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Marine Vet Ch 03
The Table Turns
This story is fiction. But unfortunately, the premises on which it is built have been repeated over and over. And it seems that even the small amount we do to help those who have fought for us is being cut back. Veterans, thank you for your service. Everyone in the story is over 18. I wish to emphasize that all of the places described are fictional--including Eden (not the Eden which coincidentally is an actual small town in Northern Indiana) and SICC. ©Copyright, 2025...

Why did it have to be nudism?
My little brother announced during dinner on his 18th birthday that he was becoming a nudist. Stunned silence. "Thoughts? Anyone?"
After what seemed like an eternity, our mom managed to swallow her bite of food and spoke. "A-a-a-a nudist? As in walking around in nothing but what the Lord gave you?"...

Note: This novel is not episodic. The chapters do not work as stand-alone stories. This chapter will not make sense without reading the Prologue and prior chapters.
Chapter 3: Jaleh Breaks, Technically
Jaleh had conflicting feelings about what Carmelita had become. On the one hand, Jaleh had now talked with Carmelita more than she had ever talked with anyone in their life, and while Carmelita had a naive attachment to empathy and altruism, she also had common sense and a quiet strength that Jaleh admi...

Rachel braced herself, expecting what most men would do next. Suck her tits for another minute, then move into position behind her or slide in front -- cock at her mouth for a proper spitroast.
But Nate didn't follow the script.
As his tongue flicked expertly at her nipple, one of his hands slid down her stomach. His touch was firm but exploratory -- not hesitant, not hurried. This was new. Unexpected. And she loved every second....

Like most days, Sunday was yet another sunny day with temperatures forecast for the mid 30's.
Because I'd been fretting the night before so hadn't got to sleep till late, which at least let me sleep in till 7:30.
By 8 we were having tea and toast, then at 8:30 I started to get ready at a leisurely pace - shower, enema (the imodium would work for another 24 hours so it was mostly for self confidence), hair, makeup, porno whore Mariemur Mirabella leather strappy full body harness style thing, stockings ...

The Abbey Farm Curse
Chapter Thirteen.
For some reason to do with allowing concrete to 'go off' that I never did quite figure out, the builders weren't able to start back laying drainpipes until after lunch. But as it happened that suited us, because none of us were in a real hurry to get up and get dressed on that Wednesday morning. We lay together in an untidy heap of limbs and bodies and exchanged the occasional soft kiss between gentle caresses. It was nice, but just as when we went to bed the eve...

You'd kept me up the night before. I wouldn't have it any other way - still, I was exhausted.
Worked for as long as I could, but I had to take a nap. I set my timer for 35 minutes and dozed right off. Little did I know you were coming home earlier today.
You wanted to surprise me - work has been really difficult for me lately. A bunch of flowers, my favourite snacks, movie planned and home early = a surprise you knew I'd love. In lieu of that, you didn't announce your arrival. Quietly heading for the ...

Those who have read my previous stories will remember that my wife Patty is 42 years old and she used to be very conservative regarding sex, sexual acts, sexual fantasies, games etc. But her attitude towards these issues changed completely after our trips to Amsterdam and Vienna. Patty is now a woman with liberated ideas about sex and perhaps a little hungry and anxious to get her fill of what she had lost in the previous years....

This story is completely fiction and for entertainment only.
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It had been two weeks since Tate and Olivia set up their little dare and betting situation with me. Olivia was right when she told me in the heat of our first time that she didn't think it would be the only time.
It wasn't even Olivia's idea for us to have sex more than once. It was Tate. She had in very clear terms told us that she had touched herself and played with toys while watching the video a number of times, but she needed new ...

Comments are appreciated.
Warning: contains some lesbian and bisexual content.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. Of course, if your name is Kyle or Juliet, please feel free to pretend this is about you....

The next morning I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon.
I walked into the kitchen and Jim was there making breakfast. "Coffee is ready. Check out the couch." he said.
I looked over and there was Brittany sprawled naked sleeping. She had fresh cum on her tits. I looked at Jim. "Wasn't me. I came out and she was like that." Jim said....

Revenge
I could tell Jan was still a little pissed at me for orchestrating her being collectively stripped naked by the villa poolside earlier in the day.
Jan and me were on holiday in Ibiza, Spain with two other couples, Simon & Nina and Ian & Sue. We've all been friends and neighbours for years....

The studio hummed with pre-broadcast energy. Cameras were rolling into position, lights flickering to life, crew members shouting over one another. Laura stood poised near the anchor desk, her black dress hugging her curves, her expression a mix of nerves and determination. It was her first day as my network's star presenter, and I'd been watching her every move from the control room, my headset buzzing with updates. She was flawless on paper, sharp, charismatic, and a ratings magnet. But something was off....

This is a work of fiction. This story involves a young man and his half-sisters doing whatever is necessary to survive in an apocalyptic world. That includes ensuring that there will be future generations, so if any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always very welcome....

It was a new day and I was hopeful that we could get back to normal, you know, normal Nat and Tom affair with me watching. I love being a voyeur. I've always been a very visual person, so voyeurism is just a natural kink for me. Ah, but life has a way of screwing up one's dreams and good times.
"Boris," Nat said in a low tone, "We have to talk."...

