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Casey is 18, Dave is 40. Lottie is just Lottie.
Dave looked himself over.
New breast forms--bit bigger than the last set. The cats had clawed one open last week, silicone leaking like guilt onto the bathroom floor. So--treat yourself. Go a cup size up.
He adjusted the bra straps, twisted at the waist, checked his silhouette in the mirror. He could live with it. Hell, he looked good. Lipstick check. A smudge at the corner; gone with a flick of a nail....

NOTE: I've changed the names in this story out of privacy concerns.
I have a great circle of friends. First, there's my roommate Megan who I've been best friends with since high school, and who went to the same college as me. She has a boyfriend, John, who is funnier than a person has a right to be....

The sky glowed in warm streaks of orange and pink as Sky and Nora walked barefoot along the shore, their footprints fading with the tide. Sky wore her favorite soft blue bikini, her dark braid damp and resting over one shoulder. Nora walked beside her in a simple white bikini that made her golden tan stand out even more. Her long strawberry blonde hair was tousled from the ocean breeze, pulled into a loose bun with a few strands framing her freckled face. Her skin was sun-kissed from days spent outside, glo...

Emily Morgan was 14 minutes late, mildly damp, and spiritually unraveling. Her notebook was clutched like a flotation device, her map app had betrayed her for the last time, and she was starting to suspect college wasn't built for people with a clear moral code and a tragic fondness for Elizabethan verse....

The medical chamber smelled of antiseptic and something deeper, warm skin, nervous sweat, the faint floral hint of Dr. Anjali's perfume clinging to the stifling air. Just the three young women, Nimmi, Ruvini, and Shalini, standing in varying states of composure before Dr. Anjali's polished teak desk....

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Five - Thanksgiving 2055

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....

Betty was still snuggled against me when I woke uo. It was still light outside, and it was delightful laying with her in that obscenely soft bed but I had to pee. As gently as I could I got up and went to the bathroom. Small and old fashioned, it had a huge, deep clawfoot tub. I always wanted to soak in a tub like that, big enough to engulf me completely. And Bety too!...

It was 6:30 am, and Allyson arrived at her job working in the parts department at the local car dealership. There was a lot to accomplish before 7:00 when the mechanics arrived and the local shops would start sending in orders for parts to be picked up, and Allyson did not want to waste any time getting the day set for success. That first hour would be the busiest, and she hoped that her new coworker, Amber, would be on time. For the short time she had worked for Morgan Auto, Amber was building a reputation...

This story is written for the Literotica Convention 2025 writer's challenge. The convention occurs at the Grand City Hotel and the programme is attached at the end. The story involves elements of Anal, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Swapping and even mild Bondage. I still think the Erotic Couplings is the most appropriate category, but be warned....

Human Resources: The Intern, Kaylee, Part 1
"OH MY GOSH!", Kaylee Farmer screamed excitedly when she opened and read the letter. It was from the Michelle Pruit Advertising Firm, the firm to which she'd applied for an intern position. A member of their HR department had visited her small, Missouri college, Harris-Stowe State University, and had seemed to be pleased with her interview. But it seemed like it took forever for them to finally make a decision. She'd almost written them off and figured she'd ju...

It was a warm spring day as I was driving home from work at the end of the day. Despite the nice weather, I was feeling stressed as I was hoping I would get there in time to nurse my baby girl Addie. She was home with my nanny, Mari. I was looking forward to seeing her after being gone all day. My soon to be ex Ryan was supposed to be picking her up after work but I didn't think I was going to make it before he picked her up....

I recognised her as soon as she walked into my treatment room. Tammy Allen, visiting the spa where I worked and coming to me for a massage. All through the last two years of school she'd lived in my dreams and made my life a nightmare. She was the one who gave me the nickname Lezzica. From Jessica.
And from that one time I kissed her, and she kissed me back, and we giggled, and then did it some more, and it felt right and thrilling and it confirmed to me that this was what I wanted. And then the next day...

Rebel Girl
Content Warning: This work has themes of illness, grief, loss, and domestic dispute. If any of these things are triggering to you, please, please read the tag at the very end of the story. It goes into more detail about what this story covers. Some spoilers, but it's better to be informed....

Everybody likes to feel that the house they live in, is their home. Mine is no different. I moved for some peace and quiet and for a space to run my business. Where are we? An isolated, semi detached former farm worker's cottage. Victorian red brick with two bedrooms. Big enough, as it is just me. Half a mile from the nearest village and five miles from our local town. What was the tipping factor? The previous owner had built an art studio, in the garden. Fully fitted out with electricity and plumbing, a ba...

Please note that while firmly a lesbian story, this contains significant elements of surrender and submission...
Virginie woke with the shift of the mattress. Small, almost indetectable, but she had always been a light sleeper so it woke her regardless.
Through barely opened eyes, she saw Caitlin carefully extricating herself from the bed. Even in trying to be stealthy, the Englishwoman moved with a certain precision that Virginie found revealing... the controlled movements of someone perpetually mana...

