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Rye is a quintessentially English town on the south east coast of the country. Cobblestones, taken from the chalk cliffs a little further up the coast, line the wiggly streets which wend their way up and down the hill on which the town is situated. It is on the far southern edge of the mystical Romney Marsh, the flat sheep-rearing countryside with a long history of smugglers and pirates. The river is tidal in Rye, all the way to the town quay, and sea mist regularly rolls in and engulfs the town in autumn; ...

All people are over 18 in this story.
"Bend your fucking knees Dave, lower a bit. I need your cock lower so I can push it in her ass, or I need a longer cock."
I heard Sue saying as I was fully occupied with two cocks in my mouth, two more in cunt and one in my ass waiting for Sue to push another one in my ass....

She's my Room Mate's Girl
Introduction
This is my first upload for a long time and I decided to do something different with this one. It has a more light of tone and plenty of humour. Part 1 in particular is more about sexual tension and heavy flirting than it is about sex. But Part 2 is already almost finished and will follow soon....

The ringing of my phone startled me from my sleep. The clock showed 1238pm. That couldn't be right. I reached over what appeared to be an empty bottle of vodka and grabbed my phone.
The bad news was my phone confirmed it was indeed 1238pm. The good news is the call I missed was from Courtney - the bartender I had met the night before. I decided I'd give her a call once I gathered my bearings....

'Am I a horrible person if I say that I am glad he's dead?' Isla looks at her friends guiltily.
'Of course not,' Fiona responds immediately, and Sarah, Helen and Betty nod in agreement. They all know what she means. Fred was ill, a slow deterioration process, with the "bonus" of Alzheimer's in the final stages of his illness, which meant that he often did not even recognise her. It had been an ordeal, and Isla had done her utmost to make the last part as pleasant as possible for her husband, but it had t...

The lingering warmth and taste of him in my mouth, on my lips and tongue, ignited a fierce, almost desperate boldness. A tremor ran through my hands as I reached for him, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. A surge of heat, almost dizzying, made my vision swim for a moment. For the first time in days, a defiant smile stretched my lip. I stood, water cascading down my back, and pulled Dylan into a deep, possessive kiss, my hands tangling in his wet hair. A relentless, throbbing ache consu...

Gratefully I sink into my seat.  It is going to be a very long flight. NEWARK, my boarding pass says, but it's just another destination at the end of yet another flight.
I usually prefer to sit on the aisle but none of those seats are available and I feel lucky to even get a window.  True, it's in the very last row of the plane, but at least I don't have to endure the three hours sandwiched into a middle seat between an ex-pro football player and a mother with a screaming infant.  And with any luck the m...

"You sure you're in the right place buddy?"
(Hey look! We're developing a theme! Cool.)
Okay, given where I was and what I was immediately doing, it's a fair question. One does not usually see someone with an old-school leather notebook (A gift to myself a long time ago after getting my first novel published.), scribbling away while the room around him pulses with music and laughter....

"You're hilarious," Angela said, leaning over the chain-metal fence near the city trail.
"Thanks. It's been fun bantering with you, too." Angela had stopped jogging long enough to see what I was up to in the grass on my side of the fence. We ended up bantering for at least ten minutes as we traded jokes and observations about the people on the trail. Initially, when I heard her behind me, I was sure she was talking to someone else. Once the weather warmed up, I often saw her around. We had exchanged supe...

Erin came into the study to say good bye. She was heading to trivia night with her friends. I did not like trivia all that much and did not care to go. Besides, it was a chance for her to visit with her friends from work outside of the job more than anything, girls night out in other words.
Dam my wife always looked good. Asking a mental question to myself about her, I wondered if she was wearing panties. I would check when she got home. Complimenting her at the same time, we kissed before she left. I al...

It was Sunday and it was the first Sunday I wasn't scheduled to work since I moved to West Palm from Virginia. To be honest, work was wearing me down. The hours were long, the tips weren't great, and I was growing tired of Jimmy teasing me about having fucked two of his friends in the span of two weeks. I needed a new job. I needed new "friends." My 25th birthday was coming up in less than a month and I had absolutely no one to spend it with. Hell, I couldn't even find someone to go watch the Redskins game ...

I was awoken from a deep sleep by the beeping coming from my phone's alarm. After turning it off, I got out of bed and headed to the shower. It had been a rough Memorial Day weekend, and not in the good way.
Friday had started off well as I spent the late morning fucking Kate Hamilton in front of her husband. That sealed an agreement between the three of us in which I would have sex with her after I cleaned their pool....

That sexy brunette entered the lobby from the cold outdoors, her soft hair falling past her shoulders and down to her hips. She wore a wonderful white shirt with a low cut neck, where I could see the top half of those delicious breasts. My dick grew hard at the sight.
But after I admired her sweet body, I was astonished to see that she was crying. Tears ran down her face, and she tried to wipe them away....

The summer sun filtered through the dense Seattle clouds, casting a warm glow over the streets, but it's warmth failed to reach me. As I walked along the sidewalk, each step seemed to serve as a reminder of the life I once had as I passed restuarants and shops frequented by me and my ex-wife, Sarah.
Reaching my destination, I glanced at the massage studio's sign, which read "Healing Touch." The name promised something I wasn't sure I would be able to find any time soon. I hadn't for over nine months now ...

Some backstory about us. Josie and I have been married for 24 years.
Sex is what first attracted us to one another and we haven't slowed down throughout our marriage. We've had sex in every position and in 42 states. She was born in Hawaii and we honeymooned there so that one was gotten out of the way early. It's those northwestern states that are tough....

