngest manager ever at the Wildwood Ten cinemas, mainly due to some old neighbors owning the place he was a fixture. One of them, the only surviving one, just happened to have stopped in after his warning call over the projector. He was running ragged. She watched h...

I awoke to cold and an alarm clock.
Shifting a bit, I realized I'd leaked milk all over the bed. I guessed that I'd eventually rolled off of Gary after making love, although I had no recollection of that, and now his alarm clock was telling him it was time to get up and go to work. As he rolled out of bed, I rolled to the side, found my bra and pads on the floor, and sat up to put them on, knowing that Sean was probably going to sleep for another couple of hours. I shifted to the side of the bed, away fr...

Home for dinner


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Sara

If there was one thing Sara prided herself on--other than her cum laude thesis and the eighteen months of sleepless nights it had cost her --it was her ability to remain stone-cold in any situation. Calm. Controlled. A master of the unreadable expression, the measured breath, the perfectly timed blink behind her sleek, rectangular, glasses. The kind that hid more than they revealed....

Just part of his dream.
He convinces himself he didn't actually hear a sneeze.
The sun is up, which means he should be too. It was a long, exhausting first day but they made significant progress. The favorable winds lasted into the night, at least as long as he was awake, and showed no signs of slowing down....