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I went to breakfast, as I often do, having the usual good cheer with Fran, tormenting her as I usually do, on a Wednesday morning. Despite our usual banter, she seemed to be a little unsettled. It was busy, and I didn't get to chat with her as is often the case. I finished my breakfast and got up to pay, leaving her a generous tip as I always did. I caught her eye as I was at the register, blowing her a kiss. It was the only time I saw her smile that day....

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All participants in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen and enthusiastically consenting. This story contains some anal play including the use of a butt plug. Enjoy!

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HERE YOU COME AGAIN (AND AGAIN)


by Eosphorus...

I was awaked by glaring sunshine that streamed through the southeast glass of my bungalow bedroom.
Squinting and shielding my eyes from the death ray sunbeam, I was able to discern the time on my bedside clock. 9:48 AM.
If it hadn't been for the urgent call from my bladder, I may have lolled about longer, but I forced myself to rise....

I spent a whole summer fucking a guy from my hometown after my sophomore year of college. Everyone always called him St. Nick or grandpa because he looked so much like Santa. He didn't pop my cherry, but he was my second and everything I know about sex and fucking, he taught me. He was 63, with an amazing cock. I delivered his lunch and caught him downstairs watching porn with a huge hard on. When he caught me staring he asked if I wanted a little snack. I didn't know what to do, but he started stroking my ...

Disclaimer, all characters, scenarios, places, names etc are fictitious. If by chance they remind you of someone its all in your mind.
A winter cruise around the Mediterranean with my Grand parents was dropped in my lap with no way out of it. My dad David Watson had booked it for their 60th wedding anniversary grandad Bob and granny Jackie thought they had been given the best present ever. A 5 star luxury cruise with all the extras, a tour in every port, the top drinks package, tips paid for and two gran...

We are meeting again and this time in public. I instructs you to wear shorts and no underwear, preferably loose sports type shorts and I tell her to wear a sundress and she is to be completely naked underneath it except for her new butt plug, I tell her to lube it up and put it in her arse before she leaves the house. You are to meet me at the mall at 3 pm sharp. I also tell you both that I will check that everything I told you to do is done as soon as you turn up and you better have done it....

My wife Tina and I are not swingers nor do we pursue the lifestyle. We are opportunists who, if an encounter presents itself, we are more likely than not grasp that opportunity with both hands so to speak. We are both in our early 60s and found each other later in life after both experiencing bad marriages and selfish partners. So our philosophy on life is that we will enjoy ourselves, each other and even others (together of course) if we think the fit is right....

Roommate
Chapter Nine
Gary spent a few more hours with me as we learned to please each other. The other boys came home and Gary ended up sneaking out, so they never knew he was there. But now their project is falling a bit behind, so now they are working harder on it, due to it being big points in their grade, so, our sex life totally died, due to this problem....

Today I'm not pleased because of Barry did something wrong yesterday...
Barry is in a beautiful, elegant suit with a flower in his pocket and a bow tie, with a gift and a bouquet of red roses in his hands, and I'm in a wide sweatshirt and stretched socks.
- "AAAH!! Mayme, what is this terrible clothes???"...

For context and history read the previous parts "Stuck Hiding with Avni" & "Avni's Acceptance". This is story #3 in the 'Adventures and Avni' Series.
Riya came after half an hour.
R: "Why'd you wanna meet?"
Me: "You won't breathe a word of what you weren't supposed to see today to anyone. For the simple reason that I believe in drowning along with others rather than just myself. So, if I hear that rumour, no matter who's whispering it, I'll tell them that you were there with us. W I T H US."...

Nothing much had changed at home. The week had dragged but the weekend had finally arrived. She had been looking forward to today, Peter was going out with his friends on a train crawl and she knew this meant that he would be out all day and most of the evening. And when he arrived home it would usually be with a kebab that he would half eat before falling asleep on the sofa....

Neha
Back when I was a student in London, waaay before the internet and cellphones, the Universities would send you a list of people who provided student accommodation in their homes.
I was a bit of a late enrolment onto my Automotive Mechanic course and so there wasn't a lot of choice but Neha Patel was fairly close to the College and reasonably priced....

After my second wife passed, I was weary of working. At 63, I was tired of my big yard to mow and my garden and living out in the country where I couldn't just walk around the corner to get a bite to eat. I also knew I needed to be around people and socialize and stay active, but I had no interest in one of those "old folk" developments....

All characters engaging in sexual behavior are over the age of eighteen.
Hello again. I'm trying something new and doing a bit of world-building for this story. So you will have to forgive me if it takes a little while to get to the naughty bits. In this world, oil is a rare and precious thing, thus the world has not moved past the age of the steam engine. But time and fashion have moved on, leaving the Victorian period behind and embracing less conservative styles....

