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David
"You told me this had to end. We both know that you lied. We're on fire." Her voice sounded like it was calling out to me, as if the mountains were the chorus to her one-woman show. The microphone attached to my helmet could never do her alluring song justice.
"You finally learned a new skill, homebody?" I mocked. I could feel her eyes narrow at the back of my head, even though I could not see them. "No, I heard it from an up-and-coming singer and songwriter, Jax the Bard, on social media. Not m...

Chapter 8 of our little story about how Amy and I begun our married life together. I hope you're enjoying it. It's been cathartic writing it. It may seem a little strange and on reflection it seems weird that we got sucked into this whole thing. It's just Amy can get so focussed on what she wants that sometimes you can't see the wood for the trees, and in retrospect we both got carried away by everything....

The unexpected email subject was Academic Study. It popped up on my phone and although it was addressed to me by name I thought it might be spam but I didn't junk it straight away. Later when I had my laptop on I could see the sender's email address was from my old university server so I took the time to read the message....

This was a fun experiment in taking control. I hope you enjoy part 1.
Special Thanks to Artgasim for taking the time to read my last draft of the story and offering helpful suggestions to refine the language and improve readability.
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It's late on a Friday at the university library. No one is around except for you, me, and the increasingly bored person sitting at the circulation desk....

ZEKE UNZIPS MILF'S ZIPPER
I was sitting on the patio of our neighbors, the Hortons, talking with Mrs. Horton, Lisa. I'm Zeke.
"How long are you home for?" she asked.
"Just through today. I came home yesterday and had to sign some papers for my college loan. I'm going back tonight. I have classes tomorrow."...

Mia stood in her boss' office, with white-knuckled hands gripping the edge of his desk, and clinging to her already strained patience.

"You're sending me to Iowa? Iowa? For God's sake, Hal! I said I needed time to think, not miles and miles of nothing to do," she argued.

"You're going," he stated emphatically.

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My wife and I went to a wedding last Fall and it may have changed our sex life forever.
Our close friends from college, both artists in California, decided to get married near family (and us) in the midwest U. S. That was great news for two reasons. First, it meant we could actually afford to go. And second, since the only other friends they invited were art scene people we didn’t know, we could fully cut loose....

You'd first been introduced by your girlfriend sometime during the mid 90's.
They'd been at university together and having graduated, were now sharing a house.
She was blonde, smiley, a nice sense of fun and great legs. She was 'boyfriend-ed' and the four of you would hang out at the girls' house most weekends....

The night had been amazing and the two of us were making out outside her apartment, her back pressed against the door with my hands under her skirt. The Uber driver had nearly thrown us out, we had been so hot and heavy on the way back from the restaurant.
The sexy brunette pulled away. "Wow... I certainly didn't expect this from my childhood friend when you looked me up," she breathed. "You grew up nice, Heath." She ran her slim fingers along one of my biceps through my dress shirt....

All you will read here is true. Only our names have changed to hide our identity.
Thursday
We woke early that morning. Although we lay in bed holding and kissing each other, there was no sex! I had a squash later that morning and I did want to leave my energy on the bed. "So because you have a squash game, I have to go without sex! Is that correct?" Sharon asked....

Some cities never stop. Whether it's noon, midnight or 2AM their streets are always busy, in one way or another, with people going about their business.
Granted, those who occupy the streets at night are usually of a different kind from those that you would find in the day and taking a walk in the small hours of the morning could well mean meeting some very exotic people, nonetheless, some cities are never still, never resting, never quite happy to just be quiet and have a night in....

The morning light filtered in through the blinds in soft slats, catching the faint sheen of sweat still clinging to their bare skin. The air was warm, heavy with the scent of sleep and sex. Autumn lay curled against Ryan, their bodies completely tangled, skin to skin, his arm draped over her waist, his palm resting low on her belly. He was already half hard against the curve of her ass, and when she shifted slightly, she felt him twitch. A low sound rumbled in his chest--half groan, half sigh--and he dipped...

"Ummphh!"
My teeth dig into my bottom lip in an attempt to muffle my groans; I shouldn't be surprised that she sees it less as a cue to follow my lead in discretion and more as a challenge. Her eyes narrow, and though her plump lips are stretched around me, her cheeks pull into a devilish, dick-filled grin. Her tongue expertly snakes out of the seal of her lips, its firm point drawing up my frenulum before swirling over my engorged tip. With the hazel sparkle of her eyes locked onto mine, she takes my le...

Autumn was running late, and it was unraveling her.
"Binder... binder... where the hell did I put--" she muttered, tossing throw pillows across the room like they were personally responsible for her disorganization. "Laptop, charger, heels--God, why can I never find anything when I need it?"
The room was chaos. Papers scattered across the desk. Her blazer flung over the back of a chair. Her work phone buzzed somewhere beneath a pile of laundry. She moved quickly, but her focus kept short-circuiting. M...

Past is Prologue: Following "Original Sin: Cal, Pete & Victoria," please enjoy "Original Sin: Pete fully revealed."
Time passed, considerable time in fact. As I became conscious, I saw that Victoria had fallen on her back and looked asleep, her pussy still inches from Pete's face. Pete too looked gone, his head now lying on Victoria's splayed right inner thigh. Seems we were all pretty well gone. My cock was still semi-hard and happy in Pete's butt, I pulled out to climb up and rest with the two of them ...

