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The previous instalment of this story may be found in 'Group Sex'
XXII
After all the hectic activity of the past few days, it was no surprise that Paula went out to a lower ranked player in the quarter-final. Adriana, though, sailed through to the semis, cheered on my a very ebullient dreadlocked figure in the stands....

I was new in town and looking for a job, putting in applications it seemed like everywhere with no luck of hearing back. I was feeling desperate and thinking nothing would come, that's when I came across an ad looking for a personal assistant. The ad was short and simple it read...
"Looking for a personal assistant for help with errands and help around the house. Please send your information and resume to the contact below with a picture of yourself."...

All characters are 18+, and if things like lesbian sex, first-time, sexual name-calling, light choking, dom/sub, rough sex, age gaps, sadism and strapons aren't your cups of tea then this isn't the story for you.
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This is part 4 of a series which continues Chloe's timeline from "Riding With Dirty Girls," "Chloe Rides Again," and "Chloe's Return." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you ideally need to have read the other series' 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 i...

For those who are concerned with such things, as always, when Sarah is alone, the story is in the past tense. When Claire and Sarah are together, the story is in the present tense.
Thanks to HaltWhoGoesThere for copy editing.



Impact of Femme De Ménage


For a moment, wrapped in Claire's arms, sharing the heat of our combined orgasms, and lying in a puddle of my urine is truly the most beautifully romantic and loving embrace I've ever shared with anyone in my life....

Cheryl and Penny. Chapter one.
Copyright© Catcher78, all rights reserved
Author's Note: Everyone in this story is a figment of my imagination, and even in my head, as they get fucked, they are eighteen or much older. The story is mine. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. Thanks to Challenger69 for help!...

A cool spring rain sprinkled the valley with a fine mist, making walking across the smooth worn cobblestones a dangerous prospect for anyone not wearing hobnailed shoes. In her flat leather bottomed sandals, Hirita tried to keep to the rough mortar between the stones as much as possible to avoid slipping. She held fast to the bundle of stale bread that she had managed to barter from the bakers just as they were closing. The two old loaves had cost her the last of her silver-plated earrings, an extortionate ...

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....