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It should have been obvious when he yelled that his name was 'Todd' in my ear that he had plenty of money from daddy. Even the way he yelled was refined: the music in the nightclub was nearly deafening but when he raised his voice it seemed effortless.
Todd was fit, though, and handsome. He said som...

Homeward bound, on her way from college for the summer, Sabrina was making her way westward through the northern part of Alabama when she suddenly developed car trouble.
Sabrina was 24 years old, about 5'3" and a thick and curvy 150lbs., nice firm C-cup tits with light pink areolas, muscular legs wi...

Part Three: The Breaking Point
The night of the fundraiser at the LGBTQ+ community center had everyone in the same room -- soft lights strung across the ceiling, people milling around in half-formal wear, the scent of catered pasta and cheap wine hanging in the air.
Frankie hadn't planned to go. She...

Finding Inspiration
A Ladies in Love Romance
By Magda McKune
Part Two
CHAPTER 5
I parted my eyes to the early morning sunshine filtering through the bedroom curtains. My lips curled into a warm smile as I found Tammy sleeping soundly on the pillow next to me. Although this was only the second night ...

Priya was about an hour into her drive when she decided that she was in trouble.
It was snowing when her plane landed in Burlington, and the huge fluffy flakes had been enchanting as she walked to her rental car. The Vermont countryside was beautiful in winter, and the gently falling snow made it lo...

Miss Foster had just put her bicycle in the garage and was about to put the kettle on for her ritual cup of tea and a sit down, something she did every day after a hard day of teaching at the inner city school, before then getting changed when the door bell rang.
Miss Foster wasn't expecting anyone ...

My father's family, has been in the olive business for generations. The ancestral home is surrounded by olive groves. All of the groves in the area are the same, family owned. Once harvested, most families sell to the local cooperative. We have a good reputation, we make our own oil. It is sold thro...

Part 1 - Hard Edges, Soft Hearts
Frankie always said she didn't do soft. Her hands were calloused from motorcycle parts, her voice low and dry like a whisky neat, and she didn't have much patience for anyone who thought she ought to smile more. She wore her masculinity like a second skin -- crisp wh...

Finding Inspiration
A Ladies in Love Romance
By Magda McKune
Part One
CHAPTER 1
I glanced up from the white leather sofa as Marsha Bowers brought me a glass of red wine. "I'm glad you could stop and see me, Julie," she said, sitting in the matching overstuffed leather armchair across from me.
"When ...

Following on from "The Woman In Carriage 4" which introduced Lily.
The carriage lights flickered softly, rain lashing down against the windows. The train was slowly moving between stations, and carriage 4 carried only a very few passengers.
It was a late train, passengers in a sleepy haze, and Lily ...

The Temple of Aphrodite - Knidos - 18th June 282BCE.
Callidora had visited the temple that very morning to pay respects to Aphrodite in her fortune of having been matched with a suitable man who she was soon to be wed to thanks to her mother, a woman who had been happily married for over 20 years si...

I hit my vape and scowled as I slumped down in the car seat. Warm rays of sunlight warmed my cheeks as I inhaled, the irritation clear on my face as I looked up into the rearview mirror. This was not what I had wanted or expected for myself at this age. I was twenty-two, a minted college graduate fr...

Melanie and Hannah have been friends for some time. They met at work about 5 years ago and instantly hit it off. Both women, in their early thirties, are married, Hannah even has a baby at home with her husband. The women were both sent on a trip by their company to represent it at an expo in New Yo...

The Devil's Sorority: Arrival

"No that won't do at all," Sandra said. "You need to earn the privilege of a landing strip like mine. If there is one solitary hair there tomorrow, there will be consequences."
"Yes mistress," the tall brunette girl whimpered, trying to keep her hands at her side.
We h...

7th Chapter in the Series: Leslie Lustful Ladies
Chapter 1:
Leslie and her roommate Madison are in their dorm room on the first night of Thanksgiving break.
In Madison's quest to find out if her boyfriend is texting other women, Leslie comes across Madison's sexual secret. She is a submissive slut.
...