You'd think, from the outside, that I had it all. A picturesque house in the countryside, the obligatory Labrador lazing by the fire and a husband who still kissed me on the forehead each night. Our house gets photographed by strangers in Tom's trunks; it has honeysuckle wrapped around the porch, a pan tile roof and the front door is painted in a shade of green with an overly pretentious name. Driftwood Fog, I think, or something equally self-satisfied. Inside it's all natural textures and curated softness;...

Claire grabbed her bag and glanced at her watch. 12:10 p. m. Right on time. She told the receptionist she was heading out for lunch and would be back by 1:10.
As she stepped outside, she noticed a few of her male coworkers watching her. They always did. By now, she was used to it. They all knew she was married, but that never really stopped them from staring....

Once I arrived home from the city on Wednesday night, I couldn't help torturing myself by watching the video of my wife, Casey fucking the building manager at her apartment. I had a raging hard-on and no where to put it.
I was flooded with emotions. I was angry at her for betraying me, afraid for the future, humiliated that I wasn't enough, embarrassed about going to a small soiree that was only an adulterous tryst in disguise and I was in denial that something like this could have happened to me....

"At last, the perfect spot... my own spot!"
24-year-old Sophia Baxter was seeking to unwind and relax after her long and strenuous cross-country cycling routine. Years of hard constant practice had allowed the young woman to calculate and recall most, if not all, of the spots along the trail that allowed for rest and refreshment, particularly those spots that were secluded as Sophia's preferred method of relaxation demanded a particular degree of intimacy....

I was walking home in a blizzard about 9 o'clock on New Year's Eve. I was carrying a bag containing a baguette, six clementines, a bottle of classy red wine, and the finest chocolate I could find. Emily and I had planned a late dinner, a decadent, playful mix of food and sex, of salt, sugar, sweat, saliva, and the salacious hotness of her pussy. The perfect way to ring in the New Year....

PART I -- THE RETURN
"I missed you, baby," Monica murmured as her lips met mine and her tongue slipped inside. We kissed for a moment and were startled by a car horn, accompanied by a man's voice yelling. "Get a room."
I squeezed both of Monica's ass cheeks in response, but then put my suitcase in the car, after which Monica flashed the man a smile and grabbed my crotch....

Chapter 14
She wants so badly to be fucked.
She wants to be taken. She wants his hands pressing firmly on her neck as he rams deep inside her. She wants him pushing her head against the ground as he takes her from behind, spanking her between each animalistic thrust.
She used to want to be adored and loved and cared for, but now, all she can hope for is the pleasure of being used by a man who finds her desirable and beautiful....

The noise levels in the mall were not too bad for a lunch crowd. I was heading home after dropping some network sketches and solutions into my employer's office when I decided to stop at the mall. There is this European style cafe, run by a genuine European family that makes the most delicious coffees. I was sitting outside, "al mallsco" I expect it was, reading a new novel I had just bought, on my Apple smart phone....

Chapter 2: Disappointment with a Beard
I'm a 30-year-old woman, and this story is about the second guy I hooked up with--just one day after my very first ever casual hookup. Yep, I went from one partner to three in two days. 2024 really became my year.
We matched on Tinder in January. He was 29, a redhead with a beard--and I'm a sucker for a good beard. He was average height and build, nothing unusual... except for his cock. It was noticeably smaller than the others I'd seen, and it had a bit of a cur...

Autumn stood in front of the full-length mirror, slipping on a small gold hoop earring as sunlight poured through the window behind her. Her dress fluttered around her thighs, a soft white cotton with tiny lavender flowers scattered across the fabric like someone had brushed them on with a watercolor brush. It was delicate. Feminine. The material clung a little more than she was used to, nipping in at the waist, skimming over her hips, and dipping low enough at the neckline that it made her pause....

Past is Prologue: Following "Original Sin: Cal seduces the Gardener," now please enjoy "Original Sin: Cal, Pete & Victoria."
"Well boys, this is some sight," Victoria sounded exclaimed, genuinely thrilled. "A very exciting surprise to walk in on, and please don't stop, I'll watch if I may. I love hearing Pete talking so dirty to you Cal. Keep going Pete! I know Cal is loving your cock. Load him up!"...

I had heard rumors about it for several years. I had no idea if any of it was true. That is until a good friend of mine told me much more about it. Rick Haver has as cute a little wife as anyone I know. Lisa Haver is 32 with 4 kids. She's about 5' 3" and maybe about 115 lbs. She and Rick have been married about fourteen years, and I am sure he got her virginity....

Preface.
This is my first submission to Literotica and so is probably in need of much improvement, please do leave suggestions on how to improve. And accept as an older English guy, writing about a hot blooded young Irish-American gal some things may seem odd.
For the observant of you, the plot may seem similar to a well known novel; I shall let you know my source at the end of the story....

Zoe was the kind of woman my mother warned me about.
She was the wrong person at the wrong time, but, goddamn was she wild.
Zoe ghosted me after our first date, but I had often thought back on it. Never once did I expect her to resurface in my life, especially because so many things about our first date were odd....

What endeared me "Tammi" -- that's her "stage name", she said... her real name is hard for most Americans to pronounce, so she took on the Americanized version of her Filipino name -- was the fact that she never bullshitted me like the several other "Asian" women did.
She spoke American English -- right along with the slang -- in perfect pitch and rhythm. She was, however, from the Philippines city of Lagos. The city is known for two things: beautiful, charming women of all ages; and fuckers from the tim...