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The summer sun filtered through the dense Seattle clouds, casting a warm glow over the streets, but it's warmth failed to reach me. As I walked along the sidewalk, each step seemed to serve as a reminder of the life I once had as I passed restuarants and shops frequented by me and my ex-wife, Sarah.
Reaching my destination, I glanced at the massage studio's sign, which read "Healing Touch." The name promised something I wasn't sure I would be able to find any time soon. I hadn't for over nine months now ...

Some backstory about us. Josie and I have been married for 24 years.
Sex is what first attracted us to one another and we haven't slowed down throughout our marriage. We've had sex in every position and in 42 states. She was born in Hawaii and we honeymooned there so that one was gotten out of the way early. It's those northwestern states that are tough....

Valentine's Day is for lovers, or so they say. Personally, I beg to differ. It's been five days since that crazy night when my husband and I planned a date night to celebrate the lovers' holiday at a romantic getaway. When the special day arrived, we immediately left after work and drove to our destination....

My eyes slowly opened, sunlight streaming through the blinds. I gathered my bearings, waking up in Anna's room and glancing around to find myself alone in her bed. I reached down to the ground to grab my phone and check the time. 7:30 am.
"Oh good, you're awake," Anna's melodious voice filled my ears, an involuntary smile forming on my lips at the sound of my girlfriend entering the room. I lifted my neck to face her, and just like every time I'd laid eyes on her, I was taken in by her beauty....

Tuesday, April 22
"So basically what you're telling me is you guys aren't having sex anymore," Giselle said around a bite of Cobb salad, head tilted forward and a conspiratorial look on her face. She looked every bit the professional in her black pencil skirt, bright red silk top, and black heels. When she walked the halls of their office, most men and quite a few women could not help admiring her lean but curvy physique, including her sizable breasts and peach of an ass. Her makeup was perfect, with cat...

The second area of research that Harry wanted to engage in as a direct result of the Paul incident was to investigate the world of very large cocks. Paul's penis was at least twelve inches long and was thicker than Harry's wrist. How much of an outlier was Paul's cock, Harry wanted to know, and what did it mean for anyone, a woman or a man, to have to deal with such a cock. We browsed the Internet and searched for "Very large dicks" and came across websites that specialized in that category. And right there...

The fertile Omega moaned beneath him, his massive form shadowing over her flushed skin as he stood over his petite colleague. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her brain while her nails raked down his muscular back. She could feel his knot beginning to swell, stretching her further as it worked to lock them together....

I wasn't surprised when Sandra invited me over for "dinner." I'd spotted her and her friend on the treadmills looking my way while I was doing squats. They laughed and pretended they weren't checking me out. I caught her eye a couple more times before she finally worked up the nerve to come over, blushing like a new bride....

I was a hard man. The name I used was Michael, but it may have been Ebenezer just as easily. My attack up the corporate ladder had left a long string of bodies and broken individuals in its wake.
I was driven by power, money, and position. There was pleasure for me in the pain and suffering I caused others. When the mirror gave its reflection, the suit was tailored, the hair neatly groomed, and all aspects of my appearance spoke power. Every thought was calculated for the next conquest. Women were a toy,...

"You're such a good boy, aren't you, Tom?" cooed a sweet voice, thick with the promise of something more.
Tom felt a warm breath tickle the side of his neck as a delicate hand traced a line from his shoulder to his chest. He looked up into the sparkling blue eyes of the woman who owned his heart--and, at the moment, his body. Her blonde hair cascaded down in gentle waves, framing a face that could make even the most stoic of men melt. She was a vision of beauty, a contradiction of softness and power that...

I was roused from a deep sleep by the sensation of a tongue slowly moving up the length of my cock and then around and around its head. As I slowly opened my eyes in the pre-dawn twilight, I could discern the outline of a naked woman kneeling over me, working slowly and deliberately with her mouth. A dim glow from the window filtered through her auburn hair and provided just enough light to see the silhouette of her small round tits and erect nipples moving up and down as she started to suck my cock rhythmi...

I had a nice workout at the gym yesterday evening with Robert. He spots for me in the free weights area. Sometimes we finish before Gene (my husband of 43 years) is done with his workouts and we have coffee at the cafe in the gym. I could tell he really liked me. He is 45 years old and never married. I also found that I was wearing sexier and sexier gym tops to show off my boobs and that always seemed to catch his attention....

I wrote Locked Out originally as a stand-alone, but recently, I re-read it and remembered how much I enjoyed writing it, so I'm making it a series. Hope you all enjoy it.
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Sava felt the warm air hit her body as she entered her apartment's lobby. It was a cold November morning; the overcast sky and light rain made it dreadful to be outside....

It was my birthday. I had asked for a day off at work to celebrate myself. The kids were in school and my wife was in the office. I had gone for my morning run and my body and mind were ready for a good breakfast and a relaxing bath.
I could smell incense from the corridor of the building that intensified as I got closer to my apartment's door. I opened the door of home and a few candles in the corridor threw me off. Had she forgotten them when she went to work? I was full of questions while taking my ru...

