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The next morning came fast.
Too fast.
My alarm buzzed at five, but I was already awake--lying there in the quiet dark, Ginger curled beside me, her bare back warm against my chest. Her breathing was slow and even, one leg thrown over mine, her skin still smelling faintly of sweat, salt, and vodka....

This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older....

"... I don't ever recall having one" Rose replies in a rather soft and fragile tone - to Ken's smoothie quip; leaving me to then wonder how much she actually heard of Ken's and my own conversation. Ken himself is suppressing a chuckle, (he's acting a bit over-masculine and full of himself) so his smirk also tells Rose that she's been left out of some joke, that this isn't in reference to some blended fruit drink....

There are quite a few characters with names that have similarities, and there is a list of characters in the Series info for Stop Enslaving My Friends.

=/= Stop Enslaving My Friends! Chapter Five =/=

Kyle looked at the group of assembled women on their hands and knees. It was an arousing site, what with all of them being in underwear that was itself skimpy enough that the butt cheeks were almost completely uncovered. He saw four copies of the blocky letter K on four right butt cheeks, three bl...

This is a Harbinger96 original and is not to be shared, reposted, or redistribute without my consent. All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
Content Warning: Some offensive language and mention of reluctant acts.
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Ah yes, the first day of senior year. Every girl's dream. Unless you happen to be Hailee, of course.  ...

My naughty sister
Brooke always got into situations.
They were often of her making or devising and often ended in amusement even when it was questionable in taste or display simply because it was Brooke. From the time we were kids, I knew she was doing things on purpose as she would have this big smirk after everything was said and done. She really enjoyed it and it usually did not cause any problems for me, so I never said a word. She knew that I knew what she was doing but loved that I never said an...

(ALL CHARACTERS AND PERFORMERS are 18 years old or older) Mommy needs her handsome grown boy to help relieve her of her breast milk. are you thirsty? {adult breastfeeding} {nipple play} {clit rubbing} {light fingering} {orgasm}


Even Big Boys Still Need Mom's Milk by Pen15max29



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When mom finally divorced the useless man that was my dad, we had to move. It was just a classic story of him cheating and being an over all bad guy. Insulting her aging appearance and what he called her 'lack of effort'.
The most disappointing thing was to see the look on her face when he would say these things. It always pissed me off, and was completely untrue. Even though she was in her late forties, she was still a beauty. She always had classy soft make-up on that made her glow....

I wrote the first part of this over a year ago and then wrote the majority of this part not long after, but it just wasn't quite right and fell into the void while I was focused on other things. Finally got round to wrapping it up.
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It's been four months since my mum first sucked my cock. Unfortunately, all good things must good to an end. Rules are rules. She opened up her heart to me and made me an offer. 27 blowjobs. Nothing more. Nothing less. Well, three less actually. I only got 24 in the end ...

Last night by Ralph Tresvant plays on my phone as I get ready to step out tonight. I've been waiting to hit this lounge for a few months now and wanted to make sure everything was up to par before I stepped out. Lounges in D. C., especially during the summer were always jumping on a Saturday night. I hit the shower to freshen up and to make sure my hygiene is spot on. Hot weather and being musty don't mix when you out on the town....

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...

Clouds covering the mountain evaporate under the rising sun as golden light floods the cabin. Steam curls from Gaya's teacup.
Everyone will start waking now, she knows. Her cousin Terra up in the loft first, a little later both the women's groups in the lower bedrooms will be up, buzzing around.
She hears Terra step down from the loft, greets her, hey girl. The two walk into the kitchen arm in arm, shadows following them along walls and kitchen counters. They whisper and chat, each with her hand pinch...

Our train arrived at Sète station right on time. Mom and I had decided to spend a week in the south of France. It was not summer yet, but the sun was already shining hard on the beaches and on the city. What I wanted was a nice place with warm temperatures so we would not stay in the hotel all week. Also, I wanted to dress lightly so I could feel the sun on my body. If you have missed the previous chapter, I'm taking care of my mother, who is facing a divorce and a breakdown. What's more, she asked me to he...

