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Unexpected Threesome Ch. 13

by Joanmcarthy on Mar 21, 2018
Group Sex

As I've mentioned, my preferred writing style is first person from the female POV. But lacking inspiration I've continued this series, which seems to be popular. A reader suggested I might write the next chapter from the POV of one of the girls. While group sex (or even shared partners) is not really my thing and I find writing in this genre a bit forced, I...

Darla In Africa: Prologue

by TheGlobalSoul on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Darla was a 23-year-old nurse from the small Midwestern college town of Bloomington, Indiana who awakened to her innermost fantasies after meeting her boyfriend Allen. Her boyfriend was a college student who couldn't get enough of sex, but it took her 2 months before she let her boyfriend first get a look at her body. She was married once before at the age o...

Carol at Work

by jakewho69 on Sep 15, 2017
Loving Wives

Edited by willyb220 ------- There are no actual sex acts in this story. ------- I am touched that tranceh liked my work so much he saved 55 of my stories, and forwarded them to me and Chilley! It is readers like him that I wrote for. Some of the nicest people are active on LE. They more than balance out the haters on the other end of the scale. Carol At W...

The Reluctant MILF

by WifeANympho on Mar 12, 2019
Group Sex

"I think it's time we had another party, honey. What do you think?" Quinn asked his wife, Veronica, as they sat on the dock of their lake house having early evening cocktails. The forty-two year old was a thing of unusual beauty. At 5-feet, 4-inches tall, 105 pounds, perfect 34C breasts, shoulder length reddish-brown hair, and a well-toned and tanned body,...

Members Only Exclusive Club

by DontJudgeJustRead on Sep 21, 2020
Group Sex

Note: this is a true story. There have been many similar experiences to this day, which is why I will not give the location so it won't be shut down. As participants are introduced I will include a brief description of them as I remember them like it was yesterday. There is a place that I regularly frequent just a half an hour drive from my home. It look...

What Happens at the Nudist Resort..

by JMaxwell69 on Sep 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

All the seats around the massive oval conference table were occupied except one. It was a stylish conference room located just six stories from the top of a skyscraper and provided a panoramic view of the downtown. The trendy graffiti-inspired paintings by a living but high-dollar contemporary artist, the prime location, the state of the art audio-visual sys...

Whoremaster (56)

by Cirnhoj on May 15, 2018
Novels and Novellas

Prologue I am ninety-nine years old and tomorrow is my birthday, so I will be a hundred years old in the morning. The big ten-0! I have all my faculties and even my own teeth! What I don't have is all the dear ones I have known in my life. My daughter Polly is now gone and her daughter Jenny too. As for her daughter, my great granddaughter Polly, she is...

Condo on the Beach

by Gator1951 on Oct 12, 2020
Interracial Love

The story below was conveyed to me by a dear friend as it happened to him. I look at this story as being either a true story with fictional characters or a fictional story based on true events. Either way the names, the professions, the physical appearance of all characters portrayed in the story have been altered to prevent any semblance to anybody living...

When We Were Married Ch. 06A

by DanielQSteele1 on Sep 18, 2017
Loving Wives

SOMETIMES, DYING IS EASIER...... TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2005 My name is Bill Maitland. I'm an Assistant State Attorney in the Jacksonville State Attorney's Office. Unofficially I'm the chief prosecutor which means that although in an organizational chart there are two other SAs at my level, in reality I'm the number one guy under the Big Man, State Attorne...

You'll Always Have Paris

by StangStar06 on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

The harvest moon shines down on me as I duck through a hole in a fence that was once at least partially mine. I look around to make sure no one is out here to see me. Except for the occasional sounds of the farm animals and the insects, the night is silent so I move on. I cross into the cornfield and notice that the corn is already thick and very high. I try...