Your thigh slides between hers like it's been there before. Like it belongs.
It doesn't.
It shouldn't.
The pulse of the music throbs around the two of you. In this unfamiliar nightclub, in a city neither of you live in.
The air is thick--humid with sweat, perfume, something close to desperation. Bodies pressed close. Lights low and pulsing red like a warning....

She'd said she wanted to be my girlfriend. I thought that was ludicrous!
I was a 52 year old man with MS. Eight years earlier I'd had to quit my job and move in with my family. Soon after that I'd lost the ability to walk, getting around in a power wheelchair. This went on for a few years, my condition slowly worsening but still manageable. A few years after that, a nasty intestinal condition and a bout of influenza took the use of my hands....

I never knew my father growing up.
I realize, upon saying that, just how common a sentiment that is, especially within my generation. I suppose that if anything really sets me apart from others who grew up that way, it was the absolute, impenetrable wall of silence and secrecy regarding my father during my tentative years, and more importantly, how radically my life changed upon meeting him....

I still have no idea why I bought into the harebrained scheme. It probably had more to do with my "go long to get along" personality than an actual desire to get into Mia Carter's g-string.
Which is the reason the other three guys were interested in the proposition of joining Mia at her family's palatial cottage up in Muskoka that late August weekend before classes resumed a week later back in Toronto....

*All characters are fictional. This is the second work in what I plan on turning into a series of the same characters. I have taken feedback and hope this story shows improvement as I look to excite you and improve on the mistakes of the first. As always any feedback is greatly appreciated and I want to thank you all that wish to take this journey of literature....

DISCLAIMER: All characters engaged in sexual situations are at least 18 years old.
I'm a recluse. I hate being around others with their inane chatter assaulting my ears. I have tried my best to get away from the rest of mankind and to a certain extent, I have succeeded.
Oh, by the way, my name is Colin Smythe. I am thirty-three years old and live inside a mountain, exactly where isn't important to my story. I have a blazing red head of hair and blue eyes. I am five foot seven in my stocking feet and w...

Years ago I had been hypnotised. Like others, I had sworn that nobody could hypnotise me, but I was so wrong. It had been a strange experience, but I had always remembered the feeling of being detached from the decision making, but happy about the decisions I made. The hypnotist had said that I was the perfect subject to hypnotise, as he could send me under very easily and very deeply. He said that he could not make me do anything I really didn't want to, but he could encourage me to try new things. He didn...

"I have come to best you in mortal combat!" I bellow before your admittedly humble forest dwelling.
I await your response.
I frown, still awaiting.
"Witch, I have come for your head! The Baron demands it, and my honor obeys!" I raise the intensity of my cry, scanning for signs of movement within....

Jonathan and I had been friends since childhood. I was the sensible one, I had a proper job, a smart haircut and a wonderful loving partner, Alice. Alice and I had been together nearly 10 years and had a pretty great suburban life. Jonathan on the other hand had always been the wilder one leading me intro adventures and sometimes trouble. He'd drifted from job to job and never seemed to want to settle down with anyone while I loved my stable relationship. In many ways, he was my escape and I think I was his...

Glass Bowl Surgeon
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This short story is submitted for the 2025 On the Job story event. Please be aware it features one unpleasant scene.
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"I can't take care of him until you operate, Anthony."
"He's too sick to operate on. I need you to stabilize him first."
"He'll die if you don't take him to the OR right away!"...

This is my entry for the On The Job Challenge 2025. I would love a vote and a comment.
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This may be based upon a very possibly true story.
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"If you teach me to bartend, I'll show you my tits."
Unlike most quirky little workplace traditions, I know exactly when this one began.
"Can I be cut early tonight?" Jenny asked Jon, the assistant manager. "I have one table left. They have their check and I've done my sets."...

***DISCLAIMER***
This story is about two consenting adults engaging in sexual acts in which they both agree to do. These acts are described in explicit detail. Please remember that if you choose to read further.
Also, there are two fantasy sequences the main female character has that have sexual overtones. Please remember they her fantasies she is having....

This story was originally written for the On The Job Challenge 2025 in April 2025.
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Alyssa fished from her purse a nondescript plastic badge. She swiped it against the black scanner by the door, feeling that little twinge of irrational tension before the light on it turned green. The door unlocked and she pushed it away to walk inside, just like she had done every day for the past several weeks....

It was Sunday, and unseasonably cold for October in West Palm Beach. Or so I was told. I had only been living here about a month or so. It had been two weeks since I went out on a date with Shane. We crossed paths at my work once since that time but did nothing other than exchange pleasantries and small talk. He was there to watch college football and hang out with Jimmy, but Jimmy spent most of his time either serving drinks or arguing with his girlfriend, Kat, who was also a bartender at our restaurant. K...

SERENA STEELE MONROE


An Ollie and Linda Tale


FLIRTING with the BNWO


© Copyright 2025 by Mary Not Wollstonecraft

NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously--any resemblance to ...

The remaining days flew by, but Lip's mind was preoccupied with Felicia almost exclusively. She had her hooks in him, that much was true. He thought about the first time he laid eyes on her, their first kiss, and how perfect her naked body looked dripping with rain. Her every movement was seared into his memory. Pressing her body into his, resting her arms on his shoulders, the movement of her lips both tangled with his and wrapped around his manhood, every detail wholly and completely etched into his memor...