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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....

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....

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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....

Two weeks since Matt and I had our night with Sally, and we were both itching to have a new experience. Despite loving Sally, she was overseas for the next six or so weeks. She did mention that she wanted another night with us, which was nice, I guess.
Matt asked me last night if he could find a new third. Which I turned down. I didn't tell him, but the idea of him looking for another woman was a bit too much for me. If that sounds hypocritical, that's because my pride is a factor here....

The bar was crowded, as was expected on a Friday night. Leslie grabbed my hand and guided me to the back, where, miraculously, there was an empty table with four chairs. The table was full of empty bottles and half drank cocktails. I waved to the waiter, signaling to the mess on the table, and he hurried towards us, with a platter under his arm....

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 ...

The Surrogate Part 2
(I had not intended to extend this story; however, I have had almost 19,000 readers, and I find this gratifying. I have four stories published on Literotica, which were done for fun and practice. The stories are currently ranked between 4.3 and 4.5. We will just see how far this story goes. With some encouragement, maybe a 5.0?)...

All you read here is true and accurate. Effectively you are reading a diary of our days together and our sexual activities. Only our names are different and those of our friends.
Wednesday
We woke early that morning both feeling fairly fresh. We said our good mornings and kissed. We were lying facing each other, not a great deal being said, but I had woken with a good stiff on. "You need me to get rid of that do you?" Sharon asked....

Author Note - This is my first story I published. There are probably typos. If it gets enough interest, I'll take the time to proof read the other chapters this woman, and other women I have written about. Let me know if you want more.
Just another tournament weekend. Playing well on Saturday, our team had a later game on Sunday. I was down eating breakfast in the lobby. Fresh from my morning shower, I was just wearing some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Some of the girls from our team were down there ...

I pulled out a strand of hair tangled in the hairband and dropped it on the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror and slowly started to take off my clothes. As always, I took my time looking at my belly, my flat butt, my thighs--looking at everything I didn't like about myself.
I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up. When the steam rose over the shower curtain, I stepped in. The scalding water made my hair stand on end and gave me a moment of pleasure....

Office Negotiations
I was going to be in your neck of the woods, for business, for a few days, and although my first instinct had been to call and tell you that I was coming, I decided not to. I was thinking that the element of surprise would work much better to my advantage for what I had in mind....

The Photo Shop by Candyman666©
All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over. Please don't be afraid to let me know what you think of my stories. This story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or localities is entirely coincidental....

It's been a long break but I felt the need to come back to this storyline. This is longer than previous chapters, still plenty of action but more character building.
Hope you enjoy it. Please leave comments if you have feedback and give it a ranking. Thanks to TheMediocreGatsby for reviewing.
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Home School Tests
by OKMAC
FORWARD:
We were desperate to rescue our son from drug abuse and subsequently devastated because he was murdered.
We realized that our efforts should have started before he joined his school mates in seeking excitement and comradery by alcohol and drug abuse.
The purpose of this drama is to suggest what parents might consider for helping a teen find confidence to choose a healthful and satisfying sex life without the dangerous risks of alcohol, illicit drug use, and...

I woke cocooned, not just in tangled sheets, but in a lingering cloud of sweat, sex, and the skin-warmed, almost edible scent of vanilla. It was the perfume of Ashley, imprinted on me, in me. Pale gold light, soft and forgiving, seeped around the edges of the blackout curtains, painting lazy stripes across the ceiling. Ashley was still lost to the world beside me, sprawled on her stomach in that way that spoke of utter, unguarded sleep. One arm was a possessive weight draped across my chest, her other tucke...

Two AM is no time to be looking at your phone. But, there was Carol wearing her night clothes. A loose fitting white cotton long sleeve tee shirt and red flannel pajama bottoms. No socks, no bra. She had risen out of bed and was nestled comfortably on her small sectional couch in front of her warm gas lit fireplace. I think this is what they call doom scrolling, her inside voice reminded her, as her thumb rhythmically swiped up the screen of her phone over pictures, short videos, and other random posts of h...

And Chloe Came Too

Lucas had chosen well, the compact two-bedroomed holiday cottage, with its gleaming white walls was set on a low promontory that looked out over the bay. As if the beach was not enough of an attraction, the cottage also had a hot tub and whirlpool, so the three of them could sample a variety of pleasures, the best of them away from prying eyes....

She came dressed for inquiry--if inquiry meant a silent demand to be devoured.
A white blouse, nearly translucent, clung to her skin with a humid weight, plunging low enough to flirt with scandal. No buttons--just loose ties that hung untied, allowing the fabric to part with each breath. The breeze caught it, lifting the edges like a whisper, revealing the teasing swell of her breasts, bare underneath....

The ad was brief and to the point:
"Broken Hearts Breakfast Club - 40-year-olds or older, single, divorced, or widow/widower. Call for location and information". It gave the number in Anchorage, Alaska.
I was stationed at the military base on the east side of town and had a rental truck for the two months I needed to get around and do my job. I had never been to Alaska, and the entire experience thrilled me to no end!...

I wasn't expecting to meet anyone special that night--but then I saw her.
She was standing by the balcony railing, sipping a cocktail while gazing at the city lights. The party had just begun, and most guests hadn't arrived yet; the only ones present besides the two of us were half a dozen couples....