erotica stories and histories

We first met Doctor Robyn in Chapter 16 of the Hanson House series. She also starred in her own sequel.
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"I don't know what to do Doctor," Ruth pouted. "Am I doing the right thing?"
Robyn responded with calm. The nature of her unorthodox therapy sometimes led to a patient having second thoughts....

In the year 2004, Marjorie Etienne was twenty years old and living in Dorchester, Massachusetts. The daughter of deceased Haitian immigrants, Marjorie got pregnant by a white dude and ended up giving up the offspring for adoption. Twenty-one years later, this lady has turned her life around. Marjorie went back to school, earning an MBA from Suffolk University in Boston and working as an account executive for Gatra Auto, one of New England's top car dealers. What does life have in store for this lady?...

The Club
I have been to the Club about 4 times over the past two years. It is usually busy no matter the day or the time. Easy to get to just a short distance off the main highway. Plenty of free parking but this night was crowded. It was about 9pm. You have to a step down to get in and pay $10 cover to the door girl. As you enter there's a long, fully stocked bar that runs to the left and right. Staffed by two well endowed bartenders. One was wearing a bikini top that barely covered her nipples. The oth...

"Do you still want to watch a movie?" Ana asked me as we cleaned up dishes from dinner.
"Can I watch it with you guys?" Amalia asked from the table, her head still buried in her phone.
"Of course," Ana answered.
I narrowed my eyes to look at Amalia as I dried a plate.
"What movie?" Amalia asked...

We need to get out of here I thought. We cannot risk getting caught doing what we are doing. But I also want him to carry on. I want him to pull me up from the bench, bend me over the table and take me, HARD!! I want him to wrap his hand around my ponytail and pull my head back. I want him to be rough, to leave hand prints on my arse. I want to be able to feel that he has been in me for days. I want to have to shift in my seat every time I sit down....

Chapter 2 -- Too Big
Saturday January 21
Brook's parents had moved into an attractive three-bedroom home across the street from her grandmother's place. Cassidy slept in Brook's room while I was in the next room over. I snuck into Brook's bedroom before her parents had awoken.
I found Brook awake, and she smiled at me. She put her finger over her mouth and pointed to Cassidy, sleeping beside her like a baby. We'd been up late with Brook's cousins and the rest of her relatives. I learned that Brook ...

Chapter 16
I woke up later than usual to find myself in bed alone, scurrying into the bathroom to get myself together this Monday morning. I have an early meeting, and a full day's errands to run.
I find Jill and Ashley sitting side by side at the Island drinking coffee searching for beach rentals. Jill in her short lavender robe draped open, and Ashley dressed in a short sleeve tank top and jeans, ready for school. They both offer up a 'good morning' amidst commenting on the amenities staying focused...

This chapter is longer than most but there are lots of lusty adventures to satisfy your libidinous desires. Please remember to rate and comment. Merci, Petitmort
Paul drove slowly along the tree-covered lane, marveling at the mansions on both sides of the street, each one nestled comfortably in landscaped estates of mature trees and flowering plants....

----Author's Note
Please read 'Having Kya' followed by 'Having Kya - Later That Night' before reading this story.
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The sun streamed through the hotel room window, casting a warm glow across the unmade bed and the rumpled sheets that still held the faint scent of last night's passionate encounter(s). It was the 2nd day for me and Kya. I'm a middle manager at a tech firm and I had planned our time together meticulously, ensuring that there were no overlapping work commitments t...

Two sides of town. Two different worlds. A football pitch between them. Sophie Crawford's got everything. Except what she really needs.
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The football pitch sat between two halves of Millbridge. Like a DMZ. South side: posh farmhouses. Luxury SUVs on gravel drives. North side: Heathfield Estate. Grey towers. Boarded shopfronts with peeling signs....

The toga party was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of cheap booze and sweat. Sean leaned against the wall, his muscular frame draped in a white sheet that did little to conceal his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Elizabeth, who stood by the punch bowl, her own toga clinging to her curves in a way that made every guy in the room wish they'd paid more attention to her in high school....

I remember having a terrible headache from the smoke and alcohol the night before. I vaguely remember having sex with the guy in bed with me and when I got up to pee that morning.
It had been an interesting Sunday night about 12 hours prior to my awakening. I drove myself, alone, to one of the popular bars on Sunday night. I put on my sexiest dress. It was tight fitting and came down almost to my knees. I put on my strappy high heels and lots of perfume. I wanted a man that evening and was hoping my atti...

Returning home from a long day at work, Emory opened the door to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend Cooper to find music playing. It was out of the ordinary for Cooper to be home before she was, though she was late herself this evening. Walking past the living room she saw Cooper sitting on the couch reading a book. She stopped at the side of the living room doorway without announcing her presence....

After checking into my room from working out of town, I opened my iPad and entered my favorite Literotica chat room.
I saw an interesting profile and sent a friendly request "your profile page is quite unique, I too grew up on around a farm... I'm intrigued and would love to chat if available"
Almost immediately I received a response from an English gal replying with, "Sure, share a fantasy... let's play". She then quickly transitioned into a roll-playing scenario....

Jenny rises on shaking legs and straightens her back, wincing as her joints pop from disuse. They must have been playing the game for a while in the same seated position, as some of her limbs ache from remaining so sedentary. She wobbles over to Lexi, cautiously glancing at the group as she rounds the circle of drunk and high college kids, but nobody bats an eye at her movements. They must be used to everyone sneaking off to fuck, and this is no different....