Gordion, Achaemenid Persian Empire. Modern day Yassıhüyük, Turkey: 550 BC
The rolling tide of sunset raced Behnaz as she thundered down the King's road towards the next waypoint. She had hoped to reach the little inn on the outskirts of Gordion before the night overtook her. Both she and her horse w...

"What a fucking day."
Mercedes groaned as she pulled into the driveway after a hard day of work. She got out, smoothed her black, knee length dress down, and walked to her front door. She couldn't wait to get inside and take a nice hot bubble bath to de-stress all the bullshit she encountered that d...

Interlude
By the following morning, Sophia had made a decision. She loved this, but she couldn't get dragged down this rabbit hole. She had to concentrate on her work and her boyfriend. Natalie, dominating her, would be like a drug; not for her school days. Whatever she had thought yesterday, today ...

Ever since I can remember, I've been more or less a loner. Valkyrie (Val) Arneson, little sister of Thor (though he goes by Keith). My parents were second generation pure blooded Swedes, a little too into Mythology, and I looked every bit of my name.
6'2" by the end of high school. Long blond hair i...

Dear reader,
Welcome to the fourth installment of Life of Anne. And wow, what a life Anne's been living. Nothing's ever smooth sailing, just like in real life, right?
This part includes some scenes with a man, which I know might not be everyone's cup of tea. So, consider yourself warned. But try to ...

"Is that who I think it is?"
Georgia's friend Allie pointed across the café. The woman must have been ordering something complicated, judging by the concentration on the barista's face as they entered it into the iPad. The woman's back was turned to Georgia and Allie, so they could only see the shin...

Intensive Care
Author's note: This story features some medical activity that may or may not be 100% accurate, so apologies for any factual errors to any British endocrinologists that might be reading this. This story has a longish fuse before the action explodes, but I think it's worth the wait.
I d...

A shout out to migbird for acting as my muse and to Chloe Tzang for her tribute to Mike Hammer and good old fashioned pulp fiction. Max Pemberton has been with me for years now and eighteen stories later I feel I can channel her. Enjoy.
This story is the eleventh in the timeline of eighteen Max Pemb...

Gina Russo walked into The Garden of Good Eatin', a restaurant she had eaten at many times in the past and was immediately shown to a table near the back of the restaurant next to a large row of windows.
"Your waitress will be with you shortly," the hostess said with a friendly smile. "Should I get ...

CARINA MARIE DELVECCHIO EXPLAINS THE PROPER FUCKIN' READING ORDER
Okay, Literotica, sit down. Shut up. Listen close, 'cause I'm only sayin' this once and you will fuck it up if left unsupervised.
First? "Emerald."
The girl, not the color. Or maybe both, depending on how poetic you're feelin'. It's f...

Katy is absolutely adorable. She's a petite blonde with a short and raggedy shag cut, green eyes, and a perpetual smile full of mischief. Small breasts and a cute butt. She dresses as a good girl. White blouses, often under sweaters or vests that make her look even more diminutive and sweet. Her jea...

It had been years since I felt this much rage. I had been an angry child. Continuously abandoned and dragged from place to place as adults falsely promised that they would be my new home, I moved through life with a hardened heart and bruised fists.
I hurt others before they hurt me. I was impenetra...

My name is Sarah, and the following takes place right after the end of part 2.
I called Katie, and she answered on the second ring. I told her who it was, and she said, I'm so happy you called."
I loved the sound of her voice, she reminded of the actress who's last name ends in Moore. She has that s...

***Thank you to MsDirector for editing this story***
She wiped a few wisps of blonde hair from her forehead as she looked around the busy shopping mall for her connection. Then she saw him, the faded blue jeans, plain white t-shirt and a burgundy college leather jacket. The blonde girl walked over f...

I've been friends with Lana for pretty much as long as I can remember. We were inseparable in high school, stayed friends through college and both came back home after college to build our adult lives. She got married right out of college while I spent some more time finding myself and came out as q...