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Chrissie could just barely make out the shape of someone standing over her.
She blinked her eyes groggily and tried to sit up.
"No, no, no, no sitting up." The shape said sweetly as she placed subtle pressure on Chrissy's shoulder. "You don't want to tear your sutures.
Chrissy could smell a floral shampoo. "You smell nice." She said, as here eyes slowly focused on the face of the person standing over her. It was a woman about her age, with brownish blonde hair, and pretty gray eyes. "What's your na...

One of the more off-the-wall decisions Maria had made when she first bought the building that now houses her struggling adult store, Romancing the Stone, was to have a small theatre built in a storage area connected to the main shop. It was partly prompted by the empty warehousing space - but mostly because Maria spotted a set of theatre seats on eBay that came with a forty-five-foot screen and hit 'bid'. As far as impulse purchases go, this one was far from inspired. But, to her credit, when Daniel and I g...

Kate and Jenna are two of the kindest woman I have ever known.
Kate is very tall and thin. With blue eyes and black hair. And an athletic build. Jenna is very tall and thin too, with red hair and green eyes. She is slightly shorter than Kate. And has a winning smile. Both are about thirty-five.
They look out for me....

The Bridge - Chapter Nineteen - Tuttlehills & Makoo

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal....

-Always Strapped-
By, Unit 6
Plot: An assassin gets a new handler.
DISCLAIMER: these stories may include vivid and explicit sexual content consisting of, but not limited to: non-consensual and forced/rough intercourse, roleplay, voyeurism, bondage, abuse, mind control, and others. These stories are, in no way, based on any fact or are accurate representations of the respective kink communities. Names, settings, etc. are all made up, and any similarities to the contrary are purely coincidental. All ...

The heat of the New Year pressed at the Lakshi's ancestral home.
"Finally decided to join us?" Lakshi asked.
She leaned against the wooden doorframe, her bare shoulders glowing with sweat under her untied sarong.
Nimmi's throat went dry.
"I. wasn't sure if I would."
"That's enough stalling." Riya said in a commanding voice....

The Other Half of Me Pt. 02
Author's note: This is just something I wrote a while ago but never posted. The first part was posted in the I/T category as it is about two step-sisters but I probably should've posted it elsewhere. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy reading!
Here's part one if you wanted to read that first....

Our Trip To Sexual Sharing
It was May and we hadn't decided on our summer plans, but we wanted something special, something to mark our fifth year together. We'd been to Spain, traveled through England with backpacks and walking sticks, and sailed to Australia where we drove around the country. We had been to Cancun, Peru, and Antarctica. We are travelers, so trekking around the world is nothing to us. We both had college degrees and taught at a university in Los Angeles....

It is a truth not universally acknowledged that not every woman of marriageable age is in a rush to fulfil their Mama's ambition to see them well-matched. Lizzie Wild's view was that there was no hurry; or at least that was what she told Mama. Lady Jane Wild was not a woman to be trifled with, as Lord Wild would have confirmed, had she permitted him to answer such a question, but Lizzie, ah well, Lizzie was another matter. She was the sole person in the world who could charm Lady Jane. It was understandable...

This series is a sequel to the earlier work "Riding With Dirty Girls." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but to fully enjoy the story you really need to read Dirty Girls first.
This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn't it be fun if it were?...

My first lesbian love affair -- what next?
There's a very old saying in the advertising industry, "Never fuck a client."
Well I did, but then I married him.
It was my first job after leaving university and was with a US, global ad agency's London office as a junior copywriter. I had been put onto an account the agency had recently won which, was quite small and just about the right size for a young, female, fresh from university to show what she could do. I showed more than that, though, for by the...

INDIRECT BLACKMAIL
Rosalind Blackwater's pussy turned hot as she realised the implications of just what she was reading became utterly apparent to her. The forty-two-year-old woman, who had never married judged this would be the key, the end to her search for a sexual partner to dominate. For the report submitted to her contained a glaring error, sure that nobody other than herself was aware of at this stage, and one that could be easily corrected to ensure it remained that way, which if everything went ...

Back in September Margherita invited me to go to her homeland for a weekend with her. Friday 13th December has arrived and I am off to Brussels. Margherita is a Lady in every sense of the word.
Margherita is ten years older than me, Steve has agreed to drive and collect her and drive us to the station. Margherita had never been back to Belgium on the Train, she had always chosen the quicker 'flight' option. We caught the 08.23 which was due into London Euston at just after Ten o'clock. Then just a short ...

This is set in almost-but-not-quite Europe, in a timeline almost-but-not-quite ours.

You'll find many of the locations on a map, maybe you'll enjoy that as much as I did.

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I pulled the mixture selector to cut-off and waited. The slow, lumpy idle of the Stokes V12 grew rougher, more asthmatic, and finally died away. The gleaming disc of the propeller resolved into its two polished spruce limbs, and silence fell over Winchester Aeroport for a moment or two....

Somewhere in the hills, there is a nondescript house, I am sure you have seen many times. You just never thought anything about it.
It is a large house. But it is an unspectacular house on the outside.
White.
Brick.
Two stories.
A well-kept lawn.
Boring.
That is on the outside.
It is on the inside where the wonders begin....