The city lights of Edmonton glowed through the frosted bedroom windows as Belinda curled into the corner of her bed.
Her phone lit up her flushed face with a soft, bluish hue. The house had gone quiet. Her teenage daughter was in her room, and the twins were tucked away with their screens. Her husband stayed out on the couch, eyes glued to the hockey game, emotionally checked out like always....

I pressed the doorbell, heart pounding like it knew something my brain hadn't admitted yet. The door swung open almost instantly. Ben stood there and smiling like a man with a secret. Or maybe like a man about to share one.
"Come in," he said like we were already past introductions.
We'd met online, where he posted photos of his wife, Anna. The first picture I saw of her she leaned over the arm of a chair, her hair spilling across her bare chest. Her nipples peeked through like they weren't supposed t...

Over the years, Amanda's and my sex life evolved from pretty plain vanilla sex. Many years later Amanda informed me of her sexual activities from before we were married as well as some activities after we were first married.
From flashing to exhibitionism to swinging and even "hot wife" activities we both enjoyed all of these iterations of our sex life....

Work had dried up of late so three months of work in the countryside was a godsend. I had the option of driving up from London but it would have been a huge mistake. In hindsight if that had been my final decision this story would never have happened.
Renting a room in a somewhat remote cottage turned out to be cheaper than travelling up and down every day from the city....

I was always advanced academically for my age, continually encouraged by all of my parents' words, expectations, and incentives. Thus it came to pass that financed by my parents and still a couple of months short of my 21st birthday I was travelling in Europe the summer after I graduated cum laude from the Haas School of Business University of California, Berkeley, with a B S degree, and with enough other credits to leave me just short of a second B S degree in Information Technology. I met various like tra...

"So, Layla. You heard what he said. You seemed pretty into the idea, too. Do you have any thoughts? Or input?"
"What do I call you?" She asked bluntly.
"What do you want to call me?"
She stuck her lower lip out in a pout, the way she does when she wants something. "Mistress."
I chuckled softly. "Okay, Layla. You can call me Mistress. Anything else you want to talk about?"...

Makayla's apartment buzzed with the quiet chaos of packing. Clothes spilled across her bed, a kaleidoscope of colors against the crisp white comforter. A suitcase yawned open on the floor nearby. The late March light streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the room. It caught the faint shimmer of workout leggings she'd tossed aside--remnants of her up-and-coming fit-fluencer Instagram persona. Jon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with a mix of affection and restless a...

Friends & Lovers, My Sister-in-law
Shane is in love with his sister-in-law.
Did you ever meet someone for the first time, inexplicably, overpoweringly, and overshadowing your current relationship while knowing that your attraction to her is wrong. Yet, unable to help yourself, you instinctively know that she's the one? She's the one that you want. She's the one that you must have. She's the one that you'd happily spend your life with while raising a family....

The brewery wasn't fancy. That was the point.
Warm wood, concrete floors, and big open windows letting in the early summer dusk.
A trivia night board scrawled in chalk: Starts at 7. Free to Play. Winner Gets a Flight!
The place smelled like hops and fried pickles. Unpretentious. The kind of spot where you could show up in jeans and still feel like you made an effort....

Jake's first girlfriend called him a freak of nature. For good reason. His manhood was nine-and-a-half inches long and beer can-thick, crowned by a huge, perfectly-proportioned, mushroom-shaped head.
Jake considered the description a compliment – just as his first girlfriend considered his gigantic cock the best thing that ever happened to her. Getting to that point of pride was a process......

I came out of the bathroom freshly showered to the delicious smell of bacon. I had been naked since yesterday afternoon which on its own is unusual for me. I'm no nudist but in Betty's tiny sanctum I felt comfortable in the buff.
"How do you like your eggs, Babe?" Betty was in the kitchen at the stove, as naked as I but far more feminine. Her bottom is so sexy! I shrugged,...

GOOD NEIGHBORS CH 5A
Dani and Ellis were in bed. It was a weeknight. The kids were quietly sleeping down the hall. Both Ellis and Dani were looking at their phones, Dani checking texts and emails while Ellis looked at sports news.
Dani was thinking for a moment and then said, "Honey. Wait for me. I'll be back in a few minutes."...

CHAPTER 9: GOING DOWN AGAIN
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Bryony glared at me as she was strapped back into the traces. Her face was smeared with Honey Pot's juices and I could see frustration as much as anger in her expression.
I shrugged and grinned round my bit which didn't help her mood.
It wasn't as if I could have done anything about it....

*this story is a sequel to "Surprises All Around"*
The tall Polish stranger ditched the room after getting his "fill", leaving Lillith tied up and creampied on the bed staring in shock at the sight of Taro rubbing one out in the corner of the room.
A plethora of thoughts and feelings raced through Lil's mind: who fucked me, why did Taro set this up, was that rape, and did I enjoy it?.....

- Part One: Aftermath -
The house was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fireplace. Julian sat on the couch, staring at his hands, knuckles white with fear after he'd told Arthur everything about him and Tom. Arthur was in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of Crown Royale into etched glass tumblers. The brown liquid rocked back and forth in the glasses as he reentered the living room, sat one down in front of Julian, and then joined his paramour on the couch. They cheersed their glasses together; to ...