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Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

She was absolutely gorgeous. Painfully beautiful. And she was talking to me.
Touching my arm as she laughed. Whispering silly anecdotes in my ear.
I couldn't believe that this was happening.
When I reluctantly signed up for the dating app last week, I had no hope that I'd match with anyone. Especially not a woman like Amelia....

Ashley sighed, took a deep breath, and opened the door to her off-campus apartment. She'd moved in yesterday, a week before classes started for her junior year in college. The other three girls she was living with, all friends from her program, hadn't moved in yet. She just wanted some time to get her bearings first ahead of what was sure to be a big year in school. She walked through the living room and up the short flight of stairs to where everyone's room was. Hers was all the way down the hall on the le...

The following stories takes place directly after the end of Agreeing to be shared, part one.
Cassidy was just shared with a friend of ours named Tony, aka Horse. Cassidy lives with is (Daniel and Debbie), and we consider her our wife. Horse is primarily Debbie's side action lover; we have an open relationship now....

It had been over a week since Lyndsey secretly invaded the intimate moment shared between her neighbors, Devon and Kate. While she suspected Kate might have realized she was there, she hadn't run into either of them to get a read on how they acted towards her.
It was killing her.
Every night as she lay in bed, her mind wandered back to that night. As she imagined Kate's creamy breasts, wet pussy, and Devon's huge cock, she would bring herself to the most powerful orgasms she'd ever had at her own hand...

Pam has to drop Sam off first at her house by the reservation, but when she nears it, Sam says, "Stop."
Pam stops the Jeep in the middle of the road. "What?"
Sam turns towards Pam, puts her hand behind her head, and pulls her in for a kiss which turns into them making out. Sam slowly sucks on Pam's tongue and they stop with Sam smiling at her....

If boredom could kill, I'd be dead a thousand times already on this family trip. My father decided to take us (my mother, myself, and my brother) on a trip to see the Grand Canyon, then to Las Vegas. To be honest, I'm more excited for the latter. I guess the Grand Canyon would be something I'm into much later in life, but right now, I'd rather be on my phone. I know it's stereotypical, but I'm sorry, I just can't get into a big crater. I'm more into flash. I'm more into... different types of holes....

Author's Note: This vignette is a standalone spinoff from my main series, A Model Romance. If you're a fan, know that it takes place after Chapter 15 of that series, but no prior knowledge is necessary to enjoy this story.
Angela slid into the Uber, making room for her girlfriend Emily to follow her into the backseat. She was a little surprised when Emily didn't stop on the passenger side, instead sliding into the middle seat so she could lean her head on Angela's shoulder. Not that she minded, of course...

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.
"So?!" Maddie all but shouted down the phone.
"So what?" Sara replied with a nervous laugh and giggle.
Maddie sat up in a huff.
"Don't be coy with me!" She said. "What happened on your date with Kerry?"
"It wasn't a date." Sara replied with another laugh....

IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly, desperate not to return to her apartment, reaches out to Thomas and Michelle, an American couple she met the previous night. Over lunch, Lilly comes clean about the contract she's signed. Thomas and Michelle present Lilly with a gift. Lilly and Michelle share a stall in the restroom and Lilly's pussy is stuffed with a new toy....

Beyond the Palace
by Davina Lee
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Author's Note
The last chapter ended on a bit of a cliffhanger.
Matoaka had just freed the young woman from the ropes that held her tied to the tree. But even as Matoaka took to her feet and raised her staff to join the fight, the defensive circle of shrine maidens was being squeezed tighter by what seemed to be an endless stream of knife wielding men from The Palace....

Author's Note: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

I've been a widow for 10 years and it has been nearly 15 years since I've had sex. I've never had sex with anyone else, either before or since my husband. I've had no interest in meeting and developing a relationship with another man. But I have to admit that for the last five years it has crossed my mind, a lot, to imagine what life would be with an intimate relationship with another woman....

The Perfect Labor Day Picnic
I know people will be skeptical, but my wife and I are a perfect match. She is a true nymphomaniac, a bisexual, a committed exhibitionist, and a genuine, unapologetic voyeur. I am also bisexual, and also an enthusiastic voyeur, and love showing it off as much as she does. Ours is a perfect relationship and a marriage conceived and created in nirvana. What people like us would call a model marriage and the perfect way to live....

If you have read any of my other stories, you will have guessed that I am a very messy person. This is my natural state--my default is dirty laundry left on the floor and old coffee cups by my bed. My room is messy, but I feel comfortable in it. That saying about your bedroom being a reflection of your head is probably very true, at least for me; both in the sense that I can be very chaotic and erratic, and also that I have quite a few dirty thoughts running about very often....