Soon after we had arranged an afternoon/ evening of nearly non-stop sex for Amanda with 5 guys, plus Joe, Jane, and I, I was asked to take a job that would keep me out of town for about two weeks. This wasn't too unusual but since I had officially retired it wasn't as common as before. With our recent interactions with Joe, I felt better about leaving Amanda behind. In the past Amanda often came with me with a goal of trying to connect with some guy that would be interested in fucking her in our hotel. This...

Part 3: Sarah
As me and Margaret ate a salad and sipped a glass of wine for our evening meal Sarah joins the fold and comes through the house and greets me and Margaret. Margaret and Sarah embrace and peck each other on the cheek. Sarah just waves and winks at me. Margaret dictates to me "leave for a few minutes and clean up the kitchen."...

Angela is waiting for me when I get home from work and she is dressed like a total vamp. Short, tight red dress, sweeping neckline, high heels and seamed stockings.
"I went shopping. Do you like it?"
Do I like her get up she asks? Of course I do. I kiss her deeply, run my hand up under her skirt and find a pair of French knickers. I rub my fingers across the crotch and find them soaked. What is a man to do? I swivel her around, bend her over the couch facing the big TV and the almost as big mirror new...

Normally I only use FOWNY on the weekends, but not this time. I came home from work on a Wednesday, all horned up. We had a new associate at my job, a hot blonde, all lips and tits. We hadn't even spoken with each other yet, but just the sight of her made me rock hard! I knew I couldn't wait until the weekend; I needed some relief now!...

"Jesus! When was the last time you guys cleared the basement out?" James coughed, pulling the collar of his shirt over his mouth and nose to avoid breathing in any more particles from the dust cloud that mushroomed away from the old armchair he had attempted to pick up with his father. "The dust down here is probably older than I am."...

Authors note; I really hadn't considered carrying on this story, but due to you lovely people encouraging me I felt I must. As I started writing again I realised I had missed Susan (and Ed), so thank you.
The Cottage with the Red Door pt2.
Four months later...
Ed saw the cottage door opening before he had even switched off the engine. His girlfriend climbed off the back of the bike and waited patiently. Ed took his helmet off and smiled at Susan who was standing up against the door frame with her a...

This is a fantasy story of an older black woman trying to set up a date on an internet dating app. There's a younger white man and both are going to have consensual sex with no underage sex.
If you don't like the story just please move on! Themes of Interracial sex between an older black women and younger white man....

Dalton, Sarah, and Corey walked through the doors of the Denver Convention Center and made their way toward the event badge collection line.
Corey groaned and rubbed his head. "Did that whiskey creep up on you guys too? I feel like I got run over by a truck."
Sarah and Dalton silently nodded, both also feeling groggy and stiff from their night spent on the mountainside in the car....

It was the usual Wednesday night shift, calm except for the orders I received here and there, quiet except for the soft humming of the regulars and tranquil except for the sensual Jazz playing in the background. The cold February Chill was kept outside by the heating and the low lighting created the alluring vibe that the bar was known for....

Hey guys I need to confess one of my craziest sex stories of all time. When I was working in a shopping mall, a very handsome musician named Jake worked in the music store next to me. We used to do some harmless flirting all the time, but it never went any further than that. I had recently broken off a long term relationship and the last thing I wanted was another one....

It had been a week since my previous encounter with Jenny. We'd enjoyed some fabulous fucking at her place, but the following morning she'd insisted I leave early, while it was still dark. And since kissing her goodbye that morning, I'd heard nothing from the woman. But I kind of expected that. She was facing the triple moral dilemma of being married, being my ex mother-in-law and being years older than me....

I walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I was naked after my shower. My wife, Jenny, still dressed, was sitting on the edge of the queen-sized bed. "Sit down beside me, Bob," she said, patting the bed. I sat down.
"I want you to fuck Ethel," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. She kissed me on the cheek....

Author's Note, Thanks again to kenjisato for editing and suggestions.
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David walked into his apartment, and after grabbing a beer, plopped onto the sofa. He reflected on the new neighbor, Lauren, he had met minutes earlier, pleased at the idea of having such eye-candy around. That thought, in turn, led his mind to Bridget....

The warm Italian sun spilled into their bedroom, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow. Sarah stirred from her deep, satisfied slumber, her body pleasantly sore from her and Albert's nocturnal activities. Albert lay naked beside her, still sound asleep as he spooned her from behind, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist. Despite his age, the old man had stamina that never ceased to amaze her....

The patriarch of the Jung family stood ramrod straight, a forced smile on his face. Next to him stood his golden-haired wife, his twin nineteen-year-old daughters, and his seventeen-year-old son. All were arrayed in their best finery and hoped their smiles would appear suitably sincere. To think such an ancient custom would affect them. The law was clear as it was ancient. One house, chosen at random, must open itself to inspection on the eve of the birthday on which the crown prince achieved his majority, ...

**Author's note**
In 1982, Al Pacino starred in a movie titled Author! Author! This story has no relationship to that movie other than the title, which is the inspiration for the following submission.
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"Good evening class.
Your homework assignment was to write a scene of two people in a relationship, in conflict....