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[yowser]

I sat on my sofa in the front room, overlooking the wind-rippled salt marshes of Cape Cod Bay, deserted in the off-season, my hands gripping the hem of my skirt just so they had something to do.

 

[MrPixel]

...there's no escaping the intimidation of the setting left over from her father's occupying the big chair. The deep, dark walnut paneling is one attribute, but there is no denying that the huge leather chair oozes, "I'm the boss. Don't you forget it."

 

[SimonDoom]

"So, have you heard about Fuck Bus?"

https://literotica.com/s/fuck-bus

 

[TadOverdon]

Lauren rode Ethan with her knees clamped tight on either side of his narrow hips, taking the entire length of his prick into her pussy on each stroke. Fucking in the loft bedroom of his hangar apartment was still strange for her. Her every moan and outcry caromed off the corrugated steel walls and high roof of the building, echoing in the cavernous dark space, heightening her excitement.



I like the imagery in both of these:

I sat on my sofa in the front room, overlooking the wind-rippled salt marshes of Cape Cod Bay, deserted in the off-season, my hands gripping the hem of my skirt just so they had something to do.

...there's no escaping the intimidation of the setting left over from her father's occupying the big chair. The deep, dark walnut paneling is one attribute, but there is no denying that the huge leather chair oozes, "I'm the boss. Don't you forget it."

 

[Sweet_n_SpicySprite]

Staring down at the obsidian abyss, I wondered if he would come back. Would he understand my unnatural powers were indeed, powerful sensual gifts?

 

[PoisonPen33]

"I'm going to fuck your Dad and get knocked up so he can have a child he actually loves."

 

[TadOverdon]

"Your face," Stefan said. "I can never fathom how it is that, at the moment of release, you can be so serene and yet so completely abandoned."

 

[MrPixel]

She laughs, "That's right. Your harem. How you manage that I will never figure out. You're something else."

 

[TadOverdon]

Lauren believed that the simplest solution to a problem was usually best. Why should she choose between her son and Stefan, or try to juggle them? Why not just have them together at the same time? While she could foresee potential complications, the experiment was going swimmingly so far.

 

[PoisonPen33]

“I don’t believe one could apply the concept of ‘Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevate’ to their vagina."

 

[TadOverdon]

Most men were voyeurs by nature, another advantage of taking them on in pairs.

 

[MrPixel]

"They sure are looking at you a lot, Steve. You gotta be a little paranoid, man. Are your women ganging up on you or something? I mean, a lawyer!"

 

[TadOverdon]

Her need was a spring, winding ever more tightly inside her.

 

[PoisonPen33]

"I’ve never seen a more blatant Mary Sue in my life, and I’ve read Supernatural fan fiction!”

 

[TadOverdon]

Real sexual jealousy was not in Stefan's nature, owing to his Kai'uluan upbringing. Her son was managing whatever discomfort he felt in his reliably practical fashion. When Lauren had first confided her experiences and feelings for Stefan, Ethan had said, "You remember those happily-ever-after movies Grandma loved to watch on Hallmark?"

"Too well."

"Okay, well that's not us. There's no way we end up together in a prairie cottage watching the snow fall outside. You and he might."

 

[PoisonPen33]

As Alexander groaned on the floor, a voice cheerily proclaimed from outside the open window, "Look, everyone! We just invented refenestration!"

 

[BiscuitHammer]

"Hello darkness, my ol' fren... you've come to... to... you've come to fuck my tits again..."

- A very high Alexa, from 'Mike & Karen', chapter 24 (Karen's Very Bad Day)

 

[MrPixel]

Her long platinum hair with natural blonde highlights draped past her waistline, an exclamation point above her fabulous derrière.

 

[BiscuitHammer]

"Puhhhh-lease. Could you spend an entire afternoon dovefucking? Oh, wait, you're a dude. You can't do shit!"

- Jeanie (flexing on some idiot)

 

[PoisonPen33]

"I know the whole 'damsel in distress' trope is kind of regressive, but..."

"SHUT UP AND HELP ME YOU IDIOT!"

 

[TadOverdon]

She found Ethan flat on his back on a creeper working under what she understood to be a 1951 Schuman coupe. Emil Schuman, her son had told her, had been a genius of sorts—one of those eccentric postwar inventor-slash-entrepreneurs, a tinkerer who'd fled the basin and moved out here with a scheme to beat Studebaker and GM at their own game. Available options on your custom-built Shuman had included a bar in the console, alligator seats, and a built-in 45 rpm phonograph.

Another visionary.

Ethan wore only torn jeans and steel-toed boots and his bare skin was caked with what looked to be half an inch of mingled sweat and oil and wind-blown dust from the barren land outside.

 

[TadOverdon]

When her son admired her, her heart raced.

She tried to change the subject.

"Have I told you yet this week how I adore this place? I should live with you."

Maybe not changing the subject so much.

 

[TadOverdon]

The concern in her son's face was all too familiar to Lauren. It said, "Mom's car needs a roll cage." She put her hand to the back of his head and kissed his chin. "I'm going to have lunch in a public place with a guy who's trying to sell us some pills. I do it all the time. Haven't had one slip me a mickey yet."

 

[TadOverdon]

She watched as he vanished into the midday downtown crowds, and for a while after.

She was not a girl. She was not getting swimmy over a good-looking, charming young stranger who was delighted to have met her. Not a bit.

 

[PoisonPen33]

"The men in porn make so little money, most of them are still living at home with their stepparents at 35!"