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High Tide

A touch of the paranormal as two friends-with-benefits realize that their emotions run deeper, on a perfect moonlit beach night.

I pulled back, almost leaving her, feeling her pussy resisting, trying to pull me back in. I waited a bare second, then filled her again.

"Oh god," she moaned. "Faster!"

There was a crash, and moments later water was coming up all around us. It touched the lower end of the blanket and I felt the cool wetness on my feet as it was soaked up.

It wasn't supposed to come up this high, I thought.
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High Tide
 
An Act of Charity

In the Mature category.
I'm plugging "An Act of Charity" because I wrote it. :)
Tell me what you think?
 
Back to the Future III

I finally finished my "Back to the Future" trilogy by posting "Back to the Future III". Like the first two episodes, it roughly follows the movies with of course a lot of sex and incest as Marty travels back and forth in time. Throughout the trilogy, he manages to fuck his mother, grandmother, great-great grandmother, sister, daughter, and granddaughter among others. A link to "Back to the Future III" is in my signature. Here is a short excerpt.
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Marty went into town to buy a cowboy outfit so he wouldn’t look out of place in 1885 while Doc repaired the time machine. Marty had just walked out of the clothing store with his packages when he ran into Lorraine and George, his future father and mother. This was the worst possible thing that could happen. He had worked so hard to get them together and restore the future.

“Marty, what happened to you last night?” Lorraine asked. “You left me alone in the car at the ‘Enchantment Under the Sea’ dance and that brute Biff tried to do horrible things to me. George came along and rescued me, didn’t you Georgie?”

“Uh, oh, um… yeah,” he stuttered.

“He was a real gentleman and took me to the dance since you abandoned me. We were just on our way to the soda shop. George, why don’t you run ahead and get us a table. There is something I need to discuss with Marty. I’ll be right there.”

“Um, okay Lorraine. Uh, bye Marty.”

“I’m glad you and George had a good time last night,” Marty said as he watched his future father walking away. “I think he’s a terrific guy. He just needs a little help coming out of his shell.”

“Ha,” Lorraine laughed. “George may be a nice guy but he’s not much of a man. Do you know what he did? I was going to give him a little reward as a thank you for saving me from Biff, but as soon as my hand touched his lap he shot his load. Then he did it again while we were slow dancing. I don’t know why I asked him to come to the soda shop with me this morning.”

“It’s because you see the good in George,” Marty argued. “He is perfect for you. You need a man you can mold… one who will do anything you ask.”

“Maybe,” Lorraine replied stepping close and running her hands up Marty’s chest. “But I would rather be with a real man like you Marty. You know what I need.”

She backed him against the brick wall of a building and slid a hand down his body until it was rubbing his cock through the jeans he was wearing. Memories of her talented mouth and hot pussy made it jump to life. Lorraine pressed her lips against his neck and nibbled on the thin skin.

“Stop it Lorraine,” Marty protested making a feeble attempt to push her away. “I’m leaving today and won’t be back. It’s why I left you last night. Go to George. He’s a good man. We don’t have a future together.”

“But you’re here now, Marty,” Lorraine whispered into his ear. “Fuck me before you go. It’s the least you could do after abandoning me last night.”

Her hand continued to rub his hard cock. She pushed her tongue into the cavity of his ear. Her body was pressed tightly against his. He could feel her soft breasts poking into his chest. Marty felt his resistance weakening. He made one last attempt to extricate himself.

“Not here, Lorraine. We’re in public. Besides, George is waiting and I have to go.”

“Then we’ll just have to go someplace else,” she replied.

Lorraine grabbed the bag with his cowboy clothes and ran around a corner into an alley. Marty chased after her. When he got there he didn’t see her. He called out but she didn’t answer. He slowly walked down the alley trying to figure out where she could have gone. Suddenly two hands pulled him into a recessed doorway. She threw her arms around his neck pulling her body tightly against his.

“I need you to fuck me Marty. Right here. Right now.”

Lorraine sunk her teeth into his neck. Her hand fumbled with his belt and zipper. She reached into his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his hard flesh. Lorraine slid down his body pulling his jeans and briefs around his knees. Her warm wet mouth quickly engulfed his throbbing cock. Her lips traveled down its length. Marty felt his resistance quickly dissipate in a sea of lust.

Knowing that the person sucking his cock was his future mother somehow made what she was doing more exciting. He put his hands on her head to help guide her bobbing motions. He thrust his cock deep against her throat each time she plunged her lips down his length. He could hear the loud sucking and slurping sounds she was making. Spit drooled down his shaft and dripped from his balls.
 
The Hyacinth House Part One

The first in a short series of stories with the basic idea - what would happen if the inspiration for a story recognised herself in that story, and contacted the writer.

It's self-referential, all very meta, blurs the lines between writing, imagination, and reality (and contains bits of all three). As is usual with my content it's slow burn, decadent. Two thirtyish women and an older man.

https://literotica.com/s/the-hyacinth-house-pt-01

Word cloud:https://worditout.com/word-cloud/3892315


But she was Jillian too, older, more experienced, craving more sensation. She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing her full breasts constrained in the blue brassiere, not quite the colour of Adam's eyes, but close enough.

