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The Photog

by Nicola_Italia1 on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

It was a dry heat that was almost stifling as Natalie Brenner dropped off her bags. The flight to Kabul had been riddled with problems and the fact that she was one of the top foreign correspondents with the BBC didn't help. She held dual citizenship with the United States and Italy on her father's side and the higher ups had agreed she should travel on the...

La apuesta

by Jenoma on Apr 22, 2025

Raúl, nuestro protagonista es un chico de 22 años, no tiene muy claro que quiere hacer con su vida. Acaba de terminar su carrera en Ciencias, pero no encuentra trabajo de lo suyo. Por su parte, su amiga, Lily, es una chica algo mayor, tiene 24 años, tiene una carrera en Ingeniería Aeronáutica, pero no hay trabajo disponible para lo suyo en su país, por lo qu...

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The Twelve Zenati Pt. 20

by xelliebabex on Apr 8, 2019
BDSM

Authors note: Hello everyone. I am struggling to find time and motivation to write at present. While I will endeavour to stick to my self-imposed schedule please bear with me during April, always a busy time in my family and circle of friends. I am, as always, grateful to David and Kate for being my second sets of eyes. I hope those of you who enjoy this se...

The Twelve Zenati Pt. 12

by xelliebabex on Dec 18, 2018
BDSM

Author's note: Hello everyone. Unfortunately, I haven't been as well as I would have hoped by now and the treatment has worn me down so I am a bit slower than usual. While I will continue to get chapters out as fast as possible, please excuse any future tardiness especially over the busy holiday season. I hope you continue to enjoy this series of the Tables....

Losing It

by Cromagnonman on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I opened my eyes and stared at acoustic ceiling tiles. 'Strange' I thought to myself, 'I don't recall having acoustic tiles in the ceiling of my bedroom. I turned my head to check the time on my clock radio to find it strangely missing, and in its place there was a plastic jug and a glass. "Awake at last I see." The voice was unfamiliar. "What do you have t...

The McGuire Brother's Sister

by Egmont Grigor on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

ONE A stranger came into town on a hot and windy day, just as drifters did in the Old West, well over 100 years ago. "Howdy, stranger," greeted the bartender, the tops of her breasts showing above scooped low neck of her flimsy top from Celine's of Paris (Texas). The height of the bar concealed her bare belly and scruffy tennis shorts. "Beer, or whisky?"...

The Twelve Zenati Pt. 10

by xelliebabex on Dec 3, 2018
BDSM

Authors note: Hello everyone. I hope you have been enjoying this series of the Tables. Thank you once again to David and Kate for being my second set of eyes. Enjoy! ~ellie. ***** Dressed in a plain linen shift dress, Olivia clutched Genesis' hand as she walked into the large imposing building of the Australian Federal Police, labelled with the initials A...

The Alien Ship Ch. 10

by scorpionicus45 on Sep 11, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Kyle walked back to his quarters from the shuttle bay, with the group of women and androids walking along with him. Even though the visit to the Martian surface had only lasted a short time the discovery of the Bug shuttle and being the first humans to land on the planet had given everyone a lot of excitement in that short amount of time. Reaching his quarte...

The Most Beautiful Art

by Cndrlla69 on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

Normally trekking through an old growth oak forest would be the cat's meow for me. After all, I am an ecology major just on the verge of graduation. The thought of graduation reminded me once again why I was here in these woods and my ire rose. Damn art requirement and damn counselor who had realized I was missing it! I hate art. I can't even draw stick figu...

The Triskele Collar Ch. 09

by Triskella on Feb 12, 2019
BDSM

I lay on the thick fur rug again, this time bound with silken cords that held my arms crossed behind my back, the bonds running around my ribcage above and below my breasts, then knotted together between them. My knees were sharply bent, the soles of my feet pressed together and secured with the silken cord round my ankles and additionally looped round both...