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Tanya and Phil had been going steady since high school. Phil would hang around the diner whenever Tanya was working and they'd usually take in a movie once her shift was done, once or twice a week.
Now Phil had finished his sophomore year in college, and while there were no signs of a formal breakup, it was obvious that the two of them were no longer as close as they once had been....

Hey, Im new to writing so please ignore any spelling mistakes or other mistakes or let me know about them so that i can improve at writing erotica. This story might get a polished version later on. Enjoy <3 <3
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It was a fresh morning. The sun filled the room through tiny cracks in the curtain hitting my face. I could never position the curtains to just make it dark enough in the morning....

"You two fucked last night... didn't you?"
They both froze for a short second. Then, Kayla dropped her stuff sack. "Jesus, Clem."
Dani smiled. "Oh? What makes you so sure?"
Clem smirked but didn't back down. "I walked past on my way to the bathroom. Heard some... wet noises."
Dani raised an eyebrow, voice quieter now. "You sure it wasn't your own thighs rubbing against each other?"...

It's after seven when I finally slip my key into the front door and feel the weight of the day start to slide off my shoulders. Almost. My heels still click against the hardwood floor as I step inside, bag over my shoulder, phone still buzzing in my hand. I don't answer it. Not yet.
The house is dim, but warm. There's a soft glow in the hallway and a faint smell of roasted garlic from the kitchen. I close the door behind me with a quiet sigh and lean against it for a beat longer than I should....

Natasha Ohlsson sat at her table waiting for her date, wondering if Ariana would arrive.
Natasha sat there, wearing a simple black dress and matching patent-leather pumps, legs crossed, even though sitting still was impossible at the moment, but somehow she did it, even though it cost her everything to not go to the hostess and check if Ariana was there. But, with every deliberate, intentional inhale and every exhale, she made herself be patient....

The first drops began falling just as Katrin called for the third setup of the morning. What had started as a perfect June day in Provence... clear skies, golden light filtering through the olive groves... was rapidly darkening as storm clouds gathered over the hills surrounding the Rousseau estate.
"We can get one more shot," Katrin said, casting her eye over the sky with her years of experience in chasing the perfect light. "The dramatic sky might actually work in our favour."...

Part 4 - Aftercare
When Nora woke, it was to warmth and quiet.
For a few long, floating moments she didn't remember where she was -- only that her body ached in ways she didn't know were possible. Her skin hummed with pain and something sweeter, every inch of her sore but loose, her limbs heavy....

Ingredients list (mild spoilers):
2 cups sapphic romance
1 cup explicit lesbian sex
1 cup muscle mommy gym fetish
1/2 cup icky sticky sensory issues
1 tbsp brief attempted assault
1 pinch awkward texting


"Vocational awe describes the set of ideas, values, and assumptions librarians have about themselves and the profession that result in notions that libraries as institutions are inherently good, sacred, and therefore beyond critique."...

About three years after I started my first job after college, a bunch of us were sent to Las Vegas for a convention. I had been to Vegas before and was totally looking forward to it. I had never travelled on an expense account and felt very privileged. We stayed at the casino that was hosting the convention, and while the senior team members all got their own rooms, us junior staffers had to share. That was ok in my mind because I had texted my friend, Audrey, from another office, and we were able to select...

Fire tower
It was the end of the school year 1952 in central Maine. She pulled up in front of the dorm in a rusted-out war surplus jeep with state license plates. A petite woman in her forties, she wore a park services uniform. I was twenty and had taken a job for the summer, working as an observer in a fire tower, and she'd been assigned to the same one....

Annabel had just finished the last dish when Carla came breezing through the kitchen with Asha in tow, having decided the three of them should take a walk on the beach. Pausing only to fill a flask with brandy in case it was chilly, she took Annabel by the arm and led the way.
In fact the fog had cleared and it had turned into a beautiful night with a blazing bright half-moon illuminating the sky. They walked down to the waterline and first Carla, then the other two, took off their shoes and began to wad...

Most refugees came (or were brought) in during the dead hours of the early morning, but it was just after 22:00 and things had been quiet enough that Sarkisian, the woman working the desk, was sitting back and watching the latest chapter of Schoolmistress on her phone.
The Schoolmistress was sitting on the sofa in her office hugging one of her new students. "Oh, thank you Ma'am," the girl was saying, "Until I met you, these feelings I had, I didn't properly understand -- "...

The next day, Jessie plucked up the courage and texted Becky: "Would you like to come over to our place tonight?"
"To our place?"
"Yes, Michael would love to meet you too."
After a short pause, Becky replied, "With pleasure!"
"Great, see you at 8? Do you have any food preferences?"
"Anything goes!"...

Dear Reader,
This story began years ago at the request of someone. At the time, I occasionally wrote short stories to post on an erotic fiction site, and she reached out to me. She couldn't write herself but had a very specific idea and asked if I could help.
Her idea was a kind of treasure hunt, a puzzle that would ultimately lead to winning a woman's heart. The rest was entirely up to me. And that became the story of Jasmin....

I am a 68 year old bisexual woman living in the north of England, all my stories are based on my own experiences, names have been changed and everyone is over the age of eighteen.
This is a little longer than my usual stories but sets the scene for more adventures with my best friend Debbie.
I sometimes attend church with my older sister, after the service there is coffee in the hall, I help with collecting cups and washing up, that is how I met Debbie, a timid, blonde, middle aged housewife, overweig...

