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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....

We became mates through Reddit when we came across pics we'd both posted. Through DMs we realized we liked a lot of the same things and had the same interests sexually although I was almost twice your age. After a fair bit of chat back and forth we took the step to meet in person and have been meeting once a week for a wank buddy session. We have held and touched each other's cocks but haven't progressed much past that. During these sessions you predominantly choose mature Asian porn to watch. At first I th...

Aka "A X for a Z".
As old as humanity, as ubiquitous as conflicts between peoples, a tradition has accompanied man since he stood erect with both feet on Earth: the battle of generations. Whether motivated by the difference in energy, values ​​and fashions between people of different ages or simply as a desperate attempt to point fingers and name villains (and heroes), it is not uncommon for groups who were born in similar times to elect this or that generation as the cause (or solution) for all of socie...

I took time to decide how the book was going to end thats why the updates were late in case I needed to come back and change anything. Im dropping a character list next, and then the long awaited LoveSong!
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My nipples pricked in the cool air, snow hadn't fallen and yet it was still just too damn cold. Jamie took to lifting me again when I slipped on an awry piece of ice one of the men trekked into the building and I haven't lived it down all day. He watches me like a hawk, ...

No sexual involvement with a person under 18 years old is mentioned.
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I got my first child-size tennis racket at the age of 6. I came from a not-so-well-to-do family, but the precious son was their priority. Near our apartment was a tennis court, and on multiple occasions, after school, I used to go there, sit down and watch adults playing the game. I was fascinated by the athleticism of some of the players and later, in my room, attempted to imitate their movements....

Author's Note: If you are an historian especially of the Medieval Period of Europe and the Middle East please do be aware that I have taken some serious liberties with all sorts of things, especially the time the story is set in, the people, the battle tactics and the politics so please accept this as a work of complete and utter fiction and not a new and butchered version of Medieval history. Thanx...

For a few years, my wife has met with a woman every second Friday afternoon to help her organize the various rooms and places in our house. I sometimes wondered (as the fee was not cheap) why she needed this help and was not able or willing to do the organizing work herself, but she kept explaining to me that without someone who is 'holding her hand' during this process, it would be hard if not impossible to do this herself. Over time, I got used to these visits and realized how much nicer and more presenta...

The overall concept of this storyline came from remembering back, and wishing, hoping for an experience like this.
All character descriptions, actions, thoughts, and depictions are pure fantasy. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. Any resemblance to an actual person, incident, location, or slice of reality is purely coincidental. If anyone is offended by a story of an older woman and a younger man, then understand that I am trying to entertain and not offend....

After Drunkenness
Liu Xu was drunk, went to the wrong floor and opened the door of her upstairs neighbor's house with his own key. Inside the house, Meng Li is taking a bath. Liu Xu, who was in a state of delirium, thought that Meng Li, who was taking a bath, was the man she had a crush on. She lunged forward, grabbed the stick in the man's crotch, puckered her mouth, and muttered, "Xiao Bai, this thing of yours is so thick, it's as big as it was in the dream." Meng Li frowned and looked at her in disgus...

It had been at least a year since the first time I had sex with Sheila, a cigarette-smoking-polyester-pants-wearing Second-hand goods dealer at the outdoor Nimitz Road Flea Market. The thing is, I'm 20 and she's a lot older. A year ago, I might have cared what you thought about me, seducing an innocent old lady and all. Hilarious. Not only did I not seduce her, Shiela out and out played me like a fiddle, fucked me hard, used me like she wanted and just stopped when she was done. I don't know what you call i...

You ever just have a crush on somebody, but know you'll never get the chance to be with them? Yea, I thought that too. It was the year 2020, I had to fly home for my father's funeral. I was sad, very vulnerable. I knew I'd see him; he was my dad's best friend. I've wanted him for as long as I can remember. His smile, his smell, his oblivious mindset. I would flirt and flirt with him and he'd never think twice about it. I'd go as far as wearing a white t-shirt with no bra just to see if he was paying attenti...