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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...

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 ...

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....

"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....

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...

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...

Katy is absolutely adorable. She's a petite blonde with a short and raggedy shag cut, green eyes, and a perpetual smile full of mischief. Small breasts and a cute butt. She dresses as a good girl. White blouses, often under sweaters or vests that make her look even more diminutive and sweet. Her jeans are always clean, never ripped or worn, just tight enough but not too tight. She might have them tucked into tall English riding boots, or she might wear soft suede mocs or perfect white leather sneakers. But ...

It had been years since I felt this much rage. I had been an angry child. Continuously abandoned and dragged from place to place as adults falsely promised that they would be my new home, I moved through life with a hardened heart and bruised fists.
I hurt others before they hurt me. I was impenetrable....

My name is Sarah, and the following takes place right after the end of part 2.
I called Katie, and she answered on the second ring. I told her who it was, and she said, I'm so happy you called."
I loved the sound of her voice, she reminded of the actress who's last name ends in Moore. She has that same almost horsey sound to her voice. I tell her, "I'm happy you gave me your number. I have been looking forward to calling you all day."...

***Thank you to MsDirector for editing this story***
She wiped a few wisps of blonde hair from her forehead as she looked around the busy shopping mall for her connection. Then she saw him, the faded blue jeans, plain white t-shirt and a burgundy college leather jacket. The blonde girl walked over fishing in her pocket for her money. She stood beside the college boy and looked around to see if anybody was watching them....

I've been friends with Lana for pretty much as long as I can remember. We were inseparable in high school, stayed friends through college and both came back home after college to build our adult lives. She got married right out of college while I spent some more time finding myself and came out as queer several years ago. Now, we were both married, but she was finding herself in a sexual rut lately and, with her husband's consent, wanted to try something new. She knew that Natalie and I sometimes invited ot...

The apartment was tucked above a bakery on a quiet street in downtown-a place just big enough to have everything, but small enough to still feel like it belonged to you. The second-floor space was cozy and sun-drenched, filled with mismatched candles and the hum of a shared life. It smelled faintly of vanilla, espresso, and the sweet powdery scent of designer perfume clinging to the couch cushions....

"Would you like some Champagne, Miss Barnes, or can I get you something else?" I am so rarely referred to as 'Miss Barnes' that I took a moment to realise she was talking to me. She being the stewardess on the private jet that was about to take off and deliver me and Jenny Comer, Patel's head of security, to Mumbai at the start of my Indian exploration....

A Favor for a Favor: The Study Date
Story by Comic Girl
This story is a spin-off chapter from my 'Favor for a Favor' story, which is inspired by Ann Douglas' excellent story, 'The Price'.
If you have not done so, please read it and send her praise.
It was 6:30 Friday evening, and the lovely Celia Daniels was eagerly awaiting the arrival of her study date, the alluring Dana Warner. Even though the 18-year-old high school senior knew that this was going to be one girl helping another study so she ...

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, many in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION. No marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce, or you think ...

Stephanie greeted her best friend, Vicky, at her front door with a hug, having invited her over for lunch and a chat.
"Where's Greg?" Vicky asked.
"Golf with his buddies. What else on a Saturday?"
"Did Lizzy get home?"
"Yes! Just yesterday. Went shopping, of course. I can't believe she just finished her first year at college. They grow up so fast." Stephanie replied....

5th Chapter in the Series: Thick Wife Becomes Cam Girl
Chapter 1:
Lily is meeting with one of her best friends, Jasmine. Lily constantly stressed about money, bills, and lack luster sex life is spilling it all out to Jasmine. Jasmine is hesitant to say anything but finally tells Lily, that she is actually very financial secure and living a very comfortable lifestyle thanks to a side job she does, being a cam girl....

( I have to give credit to Rick Paula for helping me edit this chapter, huge thank you)
It had been a few weeks since Nasreen and Jayne had seen each other. Life and work had just gotten in the way. It was Nasreen's day off, and she had planned to go shopping for a few bits and head home when she spotted Jayne in the school playground. She walked up behind and said,...

She should have never come here.
The chapel was half-devoured by the forest, ribs of stone poking through a gown of ivy and ash. The stained glass had bled its color long ago. Birds did not sing here. Nothing pure remained.
And yet she came--barefoot, breathless, drawn by the same fever that had haunted her dreams for weeks. Always the same figure waiting. Always the same pull between her thighs. Desire carved too deep to ignore....

It's funny how a simple thing like a telephone ringing can kill a moment while at the same time provide a new opportunity. That's what was running through my mind as I hurried across the front yards into my house.
I had just spent a wonderful evening dining with our new next door neighbors. Now while sitting in a hot tub enjoying wine and weed I witnessed one of the most spectacular acts of sexual voluptuousness between a Black Adonis and his Nubian Queen. I couldn't help but want what she was getting an...

Music floated, people drank, ate and laughed. String lights and lanterns looped between beams of the dining shelter and pine trees, a golden net over everyone.
Kayla stood near the door with paper cup of juice, watching people eat and drink. Locals, rangers, and instructors from partner camps. Lots of new names to learn....

Turning Contest: A Movie Theatre
Summary: A kinky threesome transpires in a dark theatre.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion.
Thanks to OhDave1 and Shuj for proofreading.
THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women....