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The "Meet the Girls" is meant to be a very short, smut story to show the character. The females in these stories are the same characters in the series "College Stuff". These stories follow the characters in College Stuff where the main character Mack never went to college (and so never met). The stories take place roughly adjacent to the time they were introduced into the story in "College Stuff". I hope these short stories give insight to the characters' personality and wants....

Kelly awoke on Wednesday morning to her alarm clock ringing beside her. The tiny hammer ricocheted between its two bells atop the round clock face, blurring into an invisible cacophony. She clamped her hand over her nightstand three times before she found the clock and flicked the lever to silence the alarm. The hammer stilled, and the silence hung heavy over her blankets....

The voice came over the intercom to announce that the breakfast buffet would be available for another hour. Once people had a chance to eat, it was time to start leaving the ship.
Everyone in our room quickly showered and dressed - and then we headed upstairs. We took the shortcut through the crewmember spaces again to avoid traffic on the public stairways. Seating was at a premium and we ended up borrowing a chair from another group and crowding around a table that was really too small for what we neede...

Part II
Evan pulled the sounding rod gently from Juniper's hand, their eyes locking for a moment. Evan's eyebrows raised slightly, as did the corners of his mouth until he grinned at Juniper with an open-mouthed smile. Juniper blinked and straightened, placing a hand on his own chest and looking around the library as though someone might walk in at any moment. But there was no one else here....

Slut Mansion: Night 1
"Are you ready for the Slut Mansion?" the driver asks, opening the car door for me.
"Yes," automatically comes out of my mouth. I don't know whether I'm ready or not, but I know I want to find out.
This morning the driver arrived at my house precisey at the time expected., to take me to the Mansion, and to a new life. A life so unlike anything I had known in my short life to date....

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In case you couldn't already tell from the title and short description, this story features hardcore bisexual activity between a father and son. If you aren't into that, that's fine. Just go back and read something else.
I also mapped out detailed descriptions of what all three characters look like, but couldn't find a way to work it all organically into the story text. So those descriptions are included below....

Anita pulled into her garage and quickly turned off the vehicle and bounded out. She cursed that last iced tea she had drank on the way home from work. She had wanted to be desperate but not this desperate, she was afraid that she'd have a real accident. Her podcast had also gotten good and she put in her airpods to continue, she'd finish the episode soon, she thought. The mature woman knew she was cutting it close, coming home a bit early and that her daughter, Maxine, would be home from classes soon but s...

This story depicts an imaginary sorority initiation with strong sexual elements. It is a fantasy, and this author does not condone any situation in real life where a person is convinced or coerced to engage in a sexual act. All depictions are fictions and all participants well above the age of consent....

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ARCHIVE_TAG="LOOK_SMELL_TASTE:: VOICE_DROP_0022:: PUSSY_WORSHIP_STACK"
EFFECT: scent addiction loop, taste-claiming climax, visual humiliation pleasure confusion
TRIGGER_WARNING="pussy worship, scent obsession, oral fixation, climax through inspection"...

"What?" His voice was low and nearly inaudible. John Wick was not a man to show emotions, but his eye gave a slight involuntary twitch in shock. It was subtle enough that no one would have noticed except Elisa. Her words had struck him deeply and she saw it in the faint flinch of his dark eyes even as his face remained stoic. "You sold your body..." he whispered, unable to finish the sentence as a myriad of emotions went through him. Shock gave way to a rolling mix of sadness and anger that thundered inside...

In the week before our first swingers party, I really had no idea what to expect. My wife, Sally spent a lot of time with our neighbour, Diane, that week, as they went shopping for outfits and shared lunchtimes. My wife heard stories from the previous parties. From what Diane told my wife, all sorts of debauchery were to be expected....

I found it online.
The reviews were glowing -- five stars across the board. "Life-changing," they said. "Transcendent. You will come back." "Better than a threesome with 10/10 twin sisters."
But strangely, no one ever described what actually went on inside. Just cryptic praise and a knowing silence....

I like sex as much as the next woman. Maybe more. I love my husband, our marriage, and our sex life. So none of what happened is because I wasn't happy with my marriage and my husband. I was happy. Don't blame me. None of it was my fault.
My husband, James, and I, Jessie, are both thirty. We met our sophomore year at college. We have been together ever since. Early on, we decided we would be exclusive and monogamous. I have been. I never had reason to doubt James' fidelity either....

Author's Note:
In 2007, I accidentally looked up Literotica on my iPhone while I was at work. I didn't have a VPN at the time (I wasn't terribly internet savvy), and I freaked out -- thinking that it would be flagged and not only would I get fired, but I'd be outed as well. I immediately contacted Literotica, and requested that my account be deleted, knowing all my stories would be nuked as well....

To those who trust



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"I'm very sorry, Jim, but Emily was declared dead on arrival here at the hospital."
"Why did she die?"
"We don't know yet, but there will be a full autopsy."
"Is that necessary?"
"It's required in a death like this, but you should want this."...

Mothers, sons and babysitters.

Chapter 01 (F+f/mm, spank, humiliation)
Anna's husband died five years ago in a car accident, when Tim, their son, just turned eighteen. The shock of the sudden loss hit very hard on the poor kid. Already a shy and introverted boy, Tim's physical and psychological growth seemed to have slowed down even more after the accident. Having inherited his mother's beauty, he was a looker, with a well proportioned body, but he was shorter than most guys his age. He didn't hav...