Noah woke to the sound of Mike snoring. It made his chest tighten with dread. Rachel shifted in his arms, the two nestled closely on the couch. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he did remember what happened before. Part of him hoped it hadn't happened, that it was all simply a dream. Noah peered through Rachel's bedroom door and saw Mike sprawled out on her bed, fully nude....

"Excuse me Miss. Could you help me find the VIP Suite?
Jessica stopped vacuuming and looked up at the ruggedly handsome man. She straightened her maid unform. "Sir, that's on the third floor. But the elevator is broken so I'll escort you up the stairs."
"Call me Chad."
"Yes Sir. Follow me Mr. Chad. We're required to escort all VIP guests."...

Thomas Dean: Presentation
Staring up at the dazzling spires of Mugglin Manor's great house, strangely I felt assured that I was home. Returned here naked, one among a dozen naked females, heads shorn, hands secured behind their backs, shipped from the Institute to labor in the fields of the Manor. I'd say I was nothing special, just another slave with the right to obey. Except, unlike the others with stubble topped scalps, I managed to keep collar length hair. I smirked, "everything's for sale at the rig...

This is part 63 of my continuing story.
I suggest reading Pt. 61 - No Rest for The Weary and Pt. 62 - Mixing Business and Fun! before you get started on this chapter.
All my characters are well over the age of consent.
This is fictional work. Fiction means made up. I am a storyteller.
Any mistakes are mine as I create and edit my own work. Please forgive my typos....

Nora managed to get to college on a soccer scholarship. Her athleticism had always been a strong point of hers. Academics, however, is another story. She knew she would need a friend to help her with her studies. She noticed she had a lot of the same classes with a guy named Joel. She made a point to sit next to him regularly and chat with him about class....

Comments are appreciated.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. Of course, if your name is Kyle, please feel free to pretend this is about you.
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Although I had been on this trail many times, I looked forward to getting out and hiking. I was meeting up with a few mates early. There were several cars in the closest car park for the Cheddar Gorge cliff-top walk. It was not a long hike, about three miles. Some of the trail paths were steep and rocky. I wasn't surprised that it was a popular destination on this warm spring day....

YOGA CLASS SEDUCTION
Chapter 1 -- Heat in the Hips
"You want to order a drink, or are you going to just sit there all night looking like a brooding Calvin Klein ad?"
The female bartender's voice sliced through the haze like a yoga instructor snapping a rubber band of awareness around his head....

Nathaniel walked in the semi-darkness through the busy downtown. Cars passed him but he didn't take much notice. Late night stores with their neon "open" signs in their windows lit the wet sidewalk as he passed the other homeless, tweakers and prostitutes. They knew better than to ask him for money, though, because he didn't have any....

**Author's Note.**
Alright, Cambridge local here with a bit of naughtiness about what happens when the clever clogs let their hair down. Brains are dead sexy, boots are even better, and sometimes the best research happens after the library shuts. Enjoy!
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Prologue
Daytime, Cambridge is all about Nobel prizes and pissing about on punts. After dark? Let's just say there's a reason those college rooms have walls thicker than your nan's Christmas pudding. This ain't the Cambridge they show the tou...

Staying friends is a real pain in the ass.
That thought had been echoing in Nikki's head over the past couple months, and it had only gotten louder throughout the night. Lots of couples tried to do it, most of them failed, and the more she'd thought about it, the luckier those failures looked. Of course, driving her ex-boyfriend and a van full of drunk guys around the city on a stag night for the last five hours hadn't helped her perspective on the subject either....

Her name was Marta, she said, originally from Croatia. We are regulars at a Tai Chi class at a local park in Raleigh-Durham. Nice park, just down the block from my townhouse. I started about 6 months ago to improve my balance and flexibility, and to find a form of moving meditation. I don't do well sitting still. So, Marta. She has a light brown ponytail, fair skinned, petite, about 5'3", blue green eyes. Very slender, legs just a touch on the skinny side. Butt likewise very cute but verging on tiny. Today ...

When Friday (the day of the party) inevitably rolls around, Jenny is not in the mood.
She wakes up with a splitting headache, courtesy of the previous night's study session. She stayed up into the wee hours of the night, cramming instead of getting her "beauty sleep." She's sure she'll never hear the end of it from Lexi....

I'm not a whore.
I'm not a whore.
I'm not a hooker.
I kept telling myself that, but the reality was, maybe I was in a way. I saw myself as more of a slut that dated, a lot. I liked sex and I liked to have a lot of variety. I'd had a few longer term relationships, but to that point, none of them had been willing to accept my more adventurous side. I lived alone, so I could come and go as I pleased without questions. The looks I got from the old neighbor lady when I got home in the morning after a ni...

Maria closed her eyes. She was doing it again. Crushing on her roommate. Her roommate who was probably going to be engaged soon. It was beyond awkward thinking about that. She needed to masturbate badly.
Maria and Priscilla had met the summer after they'd both graduated high school. They'd both been hanging out at the beach playing pickup beach volleyball. Both on the tall side of normal, around 5 foot 9 within a quarter of an inch of each other. Athletic, and nicely put together with C cup breasts and a...