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Chords

by PaulUK on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Another night, another club. Smoke tendrils in the lights of amps and spots; pitch black, shadows moving on shadows. I wrinkle my nose a little at the scent of piss in the stairwell, push through past the bulk of a sneering bouncer in a dark suit. There's a bar at this end of the room; within thirty seconds I have a drink pressed into my hands, numbingly col...

Rubymoon Private Asylum Pt. 04

by Tombescent on Sep 14, 2020
BDSM

The patient had been in the custody of Rubymoon for a little over four months. It had been some time since anyone had thought of it as "Dr. Smith". A C note had played hours ago, indicating the patient should be still. It knelt in the center of the room, staring blankly, not daring to so much as scratch an itch lest it provoke the buzzer. The patient was a...

Midnight Blues

by Pandoras Desire on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

"Whatever it is, it'll keep 'til the morning, haven't we both got better things to do.. Midnight Blue." Wafted through the air, from the lovely Melissa Manchester. Her long fingers gliding over the piano keys, as her long red curly hair cascading down her back, swaying lightly from side to side as she moved her head and sang. "Bravo, Bravo." From across the...

XChange Seminar, X-change, X Change Ch. 02

by Grabenork on Feb 6, 2018
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

"Good morning, everyone! I am Dr. Welcott, and I am very happy to welcome you to X-Change Technologies, Inc. You are all here because you attended one of our X-Change Seminars run by Dr. Brewer at the Comstock Institute. He reports that you all participated in the seminar enthusiastically and then signed a list to volunteer to become future demonstrators at...

A Young Boy Remembers

by duddle146 on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

"All the Worlds a stage and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts." William Shakespeare A Young Boy Remembers - The best Guitar Player I Never Heard! I still remember that summer day. It was hot, almost stifling in my Grandparent's modest living room. Out of boredom, I had...

The Eighty-eighth Key Ch. 10

by Adrian Leverkuhn on Apr 20, 2020
Novels and Novellas

Part II Chapter 10 Imogen was sitting on the sand enjoying a perfect afternoon at the beach with her father, sifting fine white sand between her toes, watching the way the grains fell and wondering why. Why did one grain fall this way and another that way - and what caused the disparity in action? Was it gravity, or were there different coefficients of fri...

Mark's University Adventure

by adam17017 on Nov 4, 2016
Romance

1996 Mark Miller was a Canadian born high school graduate, who has been accepted into the University of Southern California on a full baseball scholarship. It had always been Mark's dream to play baseball professionally, and he was now getting that chance. Mark said goodbye to his parents, and his sister, and got into the passenger seat of his girlfriend's c...

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They Met For Breakfast

by Rose P on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

They met for breakfast. She was filled with anticipation and trepidation. They were fascinated and fascinating. She carried the impression of hard and cold; intelligent and analytical and over all, disinterest. Why had they brought her here? What would they achieve through this? This was a passionate woman? She appeared distant. Breakfast was served, bo...

Mate Ch. 01

by risgrynsfisk on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

Peter The warriors of the black army advanced on our left flank. They shouted, shook their spears. Behind their first ranks loomed even larger enemies. There was the rumble of cannons and the purple stench of malevolent magic. The initial maneuvering for subtle strategic advantages seemed to be over. Here they came, with flashing swords and yet I was more w...

Cords

by endthedream on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

He pressed the chords as deeply as he could. Surely this would get him through Sunday morning. Sunday morning was his least favorite time of the week. He thought it was worse than Sunday afternoon and evening. Everything was dead on Sunday morning. It seemed the world closed up shop then, more tightly closed than the rest of the Terrible Thunder Lizard, whic...