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Starting Over X, Part 2
This is the tenth section of the continuing saga "Starting Over".
In Part I, LTC (Retired) John Jackson had moved to Seattle after being widowed. He ran into some trouble and some decent people (okay, and a few strippers), while working towards getting his private investigator license. That took place between Sep and Dec 2012....

Sitting near the water on a blanket, you by my side,
you push up the bottom of my sundress. Your fingertips slide up my soft, silky thighs. I can't help but eagerly, and involuntarily, spread open my legs wider the closer you get to my already wet and aching pussy. I've been waiting for this.
You chuckle at my need, avoiding my swollen and sensitive depths altogether. I whimper and whine at your teasing and buck and shake my hips to try to coax your traveling fingers back but they've moved on now....

Enigma

By JustJake051
Part Two
Chapter Five
John Titan was stunned and speechless. The beautiful woman in bed with him was a completely different person, a different woman from the one he thought he knew. A floodgate of passion had broken lose in her and Helene was letting everything out. Making love with her was incredible, beyond belief, John thought. Helene was screaming, laughing and feeling for the first time....

Melissa served me again today, at the hardware store.
I needed a single 120mm bolt, a washer, and a nut, just the one set, that was it. The store sells them as a nut-and-bolt with a single stock code, for two bucks forty, and the washer has its own code. Thirty cents, can you believe that? I've got cash, a two dollar coin and a dollar, so the transaction is easy. Thirty cents change, money in the till, her fingers are warm, and Melissa is fucking gorgeous. She really is....

Ronit had been hurt and most recently widowed, and she once cheated on a devoted boyfriend out of boredom with everything in life but him. She determined that avoiding those kinds of offenses offered rock-solid protection from adding future fear and guilt to the fear and guilt already breaking her back....

Birches Resort on East Lake was an upscale yet rustic hotel and event venue located in the Belgrade lakes region of central Maine. It was one of my favorite venues as a wedding photographer. I loved the upscale rustic but still modern setting. Unfortunately the pandemic and the ensuing economic climate brought it to an early end....

Each of these stories is relatively stand alone, but if you entered the series through this chapter, a quick summary for you: Jade, a Master's Anthropology student is determined to explore the full range of human sexuality. She's encountered Elroy, a (slightly) older man, who is happy to help her, beginning with losing her virginity. As usual, should you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, leave me a comment and/or give it a high rating. - ek...

Notes:
This is a role-play fantasy story involving one-to-one consensual sex. There's no blackmailing, BDSM or gang banging, although the sex can get quite firm and spicy at times. It's written by a man to a woman, but I hope that men and women will both relate to it.
It's clearly about two people who know each other, but I have left out any details of their relationship so that readers can interpret it however they wish, and imagine the story is about them....

It's common etiquette to avoid an alpha's gaze unless you know them very well or are encouraging courting. Unfortunately, the latter becomes a huge issue for omegas, as alphas just love to stare. Especially at omegas. They hone in on us, whether on purpose or not, and observe closely.
It's instinctual, if you want to ignore the predatory aspect of it - the strong looking out for the vulnerable. Betas think they understand omegas and what they need, but you can tell it's not natural to them. There's often...

Jimmy had scored tickets to the National Championship. Florida was playing Ohio State. The only issue was the game was in Atlanta. Flights and hotel rooms weren't cheap. Jimmy had asked around but most people he knew had gone to see Florida win the national championship the year before. I knew Jimmy must be desperate if he was willing to let me tag along....

«Reflection»
It was an ordinary party at your colleague's new house. Boring conversations about business, the company you work for, and of course about the new house that your colleague bought recently. The house was still undergoing renovation work, and many rooms were empty. Despite of the fact that the party was informal, the owner of the house insisted on the dress code of the guests: suits for men, evening dresses for women. I chose a long dress in a rich green color with open shoulders, a neckline,...

When Tushar first told Anisha of the plan, she thought it was a joke, but after a while she had to face the fact that he was telling the truth, that he was very serious indeed.
"That's right, Anisha," Nisha told her. "All of us in the club are rich and we can pay as much as we like when we want something special. Each couple tosses a thousand dollars in the pot."...

I had finally moved to my new apartment after a long time of sleeping in the same place I worked. It was messy. Waking up, drinking there, eating there, smoking there... it made my life a bit boring.
I wanted to invite people over -- it's something I love doing -- but the conditions were not appropriate to have guests and really enjoy it....

I was sitting on the grass in the art-school grounds. Hot beads of sweat ran down my tanned, dancer's legs. The sprinklers went off. I was drenched. I squealed with shock, but it felt so good I lay back & let the water cool me down. I felt a shadow & opened my eyes. Standing there was an older man, who offered his hand. Had he been watching me?...

