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Fun Fund Raising Pt. 03

by OneWifetoLive on Dec 23, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

A few months had passed since my last...charitable...gig. And true to form, the memory of it was always in my mind. Stripping in front of a room full of horny guys...fingering my soaking pussy...watching one of the guys stroke his giant cock... And when I'd really let my mind race, it'd go much further than that. Taking that cock in my mouth...letting that...

True Love

by My Erotic Tale on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

In passions embrace, Vix clinched tightly, her fingers grasp around the forearm of her lover. In a pendulum of swaying flesh their bodies mess. Breasts in swing and bounce hovered while grinding hips thrust. Dim lit corner stone ornaments bare witness to the flowering of this feast, on desire's plate. Racing stripe colors of mod gray and black ripped around...

Have Another Little Bit Of My Heart

by moreandmore on Mar 23, 2020
Non-Erotic

Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Charles Dickens: "The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again." + + + + My doctor's words still echoed in my mind as I was driven home. "Sit on your hands. Take it easy. Nothing stressful. Walk, but don't p...

Hidden Energies

by oneCresserelle on May 11, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Twelve minutes remained. Niko, currently leaning back in his chair, reflected that although he rarely felt sure about much anything, he could at least be confident of that. After all, the contraption glimmering peacefully high above his head was likely the most perfect timekeeper in the whole world. An "armillary sphere" is the proper term for these thin...

The House of Ill Repute

by BobWrongerer on Sep 5, 2018
Humor & Satire

Mr. St. Franklin was a difficult man to be friends with. He viewed all others in order of their usefulness to him. Yet, Mr. St. Franklin, defying all odds, had a friend. He was Bob, who was without a doubt the nicest man in the twelve western states (as well as a grand swath of western Canada). Bob and Mr. St. Franklin had known each other since childhood....

How I Banged Your Mother

by DarkSwordsmanReturns on Apr 1, 2020
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

From the phone records of Logan Hayes: 9/14/2019, 17.36 Lily Mo Sheen: UR A FUCKING ASSHOLE!! 9/14/2019, 18.12 Logan Hayes: Now, now babe. What way is that to talk to your boyfriend? 9/14/2019, 18.14 Lily Mo Sheen: don't u babe me you piece of shit! My mum! My fucking mum! How fucking could u!! 9/14/2019, 18.53 Logan Hayes: My best friend, how could...

Stolen Moments No. 01

by virusman on May 15, 2019
Erotic Couplings

I'm dying. Oh no, I can hear you saying as you reach for the off button, not another rebarbative list of ailments and vomit inducing descriptions of medical procedures. Don't worry, there will be none of that; in fact I've hardly had a day's illness in my life and only occasionally had to bother the doctor. But the inescapable fact is that I am dying. After...

Buttweasel and The Astronaut

by Buttweasel on Sep 17, 2017
Humor & Satire

Fresh from his successful butt-banging of a fat chick (now dead from diabetes induced gangrene) Buttweasel set forth for pastures new. His son would have to fend for himself now - using the power of dance to gain the trust of the upper classes and his blow darts to kill them and steal their gold. What a life he was set to lead! Buttweasel had trekked wide a...

Relief

by Thira on Sep 14, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Entirely fictional, etc. _________________ The match won, Tatiana Golovin made her way towards the fans; smiling gleefully. She had always enjoyed signing autographs - the smiles that met her made her enjoy the sport that much more. She did admit, guiltily, that when her well, libido was firing up, it gave her a strange thrill to be flaunting her whole s...

Hope & Other Four Letter Words

by Black_Bird on Sep 14, 2017
Non-Erotic

Michael was strolling home from the bar. His eyes were glazed, his mouth was dry and pasty, and feet moved like lead in the ocean. Down the familiar sidewalk between the neighborhood watering hole and the hole in the wall he called home, he walked. His hair seemed to be graying, his wrinkles appeared deeper and he wore a constant expression of bitterness. "...