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I was staying at a hotel in San Francisco several years ago. I advertised on Craigslist (when this was still productive) looking to hook up with another guy. I was really hoping to find a hung stud to fuck my willing ass, since I am normally a submissive bottom, but I knew that was a rarity. I do sometimes enjoy playing the top/Dom role as well, and there's never any shortage of bottoms! I do like to fuck, though, and most bottoms aren't willing to take a fairly thick cock. I finally got a response from a guy who was staying in another hotel about two blocks away who wanted to be fucked. He was smaller, about 5'6" and liked bigger, "beefy" guys, which I am. We emailed back and forth a little and established that we were both married, both bi, and both in town on business. We even work in the same industry, but were in town for different reasons. I went over to his hotel and he let me into the room. He was already naked. A little younger than me and slim, he

Written by LAHomedog and Eva_Adams Appreciated cowriting this with a more experienced writer, LAHomedog. This is about six close, female friends, who replace their normal book club gathering with a sex toy and new vibrators party. It was hard to categorize as the group interactions test, but remain within the bounds of their longtime friendship. If you are looking for hardcore swinging couples or lesbian sex, this one is not for you. But if you are looking for a fun, sexy story with a lot of new experiences and orgasms please enjoy. Thank you for reading our story. My friend Anita was sitting on my living room couch testing all 12 settings of a high-tech vibrator in the palm of her hand. The top half was pink, the bottom - which held the controls - was white and I've got to admit it looked like fun. Susan kept giggling as Lauren and Linda offered ideas on what to try next. For a moment I wondered whether I somehow should be stopping this. Instead, I went into my kitchen to get th

If you met Lucy you would think she were a paragon of privileged and successful 21st Century woman. Stockbroker Belt upbringing, private school education, elite university, well connected friends. Now, still in her twenties she was well established as a rising star in a City law firm. Mergers and Acquisitions, global travel, private healthcare, gym membership, a flat in the Docklands, a stable boyfriend she had first met at law school with an equally well-paid job. Her world was ordered and civilized. She wore smart designer clothes to work and expensive gym wear when working out. She went to expensive restaurants, concerts, the theatre. Her friends were all sophisticated people. None of her male colleagues, whatever they might be thinking, would dream of making an overtly sexist comment, patting her on the bum, let alone objectifying her. Such things just didn't happen these days. So what was she doing, one chilly Saturday afternoon, walking down a busy Central London for her 2p

Author's Notes: Hacins 2020 all rights reserved. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. This story is sort of a harem fantasy, but while some characters will have sex, I want to focus my writing on the story itself. It's the first time I tried to write something like this so all critiques and comments are welcome! * * * * * I was awakened by the sun shooting its rays across my face. I lay with my eyes barely open, watching the flashes of light coming through the window. It was still early, I could tell, 'cause my room was still partly dark. That told me the sun was still low in the sky. "How much did I drink last night?" I wondered, as I was unable to recall last night's events. I looked at my nightstand and on it, I saw a cup still filled with cheap wine. By the sour smell coming from the cup, I knew it was the wine served last night at the village tavern. The memories suddenly came rushing back as the smel

Mrs Wild: An Ultra-Ego is Formed From the view of Mrs Wild. I got out of my car and went inside to set up the experiments as well as my own first experiment. I was wet with excitement. It was about six months ago when my journey started and I became, who I am now. It was a change I enjoyed. I felt like a new woman and with humiliation and payback on my mind. *** Six months earlier, I was driving to my meeting with Michelle. She was a couple of years younger than me, must have been in her early sixties now. We met when Michelle was an undergraduate and I was her mentor and had been friends ever since. She was the person I trusted the most in the world, along with Howard, my husband. Michelle, who swapped a science career for one with the police and now was a private investigator. A highly regarded one too. My case had been several months in the making. I said how I didn't want to hear anything until she had all the facts together. My husband, Howard, and I were quite rich now, but

The suns were high in the sky when Aedra finally spotted the city. The buildings themselves weren't much to look at, but just beyond them lay the turquoise sea. The heat made the air shimmer, and overall, the scene was quite pleasant. This would be an acceptable place to spend a few weeks, or perhaps the winter. She had certainly had enough of the North for a lifetime. She continued on the road until she came to a small river. Dismounting from her sorrel steed, she began her ritual without haste or apprehension. Over the years, she had discovered the power of first impressions. Besides that, these would likely be some of her last private moments for the foreseeable future. Though Aedra was fine with this, one can ultimately only pour out from a full flask. It was time to refresh her spirit and focus her magic. After running her fingers gently through Endellion's mane and along her smooth back, she left the horse to enjoy some feed and water and walked along the riverbank unti

Fans of gritty hard-boiled noir rejoice! We've got an Author Challenge just for you! Here's more from the creator and organizer of this event ChloeTzang:What this writing event all about? Well, it's an invitation to anyone on Literotica to try their hand at writing a story in that hard-boiled noir style of Mickey Spillane, the king of the post-WW2 pulp novelists, and it's an Ode to Mickey Spillane, so think gritty, dark, and overflowing with violence and sex in the best traditions of Spillane's Mike Hammer. Spillane knew he was writing pulp, and his guiding principle serves as the theme for this event "violence will outsell sex every time," but, "combined, they will outsell everything." So there you go, the guiding principles, and if you're still not sure, go read a couple of Spillane's Mike Hammer novels and go for it. Vivid descriptions. Short words. Fast transitions. Violence. Sex. Stereotyping and caricatures. Minimalism. The sugges