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'So you really think we owe our brain capacity to extraterrestrial interference?' Ursula asks, Herbert nods, he's once again riding his hobbyhorse.
'It must be,' he says, 'the discrepancy between our intellectual capacities and the rest of the animal world is so staggeringly huge, it can never be the result of normal evolution.'...

Thank you for the likes and feedback on part one. I had intended it being a single part but when I opened my mind to more, I found this story and loved writing it. I have some references to historically correct persons of the age but this isn't a history story and I've made my own universe in that timeline. The same goes for use of addressing Lords and Ladies, my story, my rules. I hope you enjoy, more story than sex but I promise it's in there! All straight sex, all over 18....

Note: This is a rewrite to hopefully improve on the originally submitted version.
I'm Brent and I've been married to Diana for fifteen years, and we have a great sex life. I have short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a good build for being forty-three years old.
My wife Diana has shoulder length black, hazel eyes, droopy C-cup tits, and a great build for being forty-one years old....

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTIONAL story that will contain incest. It will be told from the first person perspective, do not mistake this for a confession or a genuine re-telling. I do not endorse, condone, or have an interest in real incest, I just love the stories.
The summer following my 18th birthday was the best of my life, for that was the summer I lived with my aunt Nicole. My birthday fell one month before I graduated highschool and my parents were none too happy about my decision to take a year's b...

Claire moves like she's underwater--slow, deliberate, her gaze locked on mine as if peeling away layers with each sway of her hips. She undresses one piece at a time, not for show, but for power. When she straddles me, her bare skin grazing mine, her lips press against my neck like a secret.
I want to stop her. I want to ask where Sarah is. But I don't. I can't....

The faint scent of drying gloss lingered in the air around her, the clean scent of brand new rubber mats contrasting it with a dull, plastic like smell. Natural light poured through the small high window, catching the edge of her new yoga mat and the gleam of polished concrete. Her activewear sat folded on the corner of the bench, new, fresh, unworn....

After my buddy once again left me on my bed, spread like a starfish, hard as a rock with his dried nut on my face, I didn't immediately get up. Rather, I stuck my index finger, wet with some of his cum, into my hungry asshole and pleasured myself for a long while. It felt amazing to slide inside myself using another man's sperm. Scooping more of it off my forehead into my palm and spreading it around my rim had a profoundly incredible way of turning me on. It felt so good to penetrate and flood my insides w...

Mardi Gras 2010
This story recounts what I would call a peak of bravery regarding public exposure for me. My wife and I have been to Mardi Gras in New Orleans for the past 3 years straight. I had decided quite a while back that this would be the year to really push the envelope, and wear a costume of some kind that was very skimpy, very sexy. About 3 weeks before we were to take off, my wife informed me that her parents were going to join us! I absolutely crashed on the idea. Here I was planning on spend...

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, depicting sexual situations between consenting adults at least eighteen years of age.
I was hanging out over at Russ Layne's house one Friday night. Russ was one of my closest friends and I was often at his house. He lived with just his dad, who was really cool and didn't give us a hard time about what time we came in. Russ's house, over the course of our high school years, became the default party house for a moderately sized core of friends and acquaintan...

Lavender G i rls


© Literocat 2009, 2025

On my way to an urgent meeting in the Bronx, I questioned the irritating and routine circuit I followed every week. Over the bridge, stuck for hours on the Cross Bronx, on and on and on inhaling exhaust fumes. I needed a change. Just for grins, I revisited the metro of days long past. Walking the long tunnels and the small underground bridge, the mild, stale urine aromas made me nostalgic -- and dizzy. I'm so happy this was so well cleaned since my l...

I awoke on the small twin-sized bed snuggling Clara. I kissed her hair and she began to stir. She sighed and stretched and yawned.
"Good morning Jack." She said, turning to me and gazing deeply into my eyes. Whether she was looking for any hint of regret or not, I don't know. Either way she kissed me softly, closing her eyes. I kissed her back and my manhood pressed against her lovely ass....

John couldn't believe it was going to actually happen, probably, maybe. He felt like he was the only 21-year-old virgin on the planet. But after tonight, not anymore. He and Alexis had been going out for a month, and their physical relationship had progressed nicely. He had had his first orgasm not done by his own hand on their last date....

This is a Harbinger96 original fiction and is not to be reposted or shared without my permission. All characters involved in sexual acts are 18 years old or older.
None of the wrestlers or the brand are real.
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"This is Wayne," I said as I answered my phone.
"Hey big man. I know it's your day off, but do you have any plans?" my boss, Josh, asked. If he called on my day off, it meant he was renting out my services....

With our bellies filled and a cartoon on the screen everyone began to calm down. I'd put together a pillow fort around the entire bed, something Ro seemed to love while she's anxious and Treyna looked much calmer within it. She laid on her belly to face the screen in front of us, her tail swiping along my stomach gently, occasionally her left ear would twitch with her quiet giggles. My mind was on something else though. Trey managed to get to the inn with the clothes on her back, but everything else was bac...

