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Dr. Tiffany Chen was Alex's family doctor. She was a beautiful Asian woman with long, flowing brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was flat-chested, but Alex didn't care. She was gorgeous. Alex always had fantasized about her. From the first appointment with her he was attracted to her. Her pretty face, her sweet, innocent-sounding voice.... everything about her was lovely. He noticed she didn't have a ring on. He couldn't believe a woman like her was single....

I have always had a thing about Sam being in black, black underwear and black dresses. The Whitby Goth festival was a great chance for us to dress up and enjoy ourselves by the sea for a few days. The festival included great food, Goth music and hundreds of people dressed Goth style. We would be there for the whole festival, three days of it at my favourite time of the year, September. Whitby is on the Yorkshire Coast in England and was the setting for Bram Stoker's Dracula....

The sun was sinking down behind the two green islands out in the bay. A red glow suffused the horizon, promising another lovely hot day tomorrow on this beautiful, Greek island. The taverna was on the quay of the village, the check covered tables just feet from the clear blue water of the tiny harbour. A mixture of Greeks and tourists of various nationalities filled the tables, enjoying the view and their aperitives....

This is a continuation of the sex we enjoyed on one of our holidays. D, my husband, and I were both 30 and on holiday in Denia, Spain.
It might help to read the previous parts but it can be read on it's own.
All participants are over 18.
We had just met Lyns parents having looked after her when she was accidentally locked out....

She turned at just the wrong time. She had the most wonderful backside and he had been admiring it, not for the first time, just as she turned. He was annoyed with himself. She was only a couple of feet away and she couldn't miss what he was looking at.
"Oh, I am so sorry. That was so rude of me, please forgive me. I meant you no harm."...

"So, how was your date?"
The voice on the other end of the phone line was my friend Miranda's. She had been one of my closest confidants for at least a decade. She witnessed my last relationship's rise, fall, and adversarial conclusion (of particular offense, my ex kept my dog and entire spice rack). And, as Miranda reminds me with regularity, my protracted dry spell....

I am woken by your hands on my inner thighs and your warm breath on my pussy.
I say, "hey."
You replied, "Hey, I heard you had a bad day. I have been thinking about doing this to you all day."
I replied, 'Mmmmmm. Yeah, I did, Jack.'
Jack pushes my ankles up so my knees bend, then grips my inner thighs to spread my legs. He runs his tongue down the center of my pussy with a fair amount of pressure that makes me arch my back and moan. Then, he places a hand on my stomach and drags it down and off ...

As she looked at herself in the mirror, Robin smiled at what she saw, and what she knew was about to happen. She is currently alone in her hotel room, but soon that wouldn't be the case, as the man she lusted over during her junior and senior year in high school was about to join her. Yes it was ten years later than she originally desired, and now at her 10 year High School Reunion, but the wait is well worth it she thought....

Even a scientist devoted to rational thinking can go a bit crazy with love. That's what happened to me after my first night in bed with Jason. The day after we fucked I conjured up scenarios of eternal love, blissful marriage, and incredible sex. Nevermind that I was three years older in age and ten years older in maturity than him and that he had a long-term girl friend....

I have always had a thing about Sam being in black underwear. We had bought her black silk matching sets, bra, suspender belt, stockings and knickers, a black basque and a black negligee over the past year but Sam had never really had a chance to wear it all. One morning over breakfast she said to me, "Can you buy me this black dress?" She showed me a fantastic black lace dress she had found in a catalogue as well as a black hat and a pair of black lace gloves, "What do you think? They will look great at a ...

THE CASE OF THE DISAPPEARING MINX



Brandi Sashayed in, Lighting Up the Joint Like a Roman Candle



By



Donald Mallord



Copyright January 2024, all rights reserved.



18,150 Words


Jack Slater is my third take on Mike Hammer in this 2025 entry for Literotica's Mike Hammer Event stories. I've enjoyed two other events and the writing projects more than any other Lit event. Quirky, I suppose. However, past contributions were fun as I ...

Stood in the crowd of friends and colleagues he felt like an outsider. Nathan couldn't help feel the uncomfortable alienation of forced corporate socialising, maybe it was a hangover from the lock down years, the isolation yet always on and accessible. Drinks flowed, conversation roared, and the night haze descended. Soon it was late and the family guys were making for the door. Soon it was just James and Nathan nursing drinks and struggling to find topics that felt relevant. James was pretty high up the ma...

The festival was a while ago. The viagra mix up worked out in my favor, making the trip one for the books. After a that I found it hard to face him every day. I was able to get myself a new job as a bartender, working in the AC. It was much better, but that meant never seeing Anna. On the plus side, I have been meeting girls left and right. None of them compare to Anna, looks wise, but beggars can't be choosers....

A quick word from the author.
Perhaps the most significant change for some women as they stagger through their fifties is the need for sexual adventure. That may take one or some of many forms including promiscuity mild and extreme, being attracted to BDSM, such areas as swinging and dogging, group sex and, of course, same gender sex, either in a bisexual or lesbian way, which was an area of sexuality that I found and enjoyed....

Around noon the next day, she received a WhatsApp message. Reni asked Anja to meet her at around 2 p. m. in front of a small boutique in the city centre, not far from the main station. She had often walked past it, but Bimboworld, as the boutique was called, didn't ring a bell; it seemed to be a rather inconspicuous shop. But the opposite was true; she could already see the pink neon sign from the station. She spotted Reni standing in front of the shop window and greeted her warmly....