The Velvet Room Pt. 05: The Rulebreaker
Ch 9.
The following Monday morning, Victoria waited for Elena in her office, with the blinds closed. Elena entered and shut the door, locking it behind her. Victoria dutifully began to unbutton her silk blouse and pull off her pants, taking off everything until she was stark naked. She folded everything neatly and placed it all on a pile on her desk....

Thank the Lord it was Friday. Oh, but what a week it'd been. It was clear that half the freshman class wasn't ready for their quiz on multiplying polynomials by monomials, while the majority of sophomores couldn't remember algebra I enough to understand basic geometry. With a sigh, Lorena Rivers covered her eyes with the back of an arm as she mustered the strength to crawl out of bed. She considered that perhaps her teaching style was not up to par and she simply failed the students due to her lack of exper...

Please note that while firmly a lesbian story, this contains significant elements of surrender and submission...
The townhouse was filled with the sound of conversation and laughter, the guests happy that Friday was here and the weekend stretched ahead, the warm glow of the host's assortment of period lamps casting shadows across the ornate Victorian features. Caitlin sipped her gin and tonic, surveying the gathering with the same analytical eye that she applied to a client's financial reports in her rol...

My girlfriend, Danni, and I visit my dad about once a month. He lives alone in the house my family grew up in and every time we arrive, he says, "There's my little girl, Deeds," even though I'm an inch shy of six feet and taller than he is. Deeds is short for Deirdre, his pet name for me that everybody now uses. My dad's a joy but at his age he can't get around as well as he used to, so we moved his bedroom downstairs, and he stays on just the first floor. He is still sharp and funny, and we love spending t...

Loving Danielle
Danielle and me have been in love and living together for more than a year. She has always been very caring and responsible.
This femme, gorgeous, caring girl who is younger than me by a few years could be very dominant but never mean. We cuddle a lot. She never touches me sexually unless I indicate that I expect her to make love....

This is a slowburn lesbian romance series. Some chapters are slower than others. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 17
"She asked... if you want to watch us kiss..."
My eyes popped wide open, and my heart began to pound. I was left frozen, noticing the optimistic look on Juri's face, as well as the nervous one on Alana's......

-Always Strapped 3: Foreplay-
By, Unit 6
Plot: An assassin misses her shot and then heads to a gala.
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, novelty toys, 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 similariti...

"Have you been avoiding me?" Deedee asks.
We make a habit of studying together, or more accurately, she makes a habit of coming to my room.
"No, why?"
"You usually... do things to me. These days you don't even, like, try. We only did it a few times, but ever since that first week you've been kinda off?"...

She was trying to get my attention and she had succeeded. She's damn sexy; Dark curly hair, pale blue eyes, a few freckles across her cheekbones. Small round boobs in a white halter top, bare midriff to low cut shorty shorts. Great legs, bare feet. "I couldn't help but notice you Babe," I told her.
She smiled sweetly, "Me too. I'm Betty." She extended a slim arm and small hand....

It had been six weeks since Lillie and I's trip to the cabin. She had almost moved in with us. She started staying just one night a week, then two or three nights a week, and she hasn't gone home at all this week. She pranced around our house like a little nude princess. Doing as she pleased and getting lots of rewards....

I've always been an Abba fan but I've never published a story with an Abba song as the title. The original title sounded morbid and I decided that this was a much better title. The story was born in Bloomsbury Square on my way back from Melbourne last year. It's set partly in London, 2024 and Melbourne 2001. I've reintroduced Penny and Robyn from Women Who Talk and other characters from the story, which is available on Literotica if you want to refresh your memory....

Mom and I entered her bedroom and I instructed her to removed her tshirt and lay face down on the bed sheets. She did as I told her and I removed my tshirt as well. I went into my room and got my massage oil from my bag along with a couple of old sheets from my dresser. I yelled out to my mom that I would be a couple of minutes that I needed to go to the bathroom first. I used this as a ploy to sneak outside her door and peak to see if she would touch herself while I was out of the room. I went to the bathr...

It was a cold afternoon; the city lay shrouded in fog, visibility cut short. Lila strode toward her favorite coffee shop, her leather jacket fending off the chill. She raised a hand to fix her long black hair, beaded bracelets jangling on her wrist, then pressed her glasses back on her face before stepping inside. A novel bell jingled as she entered. Erza's eyes flicked to the door to greet the new customer, but a familiar shadow haunted the threshold. She relaxed, a smirk creeping across her lips....

Mom and I didn't sleep but about an hour or so before she woke me up hugging and kissing me. I was glad to see that she woke me up like this instead of the we need to talk. She seemed in quite a good mood and happier than I have seen her in years. She asked me what should we get into today or did I have plans. I told her that I had no plans other than to call Pam later on and talk with her. Pam was my best friend growing up and was coming home for Spring Break today. Other than that, my only other plan was ...

WARNING. There is an incident involving violence with a weapon in this chapter. Nobody is seriously hurt, but please be aware.
Carys had done her best to tidy the hotel room a little, showered, and went home soon after Alice had left. She had something to eat, found a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a T-shirt to replace the red bikini, and pottered around the house, killing time....