I've heard and read about others' experiences of meeting perfect women and feeling your brain melting and freezing at the same time. I never thought it'd hit me this hard but she was wearing this cute v-neck jumper - which she kept sliding her hands into the pockets on it - and I managed to not keep looking down at the bottom of the v-neck which revealed just a smidgen of cleavage....

Author's note: This is an entry into the "yay-team-sex-and-sports-story-challenge-2025-coming-soon." It includes lesbian sex and, like all of my stories, a heaping helping of emotion (; Thank you to thatsbogus for helping me tighten it up and for the kind of patience that would translate to a league-leading on-base percentage....

Emily had been here before. Not literally - this was a different term, different year, different room - but the feeling was the same. That quiet, low-level ache of being completely unremarkable. Back at square one. Nobody's person. Nobody's plan.
After Grace, it hit harder. She couldn't even pretend it was just Oxford being cold. She'd been warm, briefly. Chosen. Seen. Inside the circle. And now she was out again, and somehow even more aware of it than the first time....

Author Note
This story is chapter 3 in my series Helen's Toy. Follow the adventures of Helen as a series of chance encounters and mishaps lead to her sexual odyssey.
Not long after leaving work, Helen was getting out of a taxi outside of her apartment block. She was consumed with thoughts of how quickly she could get a replacement phone and get back to normality. It felt so strange not having a phone for the morning. She'd reached into her handbag for it half a dozen times already. It really does make...

Disclaimer - This story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real persons and/or events is entirely coincidental.
Please leave me some feedback. I'd love to know what you think good or bad. Obviously if negative, constructive criticism is best.
Marlisha Williams was all smiles as she knocked on the door to her best friend Lindsay's house....

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect......

Author's Note: I open to any feedback and read every comment.
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Celina had tried not to think about it too much.
But Dani had dreamed about her. Her. And not in some vague, floating-symbols kind of way--Dani had said it plain, right to her face, with that guarded look she got when she was forcing herself to be honest....

Caitlyn wasn't cruel, but she knew what she wanted. No, that wasn't exactly true. But she knew what she didn't want. Reed Massimo was sweet and considerate, although a little exhausting to be around. He had been her boyfriend for six months, bringing her coffee daily and flowers occasionally. A perfectly good man, Caitlyn knew her parents would approve. But as always, she got restless. Being in a relationship for longer than a few months made her want to run, to be free of the expectations of engagement, ma...

Author's note: This is a complete story with a strong focus on emotional intimacy and slow-burn tension. A romance between a movie star and her assistant, it's playful, heartfelt, and laced with longing. If you're after something fast or steamy, you might want to look elsewhere. Heartfelt thanks to redgarters for their insights and good instincts that helped bring this one to life....

Greetings Gentle Readers!
I'm bored.
Molly and Heather are having a spot of difficulty right now, and we don't know how that will turn out. We haven't gotten to the point in time yet where Jenny and Allie will take in a foster child. Jocelyn and Ben are off somewhere (probably snogging, or gasp! even shagging) and we don't know what's going on with them until they come back and tell us about it. There's trouble brewing in Reading (the one in Pennsylvania, of train fame, not the one in England) and tha...

It had been one of those nights. Too many bars, too much cheap and wildly incompatible alcohol, and way too many conversations that made no sense. Emily had danced in a kitchen, spilled a drink on someone's coat, and spent at least half an hour talking to a guy named Tom who insisted that astrology was "basically a form of Marxism."...

This is part 4/6 of "The Ballad of Flavia and Sarah".

Once more, many thanks to DawnDuckie for editing this story.

"Sarah? You need to keep time to the beat track."
"I know." Sarah pressed the headphones against her ears as she spoke into the mic. "But once I start singing, I can't hear it." Looking up, she saw the rest of the band watching her through the glass into the mouldy-smelling recording studio....

A MODEL AFFAIR
Part Two
by
FOXI
THE INVITATION
Dori watched Lena go to her next fashion shoot bag in hand. She could have gone but felt strange about it now after the last session. Watching her friend doing a lesbian session was a bit too much for her despite the fact she had several orgasms watching them....

"Last set," Erin said, her voice unyielding with the professionalism that Alethea had come to associate with these sessions. "Let's finish strong."
Alethea had been coming here twice a week for three months now, ever since her agent had insisted that she needed more muscle definition for the upcoming athletic wear campaigns. She'd resisted at first, tried to explain that she'd maintained her body through a successful modelling career for nearly ten years now without help, but if she was honest with herse...

When Claire entered this time, something seemed off. Not chilly, but heavy in a way. The air felt thick, pressing against her skin like a breath held in. Rey was by the window. Motionless. Quiet. One arm wrapped around her waist while the other held a glass of water. No smile to welcome her. No kiss. Just that intense gaze--sharp and inscrutable--that pierced through Claire, reaching down to the coat she had yet to take off....