Packing was a bitch. My apartment was half full of items in boxes and half just random items strewn around the room. Even though it was only mid-May, I had decided to move out early. Not only had Courtney got me a job at her restaurant, but she also convinced me to move into her condo. I was tad concerned as I would no longer be living downtown, but all the way out in Palm Beach Gardens. It's not like it was FAR away, but it would still require driving into the city for work and bar hopping....

A Bachelorette's Diversion
This is a continuation of a story called "A Lunch Flirt" which you may want to read to get some of the background.
I stayed in contact with Lisa periodically. When she called me on the phone one morning, she took me by surprise since we had not spoken for about six months. A few suggestive texts were about all I'd gotten from her....

She was enjoying the walk through the grounds, unaccompanied by anyone at all. This was definitely what she called "me time". The sun was beginning to drop, but as it was still the height of summer, it was lovely and warm. She could see a few clouds starting to golden into what would probably be a beautiful sunset later on....

"It was hard for me to imagine you in Marianne's place," Harry said to me when he came back home that night. "I tried, but I couldn't imagine it. Or maybe I was distracted by all the strong images of sex.... It's incredible that all of this was happening under our nose all along, and we never suspected a thing."...

It was Monday morning, and I was dreading going to work. I hadn't spoken to Sean or Anna since Saturday night's "events", and I was expecting to walk in and get punched in the face frankly.
Turning the corner to the back room, I saw Sean setting up his cart of new releases. My heart was pounding out of my chest. He turned to look at me, I couldn't tell what he was thinking....

This is Part 1 of Story # 46 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. It is a sequel to Story #43 ("Oh Canada").
If you want any background on me and how I got here, you can read the very first story I published (Babysitter Lauren) or my author's profile, and go from there. Each of my stories is published in chronological order...

It had been one of those weeks when I just couldn't wait to get home. I had just gotten a text that said my flight was delayed another hour. I was pissed but glad for the notice as I was still hanging out in the lobby of my hotel which was much better than being stuck at the airport. I love New Orleans but not the airport. I decided to order another drink and relax until it was time to go....

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English, grammar and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse....

Dago hated that job. But at times any job was better than nothing. Being a salesman was something he couldn't stand. They picked him up from home at 5 and took him to a different city every day. They foisted on him his briefcase full of catalogs and stationery samples and his nice list of names to visit. He spent his day door after door. Yes, it's true that he sold often, but how cold, and how much time he wasted looking for streets he didn't know....

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"Yes. After the wife is asleep, we can use the guest bedroom. Once she gets to sleep, I can leave her until at least eight o'clock this evening."
"When will you give her the sleeping pill?"
"If you are up for this, I will give it to her right now, and she will be asleep for the day in thirty minutes."...

Writer's note: A more indulgent chapter, and a twist to the usual formula.
The little changing room smells like incense and freshly laundered towels. I take the robe from the hook and slide into it, luxuriating in the soft, cloudlike fabric against my skin. The belt cinches neatly around my waist with a satisfying tug....

***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons or situations is purely coincidental.
AUTHORS NOTE: I had a few other ideas after my first Drop the Towel story using the same theme. I'm not going to make too many stories about this, but maybe a small anthology about it....

I wasn't planning on staying long.
The smell of overcooked burgers and cheap beer hanging in the air, the tinny sound of bad music blaring from someone's battered speaker--it all made me want to roll my eyes and leave.
And then I saw him.
Leaning lazy against the fence, like he owned the place. T-shirt stretched across a chest that looked hard enough to bruise, jeans slung low on his hips, one hand wrapped around a bottle of beer, the other shoved into his pocket like he didn't have a care in the w...

She unties her robe and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a skimpy corset negligee cut very low with black lace and pink highlights, long black stockings and garter clips to micro panties, and very high heels.
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Chapter III: In the City of Angels
Section VII: In Which Autumn Tips Her Hand...

The next day, they met again at the café--earlier than usual. Almost as if neither of them could stay away.
Sophie had dressed differently. Not much, but enough. A tight-fitting black top that clung to the soft curve of her waist, jeans that hugged her hips, and a hint of lace peeking from beneath her neckline when she leaned forward just right. Iain noticed. His eyes dipped once--twice--and she caught him both times, her smirk growing each time....

I laid in my bed staring up at the ceiling. I had been able to fall asleep for maybe two hours before my brain took off like a runaway train once again.
I wondered how Derek was and wondered if he missed me. I wondered where Donnell was and how he was able to cut off ties so easily. I thought about how many good times I had with Courtney. I also thought about how easily she had turned on me - embracing my sexuality one day and then shaming me for it the next. I concluded she was just jealous of all the a...