Nabeela woke the next morning fresh but a little sore, feeling a little hollow, it wasn't till she was in the bathroom that she realised. The reason she was feeling hollow and something was missing, she didn't have buttplug in, for some reason it felt strange not to be wearing it. She finished her shower and thought she would go and wake Daddy. Sneaking into his room quietly, she saw that Daddy was not alone. Stella was asleep with him in the bed. She crept back out just as quietly and headed downstairs....

Can I Talk To You For A Minute?
This is so fucked up.
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I once made a promise to a woman, someone I cared deeply about. It was the hardest promise I ever made, but I kept the secret locked inside me for years. I'd only told one person, my wife, and she kept my confidence....

The sky looked fine as we left for dinner... maybe a few dark clouds and perhaps the wind was starting to pick up a bit, but we only had eyes for each other anyway. The third date is crucial, and the first two - a lunch date followed the next weekend by a long walk - had both gone well, and the kiss at the end of the second date had left us both wanting more. That was a week ago, and the past seven days had been spent reminiscing about that kiss and daydreaming about tonight, and whatever the weather had pl...

My nipples hardened and my whole body tingled as I straddled his body. It was really happening.
The fantasy I had nurtured for years was about to become reality, and as I placed my right hand down on his chest to balance my position, all anxiety vanished and was replaced with a wave of feminine assurance and excitement....

Automated Erotica


Two Stories From Sketch Undressed


by The Preve


Story Two


The Washed Up Intern


Part One


based upon, and a continuation of, "The Intern's Car Wash Misadventure"


by Sketch Undressed.


The author wishes to extend his thanks to Sketch Undressed for his permission in writing this story....

I'm headbanging and going mad on the dance floor of a metal music club, when I bump into a girl. The look she gives me when our eyes meet would melt steel.
She has short black hair and almost grey eyes, wearing a fishnet shirt with a sports bra underneath, a short skirt, black thigh socks and old Doc's on a petite frame, maybe 5' 6"....

Naked Yoga
Luke looked across his sextet of sexy yoga girls. The view was certainly better now than when they had commenced these classes six weeks ago. He had admired the earlier classes with the varied neon and pastel colors of their stretchy booty shorts, leotards, thongs, and sports bras.
As with all groups of women, they dressed for each other. It wasn't sexual between them; it was the natural impulse to be eye-catching to the male of the species. Their fashions progressed from street clothes to ...

Will hadn't expected retirement to feel like this.
The first few weeks had been full of brunches and gardening plans, weekend getaways that were now midweek adventures. But once the novelty wore off, the silence settled in. He'd spent decades in conference rooms, in business class seats, under fluorescent lights. Now, he found himself wandering their suburban home like a guest in someone else's life. Paula still worked part-time at the local clinic, and those hours alone left too much room....

Ch 1. Caught red handed

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This is my first story so feedback is appreciated! Chapters are being added as I write them :)
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Amberly panted as she ran her right hand down the inside of her thighs gently.
Ah!- She moaned, quickly placing her left hand over her mouth. She didn't want her girlfriend waking up, or more specifically, seeing her in this state. Luckily, Katie was a deep sleeper and wouldn't likely wake up anytime soon. It was 5 AM after all....

I had a table in the corner, as usual, long after the lunch rush. Stained linoleum, the salt was empty, my fork was bent. My coffee cup had a chip out of it. Well that's life at the beach. The prices at this joint, the Jolly Tiger, were pretty good, the food was great if you like grilled cheese; the waitress was cute, and the scenery was outrageous. Sunlight was streaming in the window between the flyers for bands in the bars and today's special, which was the same as every other day's special, crab cakes. ...

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...

The first time Amanda saw it, she knew her life would never be the same again.
She was in Woolstone's Bookstore, browsing the shelves and contemplating her life. Because of the latter, she hadn't come across any books on the former that stood out to her, she could barely even focus on titles and was actually just wandering aimlessly. She felt lost, pointless and aimless, so the wandering matched her inner state perfectly....

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...

It was unreal, I thought, to be waking up next to a naked Charlotte with her breasts pressed against my arm. Her hair was a tumbled mess, spilling all over the pillow and covering her face. I parted them now and tucked the strands behind her ears.
The sun was just beginning to come up in the window behind Charlotte and casted a soft light around her figure. She was breathing quietly, her lips slightly parted, and the worry lines that usually marked her face were smoothed out....