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Evil Slut Bride Ch. 06

by PeterOmez on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I write stories most people find particularly depraved. To paraphrase Frank Zappa: If you are determined to be outraged, I can accommodate you. *** When I woke up, I lay in Jenna's bed for a moment, as I heard her fiddling around in the kitchen, and I realized that this was the first time I'd stayed out all night, and since I'd left my bedro...

Starfucker Ch. 04

by Inosolan on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Sneaking through the dark dusty backstage area at the OmniTheatre, I was beginning to feel lost -- what if I couldn't find the dressing rooms? "I played here," said the six-inch ghost of Frank Zappa sitting on my shoulder. "Dressing rooms are back that way." I turned and headed in the direction he pointed. It was going great! Soon I'd be in the dressing ro...

Evil Slut Bride Ch. 07

by PeterOmez on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

WARNING: My stories are especially depraved. But there are people who like them. Let us be, because no amount of your self-righteous disapproval is going to change us, and we're not all up in your business. My view is encapsulated in the following lyrics from Frank Zappa & Steve Vai: "Those of you who enjoy this song: Well, thank you, thank you. I love yo...

Hot August Afternoon

by PMDlite on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

It was an unusually hot stretch of weather, not atypical for the end of August, but still hot. I decided the garden deserved a little water in an attempt to at least say I tried to keep it alive, so I dragged the hose out and began to give it a good soaking. I looked over the fence and noticed our neighbors daughter was still home from college and had parked...

Starfucker Ch. 01

by Inosolan on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

(The tags i've provided apply to the story as a whole {so far} - and there may be more coming. This story is a patchwork of ideas and bits of plot i came up with over literally years. For background music, i recommend Joan Jett's version of "Starfucker", Zappa and the Mothers' "Road Ladies" and "What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?" and the DiVinyls' "I To...

Quiet Desperation

by Mystery_Meat on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

All characters are fictional. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are coincidental. This story involves infidelity, so if that bothers you, please skip to another story. Relax and get horny. It's only Literotica. "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them" - Thoreau Stepping into the break room, Tom was...

A Swinging Party from the 70's Ch. 02

by Lricky on Feb 6, 2018
Anal

My friend Rick was married to Joanna but they divorced a few years after we had our first swinging party. I don't think the swinging had anything to do with getting a divorce. Since Rick remarried soon after to Nancy, I think probably he just wanted to move on. Nancy was a sweet petite woman with nice pert breasts about a 34B and a small ass. She was blond...

Tucker's Studio Ch. 11

by riverboy on Sep 25, 2017
Mature

I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ——————— Ginger Return...

Anal 101: Or How to Do It Right

by MUSICIAN4BBW on Sep 26, 2017
How To

Preliminaries: Note: The following is from the perspective of a heterosexual guy. Replace she with he, her with his, etc. if necessary. Many women yearn to try this last of the taboos, but there seem to be few statistics on how many like the experience, and even less information on how many repeat it. What follows is based on my own experiences, in the ho...

Does She Dare?

by flamekitten on Sep 16, 2017
First Time

It never ceased to fascinate her. Every Tuesday she could, Lucy would battle three trains and heavy downtown foot traffic to spend the day at the Art Institute of Chicago. She'd get there early, just prior to opening, and would stay until they were ready to shut off the lights. This was perhaps her tenth trip, and she had yet to see the whole tremendous coll...