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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....

The sun had been up for some hours before either of the girls woke up. They more or less slid into consciousness at the same time. Alice blinked owlishly through a tangled net of auburn strands, then squirmed up from her nest in Carys' arms. "Happy Christmas, sexy beast!" she giggled and bent towards the bigger girl....

The Scent of a Rose Pt. 02 Decisions
Prologue:
This new Billyslate Love Story is Pt 02 of a Slowburn Lesbian Romance Tale. The storyline is somewhat different than many of my Literotica Stories, not having small children as a primary theme throughout the tale.
However, this part has several active children as key figures....

Ambrosia was aware. She knew that her sentience was a gift of scientific brilliance, from the second they first powered her up in the factory. Her countenance, a carefully curated vision of young adult Asian perfection. Long dark hair and beautiful almond eyes, rose red lips. Her body, a technological marvel, humanlike skin, bundles of wires, hydraulics, plastic cover plates giving her an ultra-feminine figure....

This is slow-burn, multi-chapter lesbian D/s story with a 'psychological' focus. Later chapters will revolve around emotional manipulation and an increasingly toxic relationship. It's also a fantasy and should only be viewed a such. In real life, please practice only safe, sane and consensual BDSM.
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"We're going camping!" Sonya announced like it was the best thing ever. If you can't tell, my enthusiasm for camping is not the same as my blonde girlfriend. She grew up doing it; sleeping in tents on the ground and peeing outdoors and eating nasty camping food. I didn't. We had a ski boat and our idea of "roughing it" involved some pretty nice rented cabins with bathrooms and real beds and actual kitchens....

The first thing Natalie did was clear out the guest room closet. Not that it was overflowing--just a few suitcases, an old space heater, and a pile of boots she hadn't worn since before the divorce. But the act of folding, lifting, and tucking things away made it real. Her fingers paused on a soft knit throw, brushing it, unable to deny memories that came with it from her old home. A previous life....

Kayla handed Dani the hose. "You missed a whole streak of bird shit on the back."
"Did I?" Dani squinted at the boot door. "Maybe you just don't understand art."
Kayla flicked a spongeful of soapy water at her. Dani yelped and ducked behind the open car door.
"Kayla!" she laughed, holding the hose as a belated, useless shield. "Now I'm all wet."...

** This is my 100th story on Literotica. it's a major milestone, but I don't intend to stop here. Let's go for 200.**
This is the 3rd part of a story which continues Chloe's timeline from "Riding With Dirty Girls," and "Chloe Rides Again." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you probably need to have read the other series' first....

Beyond the Palace
by Davina Lee
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Author's Note
In the previous chapter, Matoaka, though not quite ready in the eyes of her girlfriend Chihiro, was allowed to accompany the shrine maidens on a mission to rescue a young runaway from The Palace. Matoaka handled herself with aplomb and delivered the girl safely to her new home among The People....