Amsden Labour Repression Stories

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May Pole

by oggbashan on Sep 17, 2017
Erotic Horror

Copyright Oggbashan April 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***** I lay back on the bed beside Lucina. I was satiated with a...

Mellow Yellow Ch. 18

by miskeivitch on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Vanessa peeked at Melinda and me screwing almost every time we had sex over the next couple of months, at least as far as I could tell. Bedtime for the kids was the cue that it was show time for Melinda and Paul. Saturday nights used to be Hockey Night in Canada but for Melinda and me they became Nookie Night in Canada. I was losing track of how the team was...

At the London Psychosexual Society

by EarnestImp on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

I found this in an old trunk in my attic; it seems to have been among my great-grandfather's papers. Originally, the introductory text and anonymous annotations were in italics - I have placed them in square brackets. I have done my best to copy the text accurately, but there may be errors, because the paper was decomposing and badly stained in places. I pas...

Staying Faithful....?

by cphi on Sep 29, 2019
Cheating Spouses

(Make sure you're hitting "Start Game" over there, or this isn't going to make sense!) (A note to readers: This story is a slow burner. Don't expect saucy scenes right away, unless you deliberately choose the most promiscuous options ;)) (Second note, regarding BDSM content: this is a work of fiction and sexual fantasy. In real life, all power exc...

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What a Ride

by wintercity on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

I didn't like taking the train, back then, especially the night train. But then there was really no other way from Warsaw to Wroclaw if you didn't have a car. To save time, I took the night train which left Warsaw at about 9 pm arriving in Wroclaw about 6 the next morning (it stopped for a couple of hours between Wroclaw and Poznan). Usually I got a sleeper...

Protection Against Pornography Week

by Selena_Kitt on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

For one week in October, the government declares pornography awareness week. Oh, wait, wait, I take that back. The Bush Administration renamed it "Protection Against Pornography Week" a few years ago. I know, puts a whole new spin on it, doesn't it? Because when I first saw, "Pornography Awareness Week," I thought, hey, cool! We're gonna have open debates...

In Xanadu Ch. 03

by ILienBagby on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

She needed to sit down. She didn't know if she really wanted to leave. She had no idea of what she would do next or what she would say next. Jane had always had been in control of her sexual impulses, never confused. She was no prude. She had never shied away from conversation that dealt with sex. She had been sexually active since her freshman year in coll...

Sex and the Pregnant Girl

by wife2hotblk on Sep 16, 2017
How To

Sex and the Pregnant Girl: What every woman (and man) should know Have I got your attention with the title? The thing is that this is a delicate subject with many myths. It is also one that many women feeling very uncomfortable discussing with their doctors or midwives. First thing to know is that in a normal, uncomplicated pregnancy; it is alright to enga...

A Peek into a Twisted Mind Pt. 01

by GeorgeTyerbyter on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Introduction: "Capnolognia" (smoking fetishism) is delved into from a personal perspective. Sexual hi-jinks and out-of-control fantasies abound as you are guided through the mind of a fastidious fetishist. And so, dear reader; if smoking is not a "thing" for you—either in a sexually dynamic sense, or in any other sense—then I'd suggest you move on to some...

St. Silvia's Ch. 01

by FantasiesinSleep on Oct 5, 2020
NonHuman

I never knew my mother. She abandoned me at a convent shortly after I was born. Nor do I know who my father is, though I have my suspicions about his nature given my own tendencies and proclivities. St. Silvia's was an isolated nunnery in the countryside. Being isolated, the nuns were left in a bit of a quandary as to what to do with this small, male infant...