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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...

A couple months went by since Lindsey and I had our encounter with John. We went along as if nothing happened really. No dreams that woke me up but our sex life together had changed dramatically. Lindsey couldn't get enough lately. She would start something at a whim. We fucked in every position and every location around our home and I loved everything about this new change....

All characters are at least eighteen years of age. All sexually active characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age.
Cathy and I were walking down the hallway to our last class of high school forever! We have been friends for over ten years. We both turned eighteen at the beginning of our senior year, just three days apart....

I was chilling at my desk in my classroom on a Friday after school. I was cleaning up after a super hectic week. I usually take this time to get everything sorted for the week ahead, so I can kick back and enjoy my weekend. I am not sure how I got to this compulsion, but after 10 years of teaching, it was part of my routine that I couldn't escape from....

She stood before him--bare, but not ashamed. The air kissed her skin in ways his fingers hadn't yet dared to. He remained seated, fully clothed. Crisp shirt. Dark slacks. That maddening calm in his eyes.
Not a single button undone. Not a single movement wasted. He simply watched. And that watching was everything....

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Chapter 9 -- Post Game
Rich leaned down to give her one more kiss. One long, long kiss. He put his hands on her arms and rolled them both over. He lay on his back smiling; his eyes focused on the patterns on the ceiling. She was on her side close to him with her arm across his chest and hand on his forearm. She wrapped her leg under one of his and he could feel her breasts against his side. His heart was beating against her cheek, and she smiled....

In medieval England, women who married nobility, or wealthy influential land-owners, were widely regarded as 'chattels' - taxable items of property belonging to a man of standing or with links to royalty or a position of high command in the King's army. It was a male dominated and, in general, highly misogynistic society where women were afforded little respect, no rights, and no fun....

Ron was spooned against my back, his cock stiff between my cheeks. The sun was high enough that it was quite bright through the open doors, but where I was lying, I couldn't see a clock. I shifted my leg and lifted it a bit. Rom knew what I wanted, and with only a little bit of effort, he moved his erection from my crack to my pussy and rubbed his head against it. I slipped my hand down to gently circle my clit, feeling myself go immediately wet as he prodded his way into me....

That evening, as she lay quietly in bed, Jessie finally found the space to reflect on the events that had happened earlier that day. What happened caught her completely by surprise!
Jessie visited the local bookshop in the afternoon. She wandered among the bookshelves, enjoying reading a few pages of one or two books and breathing in the scent of the freshly printed books. As she leaned against one of the bookcases, she lost her balance slightly and the book she was holding fell from her hands. As she be...

Met him in the parking lot of our favorite strip mall. I got out of my red Ford Explorer and walked toward him. He looked good. Good enough to strip him out of his clothes, drop to my knees and suck his hard cock right there.
I shake my head to get rid of the image. Too late my panties are already soaked. He always had this effect on me....

The group reconvened for dinner, and spirits were high. Dara's sisters all crowded around her, wanting details as to how her session went. When Dara revealed that Talia was involved as well, the three siblings were overjoyed. They pulled Talia into the conversation and the bond between them grew as they chatted happily about how utterly satisfied Dara was with her time with Bess, with Talia's assistance....

I hadn't talked to her since college. We had been friends since the first day of college since we lived on the same dorm floor freshman year. Nothing ever happened between us while at college, despite being friends for the entire four years. I definitely found her attractive but never pursued her.
We drifted apart after college as we went our separate ways. She got back in touch with through a mutual friend on Facebook and now we were meeting up for dinner to catch up....

I was sitting at my desk when I heard a knock at my door. How strange I thought, my flatmates usually just walk straight in. I opened the door and to my surprise you were standing there. Dressed in tight clothes, deliberately revealing your body to me. I couldn't lie, I had been waiting to get my hands all over it. "Olivia, what are you doing here?" I say with a surprised expression....

We had just got in to my bed when you positioned myself behind me, your crotch slightly grinding against my ass. You start cuddling me and talking softly about what we were going to do and how I didn't have to be nervous. You rubbed my hands up and down my body and gently kissed my neck and cheek while you did so. Eventually you turned my face towards you and leant in for a kiss. Our lips touch delicately and slowly, you could tell I was still nervous. You rested your hand on my cheek while you kissed me be...

Christine's Busy Day

I recently replied to a forum post saying how I fantasise that when I see a hot man out and about, I smile at him and we get talking. He fancies me and gets a huge hard-on and I have to give him a hand job! I thought I would try and turn that fantasy into a not too serious story! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :0)...

The apartment was quiet when Ryan stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a heavy sigh. Keys in the bowl, bag dropped without a second thought. His whole body moved like it was carrying the weight of the day. Shoulders tense. Shirt half untucked. Tie loosened. Drained. He didn't even bother with his shoes. Just raked a hand through his hair, sighing into the stillness of their home--...

At home while she changed into comfortable clothes, he put together a taco salad for them both! It was his night to cook. She was relieved because today had really taken it out of her!
Over dinner, he said, "So how was today?"
"It was great! You were very clever with the bullet!" She exclaimed....

The encounters for Lily in Carriage 4 continues. This time, things take a twist.
The train hummed beneath me like a low purr.
Carriage 4 was empty, as usual, save for a student asleep three rows down and the faint reflection of my silhouette in the window beside me.
I looked at my reflection, I looked tired from another day at work, but something stirred inside me as I felt tonight might be another journey of interest....