This is part 6/6 of "The Ballad of Flavia and Sarah".

Many thanks to DawnDuckie for editing it, and the entire series. It would have been a lot worse without your feedback.

With a last chord stab, Georgina finished the song. Sarah looked about the recording studio at the rest of the band....

Note: This is a continuation of "The Shift in Carriage 4 -- Lily #4", where an older man entered the carriage and turned the tables on Lily.
It had been three days since my Carriage 4 experience with him, the "Older Man", as I like to put it, and I sat in my office staring at the card he had left....

Snowflakes clung to the sleeves of Sarah's wool coat as she stood beside Simon on the front porch. The entire neighborhood was blanketed in soft white, glittering beneath the porchlight like sugar. Wind tickled her legs through her tights, but it wasn't the cold making her shiver.
"Okay," Simon said, wiping his glasses with the corner of his ugly Christmas sweater. "So just a heads up--Aunt Amy's a lot. Like, very... touchy-feely. But she means well. Probably lonely since Uncle Ron left."...

Chapter 2: “It’s You Again”
The gallery was hushed in that particular, studied way — as though the walls themselves disapproved of volume. Every step on the polished concrete floor echoed faintly. Spotlights tracked brushstrokes. The air smelled faintly of cedarwood, linen, and the slightly metallic tang of white wine....

Their usual bar was busier than usual, but Dani felt fine with that. She was sitting in a booth, joking along with her colleagues. "And that's why you shouldn't actually put a stapler in jello," Dani concluded, and everyone laughed. She laughed too - maybe a little too hard - but the distraction was welcome. Kayla had been gone a week, and it had been hard not to think about her every second of every day....

HI everybody, it's Skylar again. I know you guys have been wondering a few things since the last time I wrote to you. You know about my night with my softball teammate/good friend Chloe at my ex-boyfriend Marshall's older brother Malcolm's party. Then there was the night after a game that I had with my softball coach, Coach McMichaels. Well now I'm going to tell you all about another couple encounters, including the one I fantasized about after my night with Coach. It actually happened but that's later. For...

Dear reader,
This is the fifth installment in the "Life of Anne" series. It doesn't stand alone, so if you'd like to truly follow along, I'd recommend reading parts 1 through 4 first. You can find them on my author page.
This chapter contains a moment of coerced intimacy, as well as references to mental health struggles. For me, these elements make Anne's story feel real, but I understand they can be triggering. I want to mention it up front, without letting it overshadow what I believe is a story wor...

This is a continuation from the second of Neha's story titled, "A Shift in Power." Margaret has seized control of Neha. But is that just it? Or does she pull some more tricks on Neha to make her suffer more? What does she have up her sleeve? And how does Neha plan on answering it? Keep reading to find out....

JULY 19, 2014
I couldn't leave the bed. It was well past midnight by now, but I didn't know how much time had passed.
James had fallen asleep just moments after rolling off of me, giving me the chance to run, but there was no point in running anymore.
He had taken what he wanted, and I had been too weak, too powerless to stop him. The shame of that, deep and heavy, settled in my chest, weighing me down like he had....

! was hot for Molly from the day she arrived. She might have been a petite woman, but her attitude was not petite. She's slim, with small breasts but a nice bottom and coppery red hair cut to a short shag. Green eyes, but I hadn't noticed that yet; I would have been totally worthless if I had. She came to work in black slacks and a white shirt, her jacket over her shoulder in one hand. Bill, who thought he was god's gift to women, immediately closed in....

The garage door groaned halfway open before Raye ducked under, already walking fast, jaw tight, fists in the pockets of her leather jacket like they were the only things keeping her from swinging.
Frankie stood in the center of the shop, hands filthy with grease, sweat darkening the collar of her tee. She didn't flinch....

Here's another one from the Conjuring College universe -- I'm really enjoying putting these together! Please give this a fair rating if you enjoyed it, and feel free to comment any feedback or scenarios that you want to see next!
As always, all characters in this story are over the age of 18 :)
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I'm Val. I moved from Appleton Wisconsin, to a small town in rural Nebraska where I met my love working in the town diner. Carolyn and I had passed the two-year mark together, and things couldn't have been better. I'd bought old man Farber's garage and business was perking right along. Farber, true to his word, stayed around until I'd gotten established, and then had retired to Florida and was living the life of Reilly, fishing and taking junkets to the islands....

We had just won the county final in football, with it also being one of the girls 30th birthday we decided to celebrate. The train ticket's were booked, the hotel was organised, we headed to Dublin.
I was so excited as this was my first time going away with the team. The train journey was crazy, singing and shouting, bottles of vodka in our bags, I felt sorry for the other passengers....

When I was in my second year of university, I house-shared with four other people. One of them was a girl called Marie. We were immediately drawn to one another. It remained unspoken. We weren't known to be 'best friends' in the house. That was me and Leo, or Marie and Lucy. But there was this weird thing where we would occasionally catch each other's eye and smile, and we'd sometimes just know to sit kind of close to each other on the sofa. Every time I spoke, her eyes would immediately lock into mine, and...