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Coming Back Home

This story is somewhat long and is mostly focused on characters—the sex is incidental rather than the point. I thought about splitting it and posting in pieces, but that didn't feel right. If a 10–12 page story (it's hard to judge accurately in advance on Literotica) isn't what you're looking for, please pass this one by with my regards. Nobody under eighteen has sex, and the one character threatened with nonconsensual stuff is resourceful enough to avoid it. So, I hope you enjoy a little romance. —C Chapter 1 I happened to be walking into the darkened kitchen for a beer when I saw the flash of light out my back window. It wasn't bright or long, just a momentary flicker. The thing is, there shouldn't have been any lights. I back onto a wooded area, and the next house in that direction was a quarter of a mile away. I took my hand off the refrigerator door handle and moved over to the window to see. After a few seconds, I saw another brief glimmer. Someone was i

Dress

Rosanna pressed her fingers to her temples and sighed bitterly as she stared at her screen. Being Aitchison Maitland's youngest ever female partner sounded good - and looked good on a CV. But in practice? Still so dull. Thirty pages into the contract and it still made no more sense than when she'd started. The document barely seemed to be through its introductory disclaimers and boilerplate assertions of dread consequences for breaching its Byzantine terms. Sure the figures involved were mind-boggling (£110 million for three seasons!), but that novelty wore off pretty fast. "That sounds so exciting Ros!" her friends would trill, as she casually dropped that she was working on the contractual details of a massive new Netflix deal for a client. "Sorry, no details though!" she would continue teasingly. "Strict confidentiality agreements on this one..." Because however exciting the clients, how expensive the contract, and how generous the annual bonu

Becoming Teacher's Pet

Hello. Thank you for coming to see me after class during office hours. I know I give you a lot of homework, so I understand this puts an extra burden on you. But I think in the long run you'll find our meeting...meetings will be, perhaps, to your benefit. I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but you are currently my favorite student. You see, every once in a while I spy a student who has such potential, but doesn't realize it. He could be truly excellent, but for some reason, there is something holding him back. You are such a student, my dear, and it pains me because my job is to help you be all that you can be, and I feel like I'm failing you. No. No. I know you LIKE me. I'm flattered that I'm your favorite teacher, but it's not important that you like me. What's important is that you learn from me. That you show improvement. Do you think you've demonstrated improvement as this year has progressed? Answer me honestly. I can tell when one of

Sex at Work can Follow you Home Ch. 02

A totally fictional story, with fictional characters that are all over the age of 18. This could fit into several categories, but the next chapter is hardcore, exhibitionist/voyeur, and I like to keep series in one category when possible. I hope you like it. As always, I proof, and edit with software, so mistakes do not always get caught. Comments on story like are always welcome. _________________________________________ My life changed dramatically when I started cheating on my wife after 8 years of marriage, my cheating just escalated out of control, I had several casual affairs going at once. I always knew that as a man, it was not unusual for us men running around. I just did not realize that there were so many women that wanted more sex than what they were getting at home. I always thought the statistics on cheating were high, now I know we are two of them. Things changed though, when I found evidence that my wife was following the same path. Finding selfies in her camera, shar

The Unexpected Meeting Ch. 03

Twenty minutes later, after some rinsing of piss-soaked clothing and bodies—and only a little bit of inappropriate touching—, the two men were ready to leave. Miles looked much the same as before, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt under a blazer. Adam, on the other hand, had been relegated to his workout clothes. Threadbare grey sweats and a tight black tank top were his only option. "Nobody's gonna care, Adam," Miles laughed, watching Adam do everything in his power to minimize his dick print while wearing the sweats without underwear. "I don't care if they don't care, I don't really want the entire office knowing that I'm uncut, three inches flaccid, and hang slightly to the left over large nuts," Adam groused, shoving at his package again. "Here, just take my bookbag and hold it in front of you," Miles said, offering his bag. Adam grumbled, but acquiesced, slinging it over a shoulder and in front of his crotch. "Just give it back

The Roommates

The four of us, two guys, two gals, rented a house together. While we knew each other from college, we hadn't planned on becoming roommates. But unless you're one of those over-paid Washington lawyers -- which none of us was -- the high cost of living in the DC area meant that no one could afford our own place. So we found a four bedroom house, across the Potomac River. We dated, but not each other. There was an unwritten rule that sex among us would complicate things too much. We were careful about how we dressed, even being sure to wear robes going to and from the shower. We kept things brotherly and sisterly. Until that night. And it was all my fault. I'm Sarah. I had been dating a guy, but we recently broke up. My three roommates were going to a party, but I declined. I was still nursing bruised feeling from the last boyfriend. I just wasn't in the mood to be cheerful at a meet and grab party. They left, and I remained on the couch watching a movie. It was a love