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How I Learned to Watch

by KittyO on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The first time it happened by accident, at least on my end. On the Friday, I had moved in with a new flat mate, a woman I know from work. She'd given me the keys and gone to off to Brighton. I didn't expect her to be at home when I walked in on Monday afternoon. In fact, I thought that the noise from her bedroom was the alarm on her radio which had gone off...

[K][T] and Family Finale

by pocketrocket on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Author's note. This ends the story of How Kitten Met Teddybear. To those that voted for the Clitorides Awards, thank you. 2013 Winner, Best BDSM Story - Chapter 31—Postcards Interlude: 25th Anniversary Cindy: Mom can be oblivious at times. She completely forgot that it is traditional for the groom to toss one of his wife's garters. The problem was not t...

A Tale of Two Cities

by chas4455 on Apr 22, 2020
Loving Wives

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair..." Charles Dickens *** It's the middle of February, and it's going to...

Hypocrisy in our Free Speech

by MrMaddness on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

21st Century Censorship (What is Obscene or Indecent...can you please tell me?), and the Hypocrisy of the FCC Shit. Piss. Fuck. Cunt. Cocksucker. Mother-fucker. Tits. Those are the so called 7 dirty words you can't say on an on-air broadcast. Since George Carlin famously said those seven dirty words over 30 years ago, a few have been added as well. Asshole,...

Reconciliation Ch. 02

by Shadow_Weaver on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

I walk towards my office and dwell on the night in the dojo. It had been a taste of the past, but, like with everything pleasurable, a taste is never enough. My body yearned for the days when two men were at my side. Two men with long black hair, dark brown eyes and midnight black wings. The past is gone though I try as hard as I can to keep it. Crow and R...

Order of the Spear

by KenJames on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

* * * * * * * * * * Author's note: I wrote this story as a birthday present for cuddlydbear. Happy (early) Birthday, Dee. * * * * * * * * * * Thrusting Butte, rising rampant over the surrounding flat plain, was black against the twilight sky. The seven young men had finished setting up their camp and stood at the mountain's base, contemplating the precar...

Singing Cricket, Mountain Fucker

by Baba8 on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Chapter One Singing Cricket was growing weak. He was on his vision quest to earn a warrior's name. He could feel strength in the rocks he perched on. He was at the edge of the Black Hills. The rocks would later be called Mt. Rushmore by the white man. He could sense both wisdom and strength from his current location (Jefferson's brow) but he could not absor...

Reconciliation Ch. 03

by Shadow_Weaver on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

It has been two nights since the night Crow met me at my office and nothing can erase the memory, not that I want to anyway. Man, even as I remember the way he took me, I start to get wet, my whole body tingling. Once, long ago, it wouldn't have been just the two of us. Raven would have been there too. Now, since we've all violated the oath, I bide my time...

Impressionable Youth

by Lynabo on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Mrs. Crow was the local slag; most people knew it; some deemed to talk to her others avoided her like the plague. Most men admired her secretly; many would have just loved a turn between the sheets with her but dare not admit it. Like most slags Mrs. Crow did not care what anybody thought of her, in fact she was fearless and outspoken, her one and only fear...

Swann's Light Ch. 01

by Thornerose on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The kiss of autumn wind on his naked skin was as intimate as the sweep of her hot tongue over his pelvis. The dusky-gold skinned woman kneeling before him in the trash-strewn alley was no professional working the inns and streets of Bahl, but the skill she displayed as her teeth and tongue worked along his growing cock was beyond comparison to the base servi...