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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....

This is complete fantasy. None of the characters are real. Hope you enjoy.
An unexpected turn of events took place one summer's eve that I never would've thought would or could happen. It all started one Wednesday night. I woke up startled from a dream. It was a dream about my wife Lindsey, cheating on me with a good friend of mine, John. With me waking in the fashion I did, I woke her as well. She asked what the matter was and I just played it off like I couldn't remember the dream so she could go back ...

Hey all! This is my first prose entry to Literotica, and it's quite a wordy story, approaching novella territory. The build-up is fairly substantial, with things picking up pace only in part 3, but I hope you'd appreciate the attention given to the development of the story and characters.
Fair warning: Part 4 introduces few incidents of rougher BDSM within a consensual, sexual context. All the story is with a dom-sub atmosphere. All characters are over 18 years old....

OK, let's start with a dose of reality. Teachers - ALL teachers - think about their students in sexual terms. Well, OK, so maybe not elementary teachers. Certainly from college on up, teachers fantasize about their students, imagine them naked, go home and masturbate about them. And it's an equal opportunity offense -- women do it just as much as men. I don't mind admitting I've stroked my member more than a few times over the years thinking about this or that hottie....

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The Literotica Annual National Summer Lovin' Contest is the fourth of six special annual Lit contests taking place in 2025. Unlike the monthly contests, the special contests challenge writers to create exciting tales on a theme.
The Summer Lovin' Contest was a theme created by was created by Literotica authors in our Authors' Hangout. The theme is the summer season and all it evokes for you – holiday celebrations, warm weather, and so on. Use your imagination and your fond summer memories ...

Wichita Woman Pt. 02
This is Part 2 of a 3 part story. Please take note of story tags if any of the subject matter is a turn off. Otherwise, enjoy.
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Interstate 35 rolled through the endless prairies and slow rolling hills that made up the Kansas landscape. The cruise control on Sara Beth's little Ford Explorer was comfortably set to 80 mph as she flew past the 18 wheelers on the trucking route up and down the spine of the US....

Wichita Woman Pt. 01
This is the tale of a reader's real-life encounter retold with artistic license.
It is the story of a sexually dissatisfied wife from Wichita, Kansas who engages in an online affair with a man from Texas that eventually turns into a real-world encounter.
This is part 1 of a 3 part story. This first chapter has limited sex scenes as it serves mostly to set the stage for the gratuitous sex littered throughout Parts 2 and 3 (which are complete, so all three parts are being submitt...

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction intended for adults only. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The content contains explicit material and is meant for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.
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Janice and I ambled back to the kitchen to pick up our clothes and to grab another beer. She slipped on her sundress and snagged two cans from the fridge while I stuffed my still-hard cock back into my pants and trailed along behind her through the house. We were both in that post-coital state that brings on permanent smiles and total body relaxation. Call it the afterglow if that helps you understand it. Anyway, we ended up on their back patio looking over their fenced-in backyard. It was shady enough to s...

Let me tell you a secret. I've had a huge crush on you for a while.
Your deep voice. Your dark stubble. Your tall, solid figure, contained in its neat business suit. Your sexy, hairy arms which you show when you roll your sleeves up in summer. Yum. I'm not the only person at the office whose gaze lingers on you. Lots of the women and a couple of the guys too....

"I can't believe you actually talked me into this,"
I said as I bent down to grab more stuff from the car.
"Relax, it'll be fun, I can't imagine you've never been camping before," as you smirk. "This will be good for you, nice clean air, no noise, just the stars, a tent, and me."
I thought to myself, that's one hell of a deal, so we pitched the tent and got everything all set for our weekend. It was a beautiful Saturday, 88 degrees, definitely shorts weather, you happily worked away to get everythi...

I spend a lot of time at the local pub. Too much time but Angie likes to hang out there and the craft beer is terrific.
Angie is my best friend. We met in divorce court when the judge formally ended both our marriages on the same day. We went out to celebrate that afternoon and we've been celebrating together ever since. Angie calls me Ginny. my dad calls me Ginger and my mother calls me Virginia. I'll let you guess which is my birth name....