Can A Storm Screen Protect Windows For Wind Mitigation Stories

371,977 results
Orientation
Length
Source
Infinite Scroll
SmutMD: The World's Biggest Erotic Literature Search Engine.
© 2025 SmutMD.com

The Great Flood

by Cromagnonman on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

I drove into town to be met by a wall of hostility, not the usual hostility associated with a stranger taking up residence in a smallish country town, which I was, but the hostility towards a man taking the place of a beloved citizen, which I also was. I was because I was guilty of buying up the beloved citizen's property in a mortgagee sale. What the hosti...

Discussion

by adamgunn on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

This is a non-erotic story. There are no graphic descriptions of sex, only some consideration of the subject. The thermometer on the back porch read ninety-three, hot even for the first day of August. The curtain of hemlocks remained undisturbed by any tinge of breeze. The back yard table was set with plates, flatware and glasses despite the forecast for...

Ella & Jake Ch. 01

by Kayadale on Aug 31, 2020
NonHuman

*Author's Note* This is my first time trying to write a werewolf story. It is unedited. If you notice any errors, please let me know. Feedback is welcome. CHAPTER 1 The rain fell hard on the top of the car. She sat by the side of the road, looking out at the pouring rain. The wind rocked the car back and forth. She wasn't sure what she was going to do. The...

Sandy, The Unwelcome Visitor

by johncarpenter63 on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

"Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight/ Forcin' a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this warm July." With those words Bruce Springsteen begins to paint a picture of one aspect of life as he knew it on the Jersey Shore. For better or worse we've also been subjected to MTV's version of life on the "Jersey Shore." Let me gi...

Hurricane

by Romantic1 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"Damn, damn, damn," I muttered. The track of Hurricane "Grace" -- the seventh named storm of the year, had turned ninety-degrees and the track now took the eye of the Category Two storm directly into the east coast of Florida. "JIM," I screamed at my production assistant. He turned with a serious look on his face. "Get me set up again. We've got to do anoth...

Betrayal Pt. 01

by R410a on Oct 31, 2018
Romance

As I sat on the couch in the long shadows of afternoon I could hear the giggling and laughter. Then the moans and sounds of intercourse. I sat staring out the patio doors into the back yard, I wasn't going to burst in, when they were done I would inform her we were through and it was time for her to be gone. Walking down the hall toward the front door I he...

Buried Treasure Ch. 66-70

by partwolf on Sep 23, 2019
NonHuman

Duluth Police Captain Mark McCluskey’s POVDuluth, Minnesota With the storm rolling in, the Chief had canceled all vacation and put the Duluth Police on mandatory overtime. I’d been working since noon, and it was now one in the morning. I tossed my jacket onto the hook on the door, and removed my gun belt and put it in my desk drawer. We were no strangers t...

The Haunting of Evangeline Kelly

by naughtychanteusez on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

Evangeline Kelly awoke with a start, the noise was unbearably awful and it sounded as if someone were being raped. She sat straight up in bed and grabbed her phone and in a half sleeping haze shoved her tumbling blonde hair out of her eyes and attempted to dial 911. Suddenly the screaming stopped and the night was a quiet collection of fall wind and its bl...

The Freak

by imhapless on Nov 18, 2019
Loving Wives

Once you get to the part about why I'm a freak, so that you don't condemn me too fast and too viciously, I want to put my freakish talent, and how I used it, into perspective. If a basketball player is unusually tall while still coordinated, or exceptionally coordinated and can jump out of his or her shoes, society doesn't condemn her or him for using their...

A Girl on the Bus Pt. 03

by electricblue66 on Mar 9, 2020
Mature

"That can't be good," I said to my colleague Rachel, late on a Friday afternoon. The lights had flickered, dimmed twice, then recovered. "The storm, it's getting worse. Look how dark it is outside." She was right. Outside, the rain pummelled in gusts against the windows, and across the alley a broken downpipe spilled water, spiralling down then blowing awa...