Valentine's Day is for lovers, or so they say. Personally, I beg to differ. It's been five days since that crazy night when my husband and I planned a date night to celebrate the lovers' holiday at a romantic getaway. When the special day arrived, we immediately left after work and drove to our destination....

My eyes slowly opened, sunlight streaming through the blinds. I gathered my bearings, waking up in Anna's room and glancing around to find myself alone in her bed. I reached down to the ground to grab my phone and check the time. 7:30 am.
"Oh good, you're awake," Anna's melodious voice filled my ears, an involuntary smile forming on my lips at the sound of my girlfriend entering the room. I lifted my neck to face her, and just like every time I'd laid eyes on her, I was taken in by her beauty....

Tuesday, April 22
"So basically what you're telling me is you guys aren't having sex anymore," Giselle said around a bite of Cobb salad, head tilted forward and a conspiratorial look on her face. She looked every bit the professional in her black pencil skirt, bright red silk top, and black heels. When she walked the halls of their office, most men and quite a few women could not help admiring her lean but curvy physique, including her sizable breasts and peach of an ass. Her makeup was perfect, with cat...

The second area of research that Harry wanted to engage in as a direct result of the Paul incident was to investigate the world of very large cocks. Paul's penis was at least twelve inches long and was thicker than Harry's wrist. How much of an outlier was Paul's cock, Harry wanted to know, and what did it mean for anyone, a woman or a man, to have to deal with such a cock. We browsed the Internet and searched for "Very large dicks" and came across websites that specialized in that category. And right there...

The fertile Omega moaned beneath him, his massive form shadowing over her flushed skin as he stood over his petite colleague. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her brain while her nails raked down his muscular back. She could feel his knot beginning to swell, stretching her further as it worked to lock them together....

I wasn't surprised when Sandra invited me over for "dinner." I'd spotted her and her friend on the treadmills looking my way while I was doing squats. They laughed and pretended they weren't checking me out. I caught her eye a couple more times before she finally worked up the nerve to come over, blushing like a new bride....

I was a hard man. The name I used was Michael, but it may have been Ebenezer just as easily. My attack up the corporate ladder had left a long string of bodies and broken individuals in its wake.
I was driven by power, money, and position. There was pleasure for me in the pain and suffering I caused others. When the mirror gave its reflection, the suit was tailored, the hair neatly groomed, and all aspects of my appearance spoke power. Every thought was calculated for the next conquest. Women were a toy,...

"You're such a good boy, aren't you, Tom?" cooed a sweet voice, thick with the promise of something more.
Tom felt a warm breath tickle the side of his neck as a delicate hand traced a line from his shoulder to his chest. He looked up into the sparkling blue eyes of the woman who owned his heart--and, at the moment, his body. Her blonde hair cascaded down in gentle waves, framing a face that could make even the most stoic of men melt. She was a vision of beauty, a contradiction of softness and power that...

I was roused from a deep sleep by the sensation of a tongue slowly moving up the length of my cock and then around and around its head. As I slowly opened my eyes in the pre-dawn twilight, I could discern the outline of a naked woman kneeling over me, working slowly and deliberately with her mouth. A dim glow from the window filtered through her auburn hair and provided just enough light to see the silhouette of her small round tits and erect nipples moving up and down as she started to suck my cock rhythmi...

I had a nice workout at the gym yesterday evening with Robert. He spots for me in the free weights area. Sometimes we finish before Gene (my husband of 43 years) is done with his workouts and we have coffee at the cafe in the gym. I could tell he really liked me. He is 45 years old and never married. I also found that I was wearing sexier and sexier gym tops to show off my boobs and that always seemed to catch his attention....

I wrote Locked Out originally as a stand-alone, but recently, I re-read it and remembered how much I enjoyed writing it, so I'm making it a series. Hope you all enjoy it.
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Sava felt the warm air hit her body as she entered her apartment's lobby. It was a cold November morning; the overcast sky and light rain made it dreadful to be outside....

It was my birthday. I had asked for a day off at work to celebrate myself. The kids were in school and my wife was in the office. I had gone for my morning run and my body and mind were ready for a good breakfast and a relaxing bath.
I could smell incense from the corridor of the building that intensified as I got closer to my apartment's door. I opened the door of home and a few candles in the corridor threw me off. Had she forgotten them when she went to work? I was full of questions while taking my ru...

Your thigh slides between hers like it's been there before. Like it belongs.
It doesn't.
It shouldn't.
The pulse of the music throbs around the two of you. In this unfamiliar nightclub, in a city neither of you live in.
The air is thick--humid with sweat, perfume, something close to desperation. Bodies pressed close. Lights low and pulsing red like a warning....

She'd said she wanted to be my girlfriend. I thought that was ludicrous!
I was a 52 year old man with MS. Eight years earlier I'd had to quit my job and move in with my family. Soon after that I'd lost the ability to walk, getting around in a power wheelchair. This went on for a few years, my condition slowly worsening but still manageable. A few years after that, a nasty intestinal condition and a bout of influenza took the use of my hands....

I never knew my father growing up.
I realize, upon saying that, just how common a sentiment that is, especially within my generation. I suppose that if anything really sets me apart from others who grew up that way, it was the absolute, impenetrable wall of silence and secrecy regarding my father during my tentative years, and more importantly, how radically my life changed upon meeting him....