She tightened her grip on the string of her wooden "Looking for Party" sign, shifting nervously as the crowd bustled around the Job Board. The sun beat down mercilessly, making her sweat in her simple linen top and short skirt--practically undergarments compared to the gleaming plate mail surrounding her. Her cheeks flushed as another heavily armored warrior shot her a disapproving look. *Okay, Cherry. Deep breath. You've got this. Just act confident.*...

Chapter 2: Making some new friends
I gave up my Friday night shift bar tending so that I could leave early. That's one of the best nights of the week so there were plenty of people eager to take it from me. And I knew I was giving up several hundred dollars in tips for the night. But as much as I needed the money to pay off my dobro, I needed to see Allie again even more....

Kaley looked around her. The room was dark. There were candles everywhere. Rose petals. Gentle music. Cheryl had gone all out.
But something wasn't right.
The air was too still. The silence behind the music too thick. Kaley could feel the velvet rug beneath her back. The scent of roses hit her hard--sweet, yes, but cloying. Almost sickly....

Today was the day.
For the first time in almost five months, they would be in the same building. The same room. Breathing the same air.
It was the trial. Chloe's ex. The one who wouldn't let go. The one who had crossed the line--again and again. Holly.
But it had never been straightforward. They had broken up and fallen back together more times than either of them could count. And the reason? That spark. That magnetic, electric pull that kept drawing them back. Again and again. But it was always ph...

Jamie's crap is everywhere.
It's not even dramatic--no cathartic storm of shattered dishes or torn-up photos--just... presence. Half-unpacked boxes lining the hallway, a sweater flung over the back of every chair, a colony of mismatched mugs gathering by the sink like they're planning an uprising. Her shoes are never where shoes go. Her makeup has taken the bathroom hostage. Her bras hang like morbid garlands across the doorknobs. She's been in Alex's apartment exactly six days and it already feels like ...

Disclaimer: All characters, places, names and scenarios are fictional. They are not based on anyone I know, or anything anyone has told me. But if you think it describes you, then I really hope you are happy. Please feel free to give feedback, however all anonymous comments will be disregarded. If you are looking for perfect grammar or punctuation, I suggest you stop reading now. I do try but I know I am a bit rubbish at it, maybe eventually I will improve, who knows....

The three day weekend arrived and we were off on our way to Jane's mom's house. We rented a car and split the price. Jane drove since she knew the way. I must admit that I was soaking wet from the expectation of the sex that awaits with Jane, her mom, and I.
The trip was about an hour long and we arrived at her house. As we approached the front door, her mother opened it and immediately stepped out giving both of us big hugs. It was obvious where Jane got her looks and body from. Her mom was drop dead go...

Copyright 2025 by Jalibar62
My submission for the 2025 "On the Job" contest. Just a quick bit of fun. No editors, so no one to blame but myself.

J/J/J/J

Nonplussed - or maybe flummoxed, but I guess it could be both - I stared at the solitary pink sock that lay under my desk. It was a gloomy Friday morning, and I had just walked into my office. Which, by the way, had been unlocked when I came in....

"You're hitting our targets, Dani," Celina said, holding a cup of hot coffee in both hands.
Dani looked up from the spreadsheet she'd been working on for the past 2 hours. Her cheeks flushed and she hoped her crush on her boss wasn't obvious. "Thanks, Celina." she said as she pushed a strand of light brown hair behind her ear....

Alex wanted to start mentoring Karen and she wanted to meet with her regularly, starting Monday. This gave Karen the weekend to think about this predicament she found herself in. Later that day, it occurred to Karen that Monday was a holiday but she had agreed to meet with Alex. Oh well, Karen had no plans for the day anyway and her imagination began to run wild....

Author's Note: All characters in this story are over 18, and all acts are consensual. This is a primal tale of a 37-year-old archaeologist's descent into desire--a slow build that unravels into something gritty, raw, taboo and extreme at times.
Expect explicit sex, fertility rituals, size kinks, exhibitionism, lesbian encounters, group sex, gaping, natural bodies and the supernatural--not your typical perky, tight MILF fantasy....

I don't immediately recognize the look in your eyes. The hungry look, the desperate look, those I've seen and know intimately. No, this look is something more, something darker, something far more ravenous than even when I'd teasingly denied your orgasm for days on end.
You've only been home for a few minutes when you step close to me as I'm standing in the kitchen, beneath the glow of the overhead fluorescent lights behind their stylized covers. Your arms come up and wrap around my neck as you look at m...

Rebirth is a story I started three years ago. The pandemic was still fresh and relevant to the story but I wasn't happy with the timing and set it aside. It wasn't intended to be part of the Gabby's universe, and nothing here links into any of the current stories - yet. But the upcoming stories could have a neat tie back to it, so I decided to brush the mothballs aside. Three years later, the timing works....

Warning: This is a spanking/humiliation/lezdom fetish story. All characters are at least 18 years or older. If you're new to this story, it's about a hardworking woman and her co-workers being mistreated by their young boss, who was only given the job because her daddy is the CEO. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 10...

Author's Note: This is a sequel to my story, A Policewoman's Desires. This is my first time writing a sequel to what was originally a one-and-done. But the feedback was positive and to be honest, Ellie Carlyle might be one of my hottest creations, so I am happy to revisit her with a new story.
"Finally!" I sighed wearily. "I'm finally off of the dammed night shift!"...