Everyone engaged in sex is over eighteen. No real sex but a lot of talk about sex. Some masturbation and exhibition. All fiction. Considering recent recriminalization of human trafficking this story is out of step with the times.
Cocotte: a sex worker fantasy
I remembered Bonita Moreno. She still had incredibly long black hair. It was woven into a rope and twisted up on itself so that it only fell to her midback. I bet when she undid it, her hair would still fall far past her butt, just like it did in...

My name is Aki Nogano, and as a young girl I was like a mouse. Small, straight brown hair in pigtails, brown eyes. High pitched squeak of a voice. Barely a creature to be noticed. Always a little sickly as a child, in my early teens I fell seriously ill. For almost three years I was in a convalescent facility trying to regain my health and get stronger. By the time I had recovered it seemed the world had moved on from me....

This the 5th and final part 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'...

A few weeks later, I woke up on my 26th birthday. I realized I was alone in bed. My boss had given me the morning off, so it was past ten by that point. Cameron and James had already left for work. My morning erection tugged at the silky sheets as I rolled onto my back.
My two hung lovers had abstained from entering my ass for the past couple of days. They said it was because they were saving my hole for "something special." They refused to give me any more details than that....

Desires of the Crimson Tulip Bloom: A Bisexual Tale

Disclaimer: The story, the characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to someone is co-incidence. The author at any point shows no discrimination either by race, color, gender, identity or ideology. All fictional characters are at least 21 years of age....

"Well, without tooting my own horn too much," laughed Rick, standing up and inflating himself through his nose with a breath of pride, "These new bots are EONS beyond what we had before."
'Huh, and so soon?' thought Lucas, looking at Rick with half-awe, half-jealousy. Had Rick really managed to come up with an augmented technology... over the weekend!? Lucas knew Rick was brilliant, and he knew he could become obsessive once he was working on a project he loved, but... well, Lucas couldn't quite help but...

The symbiotic Travelers


The Wars of


the Worlds


BADSAM

It is June 29, 1914, Zlatex comes home from where he has been working as a writer for the Sacramento Bee newspaper since 1899. Yaphet is in the kitchen fixing some peach cobbler, one of his favorite desserts. He gives her a sad frown. They hug and kiss. After they break the lip lock, she wipes some flour residue off his shirt. His arms are still around her waist with his hands in the small of her back, holding her ...

Note: This story is my own making, No one in this story is real, and all characters are above eighteen years old.
Characters Details:
Luxy (Lakshmy) = nineteen (Younger Daughter And Little Sister)
Ravi (Ravi Kumar) =twenty-two (Eldest Son And Big Brother)
Vinay (Vinayagam) =forty-five (Father and Husband)...

This was Mariah's first marathon but, like those on the line with her, she was sure it was going to be memorable, although, unlike many of the others around her, positioned on the line ready for their mark, she was not a professional but, she demurred slightly, a talented amateur. She had her own reasons for taking part in the marathon this year, the biggest being the rule change....

Those first three days were like drinking from a chastity firehose. Ash and Jason took to owning me way easier than I thought they would. We were two weeks in at this point and my balls were on full-time sizzle. After my embarrassing begging moment I was determined to be strong and show that I was tough....

Naomi Pledges S. L. T. 01
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"I can't believe I let you talk me into this!" As I half yelled at my new roommate.
The blonde beauty half yelled at me, "Relax it's Greek row. All the sororities and fraternities are here organizing different event's for school and looking for pledge's for the first week of school prior to classes starting."...

"All I want for Christmas is you..."
John's suspicions, evoked by the vague sound of pop music from within his house, were, unfortunately for the mild headache he was already failing to ignore on the way home from work, confirmed upon entrance into the house, at which point the dulcet tones of one Mariah Carey went from muffled and vague to all too real....

After arriving at Cabo Loco, Carl and his daughter left the Mexican bus then ran into their hotel room. He lifted his daughter's jersey, feeling up her naked tits and pussy.
"Nothing like a prime piece of teen pussy. Bianca are you ready for a Naughty Nap?"
"Not now Daddy, I'm totally starving. I didn't get no breakfast."...

Author's notes: This is the first chapter in a series that's the sequel to A Model Romance, my previously completed series about a whirlwind courtship between Anna and Charlie. This series picks up a few days after the end of A Model Romance, and I've written this chapter as both a recap and a jumping-off point for more adventures. While I hope I did a good job recapping the events of the first series for new readers in a natural way, you may enjoy reading that one first, as it lends a lot of context and ch...

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All of the emotions, those he'd embraced, and those he'd pushed deep down, now flooded Jason's head. It was all too much. He lay under the weight of his new man, still plugged full of the massive cock and copious amounts of cum, unable to reclaim the control of himself. Tyler's loving touch slowly calmed him, and together, their breathing slowed. Nothing would ever be the same from this point forward. Tyler took a large piece of him, and now he held it effortlessly in the palm of his hand....

The click of the camera echoed softly through the bedroom. Every corner was familiar, yet tonight it felt heavy with anticipation. I knelt where he placed me, the cool floor kissing my knees. My hands rested on my thighs, my back straight, chest lifted, eyes down.
"Good girl," he said, voice smooth....