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Mothers and Daughters Ch. 20

by Bodington on Sep 19, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Natasha Starikovich was a happy camper. As she turned nineteen years of age, she reflected on her satisfaction with her life. She could not be happier with her academic studies at Northwestern University, as she was thoroughly enjoying being a coed. She was maintaining a 3.75 GPA including non-music courses. She loved expanding her technical knowledge of m...

Holiday Romances Pt. 02

by mandywilluk2000 on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

This is a two-part story. If you have not read Part 1, I would strongly urge you to do so, although this probably does stand on its own two feet. In the tale, I do not interrupt the considerable sexual action to fiddle around with condoms; just take it that I do believe in safe sex. It's a long story, nearly 20,000 words, maybe it's too long. I did think o...

Celia and Sibelius

by jjcolejr on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Celia was getting old for her vocation. She was a "gentleman's escort." A whore. Most of the men wanted to fuck young chicks and she only got the leftover jobs. One had rejected her services and had cancelled the credit card payment. That had hurt her a lot, she had known her days as an escort were numbered but when the number came up she was not ready for...

Obsession

by elleVeut on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

"Wake up, sweetie." I moaned into the pillow, cursing in the direction of his voice, too warm and too complacent to take his wheedling seriously. "Cadence. . . " The former night's tangle of emotion and ecstasy had not yet fully seeped into my skin past disbelief and incredulousness and into his arms. His holding me- hand resting on my hip bone, his heart...

I Call Her Amy

by Nakod Apa on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

CHAPTER ONE The morning rush hour was past but still the traffic flowing from airport to town that Friday remained heavy. Not that our slow, stop-go-stop progress bothered me unduly since I was already late. However Paul Strafford, the corporation's Personnel Manager ("Vice-President for Human Resources" in new-speak) kept interrupting our conversation to c...

Beware the Roasburies! Pt. 05

by Alwaysraining on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

'Buck House' = Buckingham Palace (The hovel H M the Queen inhabits in London) Chapter Twenty Sunday 3 January 71 A week may be a long time in politics as Harold Wilson opined, but that week between Christmas and New Year was longer by far. On Sunday the 3rd of January I sat in my armchair in my empty flat, or at least it felt empty even though Colette w...

Briget Ch. 04

by velvethammer on Sep 15, 2017
Group Sex

We’re soon reaching the point where my story and Brian’s story will intersect for good. After this installment, we have decided to write the stories together. All Brian needs to do is finish his adventures in Colorado. Although he is happy with the response from the Literotica family, he is a lazy bastard when it comes to writing, so that may take some tim...

Lili Marlene

by brknborn on Aug 18, 2017
First Time

I was four years old when World War II came to end. Now I was in the Air Force and stationed in Germany fifteen years later. I liked the idea of going to Germany, but I couldn't speak the language and knew nothing about the area where I was stationed. I was told that Patton's Third Army came through the area, which didn't mean all that much to me. We were al...

F2: Virtuoso

by damppanties on Sep 12, 2017
Chain Stories

FAWC 2: Virtuoso (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingredients."...

Anger

by murphy621 on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

The tension in the air was so thick it was like being under water. My eyes were fixed on the road and my hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white. I was furious. Furious at my wife and she was just as angry with me. We were on our way to a party at a friend's house and both of us sat silently; too angry to talk, because if we did, it w...