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Clippy

by RomanCEisdead2 on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

Now, it's not what you might think; I'm not talking about that annoying Microsoft Office pop-up. No, I'm talking about the London Clippy, more properly known as a bus conductress. This was long before the Oyster Card method of payment that you wand as you board a bus, through concertina folding doors. Back then there was no door, just an open platform at the...

Donna & Me

by davidh19 on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

This is a true story based on my first sexual encounter with a woman that was older than me. I first started talking to her on the internet. When I first met her online she was a 23 year old dancer at a club in Dallas. She sent me her picture and she looked absolutely fantastic. Her name (suspiciously enough) was Candy Kane, I didn't believe it as much as I...

A Lucky Break

by xxkissmytoesxx on Aug 30, 2017
Fetish

It was an ugly, windy, and unforgivingly hot day. I was in a rotten mood to begin with. My boyfriend and I had broken up the night before, and I was getting ready to meet my best girlfriend at the theatre for a movie and some men-bashing afterwards at our favorite bar. I threw on a pink strappy sundress and didn't even bother with a bra. Too hot, and too unc...

Now I'm a Believer

by Purpletoenails on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

"Love at first sight." "What a bunch of bologna," I had thought most of my life. Yes, I knew about immediate attraction to a person of the opposite sex. But love? That was different. At 52, I was skeptical about relationships. I had just finished my second divorce. The few guys who were showing interest in me were shooting aggressively for a chance at my...

True Blue Ch. 2

by Stiffness on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Pardon me for not writing sooner, but a lot has been going on. To begin with let me give you a brief update, then I will describe what has most recently happened. After Leesa's first encounter with Wily, her new black massage client I was eager to hear what she would tell Rocky. I was surprised she told him she had given her first black customer a massage....

The Party Room

by Jeremy Davis on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

My wife is normally kind of shy around new poeple, and even when she does talk to them she is timid and very guarded. Imagine my surprise when I saw what my wife was doing with Candy in the private dance booth at a local strip club. I'm getting ahead of myself though, let me start at the begining. We had just stepped out of the shower and were getting ready...

Amy Goes from Hair Stylist to House Pt. 04

by THIRDCOAST on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Chapter One It has been a few weeks since I've seen Mr. Kesler, Chloe, or Max. I'm hoping that Mr. Kesler will allow me to become part of their BDSM family. He is the lead Dominant, while Chloe is his wife and submissive and Max is their black bull slave. This morning when I woke. I was doing some cleaning around the house. Mr. Kesler has me naked when at...

A Creamy Blast from the Past

by SugarandSalt on May 7, 2019
Transgender & Crossdressers

This is a resubmission. All characters depicted are eighteen years old or over. * It was the sort of beautiful Spring day that transcends all description. The sky was crisp and clear and perfectly blue. Calvin didn't take notice of the fresh green grass crunching pleasantly beneath his feet nor the burgeoning trees, with their leaves dancing in the breeze....

Shameless for Shoes:

by Sir_Stikkimus_Soxx on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

... another titillacious tale as told by esteamed author Sir Stikkimus Soxx, Esquire... (Oh and do feel free to imagine Rupert Everett's voice whilst reading. Or not.) * * * * * Our setting today, an office. Not too hot, not too cold, but just and resoundingly right for our soon to be steamy little romp (and yes, yes, yes with all of the usual things one...

The Path

by johnpassion on Sep 24, 2019
Non-Erotic

The man walked with his head slightly bowed, eyes scanning the ground in front of him and his arms swinging loosely at his side. Occasionally he would kneel down, placing his left knee on the ground. He chuckled as he reached for the rock and picked it up. The rock did not tell an igneous joke, no granite possibilities of humor. Not even a quartz of a funnin...