Stephanie greeted her best friend, Vicky, at her front door with a hug, having invited her over for lunch and a chat.
"Where's Greg?" Vicky asked.
"Golf with his buddies. What else on a Saturday?"
"Did Lizzy get home?"
"Yes! Just yesterday. Went shopping, of course. I can't believe she just finished her first year at college. They grow up so fast." Stephanie replied....

"Remember our deal? If there is someone else that one of us wants to be with, we need to be upfront and just tell each other?"
Her words were like a kick on the chest. I braced myself for what could be the end of us. "Yeah... of course."
She could tell by my tone that I was apprehensive about the conversation we were about to have....

"Hello?"
"Hi Sam," Ellie says, her voice warm even over the phone. "I was wondering if you wanted to come over to watch a movie tonight."
I let out a long sigh. "I'm kinda wiped, actually. Long week at work."
"Sam," Ellie says sternly, "I don't think you understand."
"What?"
"I've invited Dev too," she says....

Letting Inhibitions Go
On a beautiful summer Saturday afternoon Kade asked Amya if she wanted to go for a drive maybe find themselves something to do. Since were both "retired" and living alone she said sure let me get dressed. She goes to their room and put on a bright yellow bustier that laces up the back and fastens together in the front bringing the girls together and pushing them up creating deep cleavage, a pair of thong panties that match, a faded denim mini skirt that hits about mid thigh and fit...

All characters are above 18. Warning some use of derogatory words.
"Robin! Son, where's my 12 pack?" My dad asked when he woke up the next morning. He's been having alcoholic tendencies along with sex withdrawals like the rest of us. I was in the sissy hypno choke hold. I remembered the passionate or rather animalistic romping we had just last night on the couch. After my father came inside my ass, he went upstairs to bed and passed out til today. Leaving me to my own thoughts. My feelings were conflicte...

Hey loves ????
You woke me up at 4am by whispering and growling filthy things in my ear. Now I need you to fuck me back to sleep. Please? ????
Let me know how my moans and screams made you feel in the comments—I love hearing from you. ❤️
Much love,
Sin
P. S.
For updates on my work and what I'm up to, you can find me on Instagram, BlueSky or Patreon at the same username. ????...

The suite door clicked shut behind her. Autumn stepped inside, expecting soft music, dim lighting, maybe room service. Instead--her breath caught. The room was nothing but mirrors. Every wall. The ceiling. Even the closet door. A thousand angles. A thousand versions of her and Ryan in every direction. It was dim, yes--soft amber lighting from sconces and a single warm lamp near the bed--but everything shimmered in gold. The air was warm. Still....

At 4:28 precisely, the alarm began to beep. Short, sharp tones echoed through the box, slicing through the silence. Then a calm, mechanical voice followed:
"Training begins in two minutes."
Jade stirred awake.
Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the familiar complete darkness pressing against her eyes, the same impenetrable black she had grown used to inside the sealed box. Despite the confinement, despite the stiffness from three days of immobility, she felt something surprising....

This is part 2 in the Loverly series, it can be read independently, but for more perspective on Will and Laurel's relationship, you should read the rest. Feedback always appreciated.
**All I want is a room somewhere**
Will and Laurel looked like an unlikely couple. She was almost 19, lanky and skinny, short shaggy hair bleached blonde by the sun, skin marked by unprofessionally done stick-and-poke tattoos. She had silver rings going through her nose (nostril and septum), and a silver bar in her eyebro...

The Fantasy Man Might


Will Fantasy Man have his way again?


by OKMAC

My husband Inman Bontrager and I were in my new oncologist's office discussing what had been found by a series of tests including PET, MRI, Blood Scans, and Needle Biopsies.
"So, what is causing my vision changes and headaches?"...

"Hey! Yeah you. The one reading this. You are a Leviathan. Don't go forgetting that. Thanks to Lilith. We have a vessel on earth. Some poor soul got flogged our journal and now we control him. So here's the deal. He writes questions for us that he needs answers to. We supply the answers. Which may be useful. Or they may be designed to screw with him. Pretty sweet no? Kick back and have fun influencing this guy. It's the best entertainment we've had in millennia. Look for the questions highlighted by this se...

Becoming His Slut Wife 6
THURSDAY
We dressed for the beach and stopped in the main dining area at the resort for breakfast. We spent the morning relaxing on the beach. As Daddy took a swim, I sent a text to a friend of mine briefly telling her about my vacation so far. We went back and forth for a bit, then I joined Daddy on his swim....

Chris woke up first. Slowly he stretched, trying to adjust position only to immediately be reminded of his restraints and the preceding night. He wondered for a moment if he was still dreaming, but after another movement he was confident in being awake. The chastity cage had a firm grip on the erection that tried to form in his sleep. A shift of his leg confirmed a bit of precum lightly coating his upper thigh to his arousal and embarrassment. He relaxed a moment, slowly thinking over the night and wonderin...

Everyone engaged in sexual actions is at least 18 years old!
I needed a passport so that Mon and I could go on holiday to the USA. Back then in the UK you needed someone to sign the photograph to confirm it was you. It needed to be someone who was an official professional. I thought one of my old teachers would do it, she was always nice and helpful when I was still a school girl. Mrs Lawton, teacher of French and Spanish. Perhaps she would still help me as a grown up would be bad girl?...