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Kitten Spreads Her Wings

by dmallord on Oct 6, 2020
Novels and Novellas

Prologue The setting for Kitten Spreads Her Wings is in mid-continent USA and opens with Ray, an eighteen-year-old western transplant, recounting his summer fantasy with his cute as a button, eighteen-year-old step-cousin, Marie. It recounts their experiences with Katelyn, a college freshman, in a three-way love triangle that begins during the summer when...

What Was Your First Cue?

by Mhaile on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

I am a pool slut. I don’t mean the kind of pool you swim in, but the kind of pool associated with smooth felt, leather pockets, balls and cues — and the men usually attached to those cues. You wouldn’t expect a girl raised in an affluent neighborhood to frequent seedy bars. I do, because I have been addicted to the game since my father, who I stayed with d...

Sally's Trip to the Theater

by carvohi on Sep 15, 2017
Loving Wives

Introduction: The following is a sequel to a story by Just Plain Bob titled 'Sally's Trip to the Theater'. There's no prologue and no introduction. You have to find JPB's story and read that first. It's right here on Literotica so that shouldn't be a problem. My sequel picks up immediately where his leaves off. I got JPB's permission to do this. I only hop...

Tractor Sales Lady

by DesertFocks on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Marla Jacobs was bound and determined to achieve the same success as the men who held sales records for the John Deere Company. But she also knew it wouldn't happen overnight. She would have to climb the hard path to the top by beginning with small sales to individual farms, and one day being assigned a distributor account and then a regional area, and ultim...

Oilman

by PAPATOAD on Jul 27, 2020
Loving Wives

There is no sex in this story, sorry. My name is John Turlock. I am an oilman. Actually, I am THE OILMAN. I work oil refineries, pipelines, tankers, oil and gas wells, and my favorites, platforms. I am the best in the business. I am in demand and I am proud of my work. I have a master's degree in petroleum engineering from Texas A & M. Because of my knowled...

My Wife as a Porn Star Ch. 03

by sivad44 on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

My wife Donna and I embarked on an adventure a few weeks back that entailed us making porn movies - with me as the videographer, and her and a stranger as the stars. We'd go out to a bar, with me observing and recording from a distance, and she would flirt around until she found a guy she wanted as her co-star, and I'd rush home to turn on all the hidden ca...

Going for a Walk

by chas4455 on Dec 10, 2019
Non-Erotic

My name is Lois Prince. My husband John and I have lived in this town all our lives. I can tell you about every store and every house, and who lives there. Even though this is the county seat, there aren't more than 2500 people living here. There is a historic old courthouse, built almost a hundred years ago, with the rest of the town laid out in a grid arou...

Play Ball

by HLD on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

The last time I visited home, I passed the old sandlot. There is a house there now, but I could not help but visualise our old chicken-wire backstop, crude frisbee bases, and the pile of dirt we called a pitcher's mound. When the weather was good, all the boys in the neighbourhood (and sometimes the girls, too) would spend their afternoons playing ball on th...

Strangers When We Met

by CharlieB4 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Hi everyone, Here's a flash story. It's told in two overlapping parts from two points of view. I've included a title at the beginning of each one to make it easier to understand. I did it in conjunction with Britni4u. It's a bit of fun just like her. Cheers darling You are one in a trillion. CharlieB4 * Charlie: The plane's intercom crackled to life...

A Walk in the Woods

by HansTrimble on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

ESCAPING TO EDEN The only sound in the forest was the breeze swishing through the tops of the tall pines. On the forest floor, the thick mat of needles was like a soft, spongy carpet that cushioned each footstep. As we carried our picnic provisions between the tree trunks, each step was as silent as if we were tiptoeing, and the music of the pines was like...