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Finding Inspiration
A Ladies in Love Romance
By Magda McKune
Part Three
CHAPTER 9
I woke up early and decided to get up and let my sweet companion snooze a little longer. Tammy looked so adorable when she slept and I always wanted to hug her tightly to my breast. But there was plenty of time for that later. Plenty of time for cuddling and making love with my hot sensuous blonde female partner....

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
Thank you all for the wonderful feedback on Chapter One. It truly means the world to me. Your suggestions and ideas have been both inspiring and encouraging. They've helped shaping the direction of this story in ways I didn't expect. Continuing a strong opening is always a delicate challenge, but I hope this new chapter lives up to your anticipation. Let yourself sink in, breathe deep, and enjoy the unfolding......

Chapter 1 -- You Can Just Say He's Boring
The bar was one of those many places in New York City that tried to make people feel important.
Everything glowed -- gold-rimmed glasses, candlelight flickering through cut crystal, the faint, polished gleam of champagne-colored marble catching light from a hundred subtle sources. Conversation drifted like perfume -- low, intimate, restrained -- the sound of people who wanted to be overheard only by the right ears....

This is part 3 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...

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
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I grew up in a small town in Nebraska. As a child, I liked our neighbors who treated me nicely and helped anytime it was needed. Everything changed when I became older. My face and body changed, and everybody noticed. All of a sudden, the friendly conversations turned into gossip, and whatever I did, became common knowledge within 24...

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 something that I didn't hear but he smiled expectantly and I fake-laughed so he would like me. Then he bought me a drink and when we danced he put both hands on my waist possessively, and I let him. We'd only kno...

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 with an ass to die for. Her hair was naturally flaming red, the deepest and sweetest green eyes, and freckles all over her body, since that's what gingers do when they stay in the sun. This particular late sprin...

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 didn't like crowds, didn't like pretenses. But she went anyway, because she knew Avery would be there. And because she couldn't let Raye keep circling like she owned the place....

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 we slept together, waking to find Tammy in my bed seemed totally natural to me. In fact, seeing her sweet lovely face first thing in the morning filled me with so much joy and promise that I knew t...

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 look like a picture book. A perfect New England postcard. But then it started snowing harder, and harder, until a thick white blanket was falling across the road....

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 and was surprised to see Madeline, one of her 18 year old sixth form pupils standing there. She was known to be one of the most troublesome pupils in the school....

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 through a broker and shipped worldwide. My grandparents run things. Grandma Lucia runs the business side of things, grandpa Gino looks after the harvesting and pressing. My parents, Giulia and Luca, have no interest ...

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 white tanks, leather boots, cropped hair under a worn cap. In her world, things were straightforward: attraction, action, distance. Until Avery walked in....

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....

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 was already seated by the window when Sasha boarded. Lily's dress was short as usual, and her long naked legs crossed over each other....

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 simply wished the same for her daughter, a nice quiet life with a nice man......

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 from Brown University, and I was living at home with my parents. No job, no love life, no fucking future as far as I could tell. I slammed my vape into my handbag and stepped out of the car. The heat of summer crac...

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 look past that, because at its heart, this story is about Anne and her journey of self-discovery....

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 York....

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....

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 were in desperate need of both a rest and a drink after their relentless ride eastwards from the regional capital of Susa. It had been a while since she had been required to ride through the night and she tried...

"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 day. She turned her key in the lock and opened her front door. She walked into her house, kicked off her four inch black Red Bottom heels and proceeded to the kitchen to pour her a glass of wine....

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 was a new dawn, and this was too much....

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 in a single braid down to my ass crack. Square jawed, blue eyed, and full lipped. I thought my boobs were in the way more than I'd like. And I never bothered to start shaving anywhere. I've been told that as a ...

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 don't remember how I got in here, but I need to get out. All I need is something to eat for god's sake! The room keeps spinning and I keep passing out. The wall clock seems to have stopped even though the ha...

"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 shining black hair cascading down to her waist and the rings glinting under the fluorescents. Georgia blushed at memories too indecent for 9 a. m. on a Saturday morning....

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 Pemberton detective stories....

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 her to bring you a bottle of wine before you order your meal?"...

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 foundational, babe. That's the ache. That's the rot in the wood. You skip this? You don't understand shit. You'll be out here wonderin' who the fuck Emerald, Zoe, and Arden are instead of a bisexual fucki...