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Dear Jos

by Joserlin on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

My Dearest Joserlin, I dreamed of you again last night. It was a hot, humid night and I'd thought I'd never get to sleep; but I did, and I'm so glad for it. You had come to my room and from my bed I could see you framed by the moonlight that was pouring in through the open window. It shone against your skin and made flames of the trail of hair that leads...

Mr. Alster

by Chicodavrez on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** The phone rang twice before he picked up, concerned. "Hey love. What's wrong?" I was in hysterics, but I managed to mumble out that I couldn't go home and I had no where to go. "Where are you?" "In front of school. I'm a mess. I don't know what I'm going to do..." "Sit tight. I'll be right ther...

The One Ch. 05

by honeywldcat on Sep 11, 2017
Romance

Jake waited and watched. He had known she was up to something. He just didn't know what. Joselyn sat in her car. She'd been there for the past fourteen minutes. Just who in the hell was she meeting at three a.m. on the morning of their wedding? It sure in the hell wasn't him. Jake was seething inside. If it was who he thought it was, things were not going...

Alison's Lament Pt. 02

by Andyhm on Dec 24, 2019
Novels and Novellas

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. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ~ ~§~ ~...

Ragdoll Ch. 09

by CapriciousRain on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

I am nearly pinned upon my back beneath the Demon Bitch. I claw and scrape and kick, seeking desperately to scurry back, to avoid and to escape the sinuous tail that darts and plunges against my robes, between my legs. It snakes and thrashes, guided by the wicked intent of its owner, seeking to pierce the core of me. She seeks to defile me, to make me what s...

The One Ch. 04

by honeywldcat on Sep 11, 2017
Romance

Thankfully, the rehearsal dinner was over. Catherine was in the car with Daniel headed back to her house, and she could feel the tension radiating from him. Do I ask him what's wrong or do I just act as if I don't notice? The inner battle with her conscious played over and over. Finally, she decided to just get on with it and ask. She settled her hand on t...

Alison's Lament

by Andyhm on May 22, 2019
Novels and Novellas

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described herein are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships and activities are at least18 years old. ~ ~§~ ~...

A Surface Problem Ch. 03

by cfumago on Oct 6, 2020
Novels and Novellas

During this long experimental phase Peter had been seeing a lot of Anna. They spent weekends and occasional weekday evenings together. They enjoyed many of the same activities, and spent nights at each other's apartments. The early trauma with Katya was soon forgotten and occasionally they went out as a threesome, though usually Peter and Anna used Peter's p...

Sunday Morning Going Up

by FrancisMacomber on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

The wind howled as I crouched behind the trees at the side of the house. "I hate the cold," I muttered, but there was nothing to do but endure it. This had to be settled, regardless of the weather. The house's security system looked like a good one, but after years of working in construction, I knew something about how such systems are installed and how to...

Growing Up Palminteri

by SongK on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"Sonya! Sonya!" I ran when I heard Frankie's voice getting vastly closer. That boy may look like nothin' but apple pie but on the inside something wasn't right. I made a quick right at the hall of my mother's Bronx penthouse and hid in the hallway closet, climbing onto the top shelf as I heard his shallow pants getting closer. I nestled into the tight spac...