We were all in attendance at the costume contest to see, among others, Patty and Simon. We hadn't gotten a look at their costumes earlier but were certain they would be good.
At a SciFi con costume contest you see a lot of things. A few original outfits, including a painfully large number based on D&D characters or some other IP you've never heard of. You catch a lot of poor recreations of film and book characters, but these folks are trying, so......

All you read here is true. Our names have changed and maybe some of our conversations. However our physical connection is accurate.
Sunday.
We woke later than normal on Sunday morning due to getting to bed late with Sharon's midnight arrival at the airport on Saturday. Sharon woke first and woke me by getting close up behind me. Her left hand was playing with my chest and stomach. Sharon had said a few days earlier she would like to wake me up by giving me a blow job. Should I let her think I'm asleep...

After a day spent at Carowinds outside Charlotte, Susan and I were in the car for our 2 hour drive home. We had a lot of fun at the amusement park and of course we stole a few gropes here and there. susan had even flashed me her breasts a time or two.
Once on the interstate, I had my hand resting on her inner thigh stroking it softly up to the hem of her short shorts. I glanced over at her and said, "why don't you take off your shorts and panties? It would make my job a whole lot easier."...

From the first time I laid eyes on Nikki, I wanted her. She was a stunner (and still is). Everything about her drew me like a magnet or more accurately, like a moth to a flane. Just her scent as she passed would cause my cock to stir.
Nikki is about 5'7", slender with beautiful long black hair. As I later discovered, she is a lot Cherokee. She has what the French describe as perfect breasts-perky and each would fill a champagne glass perfectly. As if that wasn't enough, her back view is even better. That...

Background (Who's writing this Drivel?)
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To set the foundation for this collection of inappropriate adventures, it seems like a little background might be in order. The background story here covers the ages of eighteen through twenty-five, and sets up some stories of my late twenties that will follow as separate stories. I was a college professor during that time and I managed to get myself into trouble,...

I'm Ryan, and here is a story from years ago that I still think about. It was back when I was 21 and in the Navy. I was in great shape. I loved to run and lift weights, not because I was one of those stuck-up jock types but because I felt good and I knew being muscular and toned, it gave me confidence around women....

How we write.
Bill:
It was just after dinner when Mary said that we really needed to get writing on the story that we were working on, reminding me that our publisher's deadline was fast approaching. She told me to prepare our writing space while she took care of a few things. She gave me a heated kiss before scampering off to the bedroom....

Jin had apparently taken an organic chemistry class with me three years earlier. I was embarrassed to confess that I had no recollection of it, but she seemed to not be bothered by my faulty memory. It was, after all, a class of nearly three hundred students that met for three lectures per week, for ten weeks. I did recognize her name from the class roster, but she herself was all-in-all forgettable. Yet there we sat, in my living room, reminiscing about something I couldn't fully remember. The only reason ...

The brush moved in slow, uncertain strokes, dragging pale gold across the canvas -- a fading sun slipping behind unfinished hills. Autumn sat cross-legged on the floor of her apartment, surrounded by half-used tubes of paint, a cold mug of tea, and a silence that felt louder than it should.
It had been a week....

I have always had a passion for art. I did very well in Graphic Design at both school and university, where I gained first class honours. So when a position at one of the most prestigious schools was advertised, I jumped at the opportunity to secure the place.
On the morning of the interview, the first person I met was the groundsman. I asked for directions and he accompanied me to the headmistress office. He seemed to be a nice guy. A nice build and one of the best asses I've seen on a man. As he walked...

"Welcome to another episode of 'My Secret Past'. I'm Mellisa Anderson. Tonight's tale comes to us from Levi. It seems a party at the lake turned into a rare chance to take a friendship to the next level, right in front of everyone. I can't wait to hear this, Levi."
"Thanks for giving me the opportunity to tell the biggest secret of my life."...

Unwind Chapter One: The Lingering Touch of Morning
Curran stood at the back door, coffee warming his hand, only the soft spill of the waterfall into the pond stirred the morning's quiet stillness. He wore his favourite robe - deep navy silk, loose and open - and nothing beneath. His skin was smooth, freshly shaved that morning - a quiet ritual that left him bare, clean, and aware of every breath. The soft weight between his thighs gleamed with a subtle sheen, catching the shifting light....

We married young, my wife and I. I was twenty, she was nineteen. She wasn't a virgin on our marriage bed, but she said I was her third, and I believed her. The year was 1968 when, first, we got married and, second, I got drafted. We knew each other for less than six months before we moved from the Midwest to Colorado, where we lived together for another two months before grabbing a couple of friends, walking down to City Hall, finding a judge, and getting married. We were, you see, young, stupid, and in lov...

Chapter 80
On Sunday, I woke up untouched. When I got up and went to the kitchen, Jenna said, "Good. You're up. We're out of milk." She waved me over to her, grabbed me when I came over and aimed me at her coffee cup as she jerked me off. As I began moaning, she told me, "Jennifer and I took the next couple days off and we're going to go camping."...

The videos Avery sent don't completely calm his nerves, as they aren't inherently soothing. But they'll do as distractions. He feels a bit guilty using Avery's private life as a simple distraction, but then again, is that not always what they use each other for?
The first video is clearly taken after a shower. Her blonde hair is still damp, small ringlets fall around her sun-kissed skin, as she grins as she picks up the camera, letting it pan around her glistening naked body. The video is almost cute, co...