Her slightly plump, rounded belly was curved above the waist of her skirt, and she watched, fascinated, as Adam placed his hands upon it, almost in reverence. The palms of his hands were warm, even though the air was cool. She was intrigued that the first thing he held was her belly, and she smiled, remembering that it was a constant image in his stories, a man gently holding a woman's belly.

"Adam," she asked softly, with a quick understanding, "do you have children?"

"Yes, I do," he replied. "They're both adults now."

"I thought so. You've held another woman's belly, and felt them kick inside."

Jillian leaned down to kiss him, her breasts grazing his chest, wanting a part of such intimacy, but not wanting to know who that woman was. The mother of his children wasn't here, Jillian had this moment. She was his.

"Your hands, Adam, you're so gentle." She undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one, and raked her red nails through the silvery curls on his chest. "Undo my bra, there's a clasp at the front. I want to feel my skin against yours."

Adam reached up and found the clasp, and undid it. The weight of her breasts as she knelt above him dropped into his hands, soft and heavy. Her nipples, thick already from the cold, were dark brown, a contrast to her pale skin, and stood proud from the crinkled areola. He pushed up hard against her breasts, and she cupped his hands in hers, and squeezed tighter.

"Suck on them, suck really hard." She dropped one breast over his mouth, and he reached up, biting and sucking, taking her flesh in. "Ooo, that's... it... yes, mmm... The other one, too, share my tits. Ooo fuck, that's good."

He pressed one breast hard up against her chest as he suckled on the other one, then swapped. Jillian swayed from side to side, enjoying the pull and tug of his mouth on her nipples and the soft flesh of her breasts. She shuddered with pleasure. "Ooo, nice, that's... a nipple-gasm, I... harder... ooo, I get... ah, fuck... little comes, from my breasts..." She moaned. "Damn, that's good."

Adam bent one leg up, and she ground her cunt back against his thigh, spreading herself wide on him. She shifted her body down, dropping her breasts against his chest, finding his mouth with hers for a long, hungry kiss. She tongue fucked him, bit on his lush lips, hungry to taste him. Her fingers found one of his hands, and she stretched it up above his head. With her other hand Jillian fought and grappled with her skirt, pulling it out of the way, and she found her wet centre, sliding her fingers under her body to her clitoris. She frigged herself, getting her fingers sticky and wet, but not wet enough.
 
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https://literotica.com/s/donalds-harem

The first in what I hope might be a non-con/reluctance serial? Maybe? One that centers on a male character, his wife, and her friends. I intentionally left a lot of unanswered questions, I admit. I’ve always liked readers to use their own imaginations to fill in the blanks. I’m hoping to expand on it over time in instalments.

Please be gentle but honest.
 
Boardroom Bitch

My latest story is now available for your perusal...

https://www.literotica.com/s/boardroom-bitch-ch-01

Boardroom Bitch tells the story of Vanessa Prudhomme, a successful, high-flying businesswoman who is a complete failure as a mother. She's aware of her inadequacies as a parent, and wants to do something about it. She doesn't have the maternal instinct but there is one way she knows how to 'connect' with a young guy like her son...so she's about to make him an offer he can't refuse.

'Boardroom Bitch' is available now...
 
Sweet Treats

My entry in the Halloween Contest is a strange fetishy thing with sweet treats, a girl who might just be hairy, but might be a wolf, and a salutary warning to be cautious of strange houses in suburbia.

A word-cloud can be found here: https://worditout.com/word-cloud/3943141

The story can be found here: https://www.literotica.com/s/sweet-treats-1


She lifted both arms up over her head, pulling her breasts into a deeper cleavage, revealing, ohh, fuck, fuck, fuck, displaying the two hairy cunts of her armpits. Each hollow had three twisted runs of glossy black hair, coiled and entwined, shadowing the skin underneath. I couldn't stop for thought. I leaned down to place my open mouth on a hollow of hair, sucking as much of her flesh into my mouth as I could.

Her taste was pungent and strong, slightly acrid, somewhat metallic; an after-taste that I savoured like the best wine. A red, rich and fruity, with a little hint of cherry. Not cherry, aniseed. Aniseed and liquorice. The sweat of her body, the taste of her skin, the smell of her. Her whole bouquet was on my tongue.

"The other side, too," she said, softly, and I realised that one arm was up for my mouth, but she was holding my head with her other hand, holding me against her body. Her hand - and I flashed on her long fingers and brightly painted nails laced through my hair in the softest caress - her hand was to hold me. "Eat me there. You must taste everything."

"Your taste..." I began.

"Sshhh," she replied. "Just eat. My flesh is for you to eat. Don't worry, sir, I am hungry too. I will eat you, taste your skin. You will be my sweet treat, you'll see."
 
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