A Weekend Alone

It had been weeks since my first time with a man. Part of me thought my out-of-control desires and cravings for cock (and men in general) would settle down after this first encounter. At the very least, I thought they might 'normalize' to more manageable levels. They hadn't. I was now craving cock more than ever. Thoughts of older men filled my every-waking moment. I had obtained an insatiable need for cum. I needed more. John had ensured I had a perfect first time; but he returned interstate after our encounter. We kept in touch, often reminiscing about our time together. "You were such a sexy slut for me" he would say. "We need to keep the cum flowing inside that ass until my return." John was eager for me to expand on my experiences with him. He knew how much I needed cock. "That ass of yours was made for taking cock" he explained. "Older men will be lining up to have their way with you now." He was right about the first bit. My

Just a quickie that I wrote will working on the next story in the Across the Ages series. Copyright the author. "I should have started with the older ones," thought Molly, lying in her bed with her knees pulled back to her ears, approaching her third orgasm as her elderly math professor pounded into her arsehole. "They last a lot longer." When things had opened up after the pandemic Molly was stuck for the summer, unable to travel back to to her home in the US from Canada. So she conceived the plan of fucking everybody in her dormitory, man or women, who was willing and able. She started with the boy in the room to her right. Her method was straightforward; she sunbathed naked on the balcony, waiting for him to come out onto his. When he did, she opened her legs wide and started playing with the forest of hair around her cunt, looking at him all the while. He got the hint and came around to knock on her door. They devoured each other with a year's worth of pen

Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main goal of the story, however, is to tell an epic tale of adventures, gods and goddesses, fae, and nymphomaniacs. This episode and every episode to come will be available for free on Literotica for the foreseeable future. All characters that engage in sexual or suggestive situations are mentally and sexually mature: the human equivalent of 18 for their race. ***** Episode 147: Outpost The fight between Varyndaevyrress and Abanonda Blackdawn in front of the Blackdawn Elite was something to behold. The dragon had intentionally brought herself down to being the physical equal of the dark elf, but it very quickly became o

Judy and Jack head to the shower together. Judy starts the shower and climbs in and Jack follows behind. By now it is 4 pm. Jack goes to embrace Judy but she denies him. Judy says "Jack I need a little time to recover and get my wits back." Jack wets a washcloth and adds body wash to it and gently starts to wash Judy's back for her. "Mmmm that's nice" Judy can feel Jack's hard on brushing against her bum. Jack asks "What feels good getting your back washed ... or my hard cock buried in your crack?" This puts Judy in a slight dilemma. She isn't in her 20's anymore and can't just go on and on, and she doesn't know how to express that without jeopardizing this great start with Jack. She settles on giving him the truth. If he is into mature women as he claims to be he needs to be empathetic and understanding. "Jack at my age it takes a while to bring back the desire, and rebuild the energy that has been expended from a grea

The world was just a giant blur and everything hurt. Please, please, let it be there! Blindly rummaging around the top shelf of the pantry, my fingers bumped into something rectangular and heavy. I seized it and the weight and feel of it stirred up a host of familiar emotions. A little ray of warmth that dulled the pain. Before it had a chance to fade, I unwrapped the chocolate bar and tore a big chunk out of it -- Nelson's Premium Bar, milk chocolate with hazelnut chunks, my absolute favorite. For a brief moment, I was in heaven. Nothing mattered except for the familiar, comforting, rich, delicious, intoxicating flavor. Then the world came crashing back down. Everything was wrong. Everything was broken. I slumped against the kitchen wall and began to sob between bites of chocolate. Salty tears mixed with Nelson's Premium. Once the chocolate was gone, so was the small buffer of happiness holding back a torrent of misery. I didn't have the strength to stand up so I grabbed

I know it's been a while. I've got three scenes of Avery and Harrison for you with an update from me at the end of the third one. Some of the things that happen in these scenes recall elements of the story from the earlier instalments. If you can reread the first Bonus Scene (the rocking chair) you'll understand the end better. Disclaimer remains the same. This is not a nice story. If you liked the first few installments you will probably like this one too. If those were too dark, this one will not be any nicer. Enjoy:) *** Avery filled her lungs again, sucking in the cooling autumn air through her nostrils. He didn't usually make her hike in a gag but ten days into their impromptu trip he'd decided to leave it in. At least he'd put her clothes back on. She should have known his training wouldn't allow him to leave her exposed to the elements, but back in the cabin when he'd announced their little adventure she'd feared traipsing through the wilder