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Dissoluteness Ch. 01

by EROSSIR on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

She looked down at the card in the console tray of her car. She knew what it said. She studied it for close to an hour after it was handed to her. Now, driving home, her eyes kept stealing back to it. It was a simple card, plain white with simple block print barely big enough to be legible. "Dissoluteness" On the next line centered beneath that one word. "In...

The Compliant Customer

by JonTorLang on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"A truly great library contains something in it to offend everyone." - Jo Godwin I have always had a love of books. Old Books, besides their wonderful texture and smell, take you on journeys, lay bare the inner thoughts of great minds, entertain you with wit and satire, reveal to you the exploits of famous explorers, chronicle the rise and fall of great me...

The Book Store

by MissSenses on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Four blocks down from her townhouse was her favorite book store. Her days were very long sometimes and it was a great place to go unwind. She'd always arrive during her lunch hour since there were less people during that time of the day. It was a little, quiet getaway with a small coffee shop just inside near the front door. Soft music always played since th...

Ever the Caterpillar

by mayapapaya on Sep 16, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

The first thing I see when I walk into Good Vibrations - the first thing that anyone probably sees, can’t avoid seeing - is the complex display of leather strap-on gear adorning the left wall of the store, each item accompanied by a label bearing a name like “Texas Two-Step” and “British Bulldog.” Below that is the stuff you’re supposed to be strapping your...

Lost in the Wind Ch. 01

by Xantu on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

This is the story of how Cassy met her Master and the events that led to him to send her to the clinic in the series "Finding Home." If you have not already read "Finding Home", I would encourage you to read those stories as well. Enjoy. Xantu. Cassy always knew which stop was hers without even looking up from the book she was reading. She did not even st...

Bookstore Activities

by mkjames46 on Sep 14, 2017
First Time

The Corner Bookstore was not a widely known establishment, as it had not been around for many years and it was not well advertised. It was a fairly small store front, which hardly any chain business would find useful. The parking was some what awkward, so if there had ever been any large shipments to the store, it would have been nearly impossible to get the...

First Time Gloryhole

by stlimanika on Sep 25, 2017
Loving Wives

It's been a while since my wife and I have been away from the kids overnight, so needless to say we were both eager for an "adults" night out. We setup grandma to stay and watch the kids and drove to the city around 4pm to check in to our hotel. We both knew that there would be a LOT of sex that night and morning. We checked into the hotel and had sex righ...

Anal Sex at the Book Store

by RandyAlabama on Feb 4, 2020
Interracial Love

It was very foggy that morning when I traveled to work. A damp cool had settled in the valley. Long sleeve buttoned down shirt with jeans. I was horny and ready for some action. A social media site provided a platform to meet someone prior to a visit the Book Store. It was nice not having to stand and wait for someone with similar interests, I didn't have m...

Scary Stories to Tell: The Frat House

by CumBalloon123 on Aug 30, 2019
Science Fiction

The abandoned house was plain creepy. Every time Heather passed it on her way to her dorm room from class it gave her the shivers. She remembered when she was in high school, all the kids would play truth or dare and it seemed that every game the house would be mentioned in a dare; ‘go egg the house,’ ‘go knock on the house door,’ ‘go in the house.’ Of cours...

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Compulsive

by cortnymarie on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was Tuesday, and everyone knows that Tuesday is a great day to buy books. I am what some would call a bookworm, others would just say I have a rare form of LOCD, literary obsessive compulsive disorder. By my own account, I am a collector. My house is my evidence; it is full of books. I own fifteen four-shelf bookcases. My coffee table is made of books and...