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Picked the Wrong Woman

by Scorpio44a on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

"It's your wife." The voice on the phone said as I answered. "Is she hurt?" I panicked. What could have happened? "No. But she will be. And soon if you don't do something." "Who is this?" "I could be your best friend. I won't give you my name. If word got back to the office about this call I could be out of work, and that's not going to happen. Do you w...

The Janitor Ch. 01

by Robin P on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Chapter one. Gwen picked up the mail from the mat, closed the front door behind with her foot and flicked the switch, turning on the main light. She dropped her coat over the back of the hall chair, next to the phone and stepped into the living room, kicking off her shoes and wriggling her toes in the pile of the carpet as she went. It had been a long day,...

Fishing Season

by fisherman on Sep 16, 2017
Non-Erotic

“Where’d the time go?”, he wondered walking in his backyard drinking his morning coffee. “How many days and weeks amounting to months did I wish winter away? Now it’s gone, the daffodils are in bloom and I’m still right here, where it all began and I haven’t even ordered the new rods yet. Am I wasting my life away? I wish she were still here. Things be diffe...

The Pet Store

by arizonatekoki on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

When I was 18, just before college, (late bloomer, still skinny) I was fully in the swing of girls, cleavage, playboy magazines and full release; needless to say ... I was jerking it quite often. I use to go fishing a lot and recently got a largemouth bass as a pet. I would go into the neighborhood pet store and steal goldfish to feed to my fish, no kiddin...

Texas Flower

by Rose70 on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Texas, 1848 My name is Susana Jackson. I was widowed two years ago at a young age after my husband Jacob moved us here. I did not like living in this hot place after my native Ohio, and after he died, I was so lonely. I now have two friends here and I need to run Jacob's general store, so I am busy and do not have time to think about my loneliness. About...

Daily Life with Furry Girls Ch. 15

by SciFurz on Nov 13, 2017
NonHuman

Feli took a deep breath through her nose, stretched and yawned. Opening her eyes slowly she watched the sun crawl just over the horizon and touch the bed with her first rays of light. She smiled softly, it really was a good idea to set up the sleeping area in the corner where the sun came up, and now that they were done moving she felt like they could fully...

Damn Tourists

by Decayed Angel on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

I had looked forward to my fourteenth birthday the entire year because it fell on the first day of trout fishing season. Marc, my best friend, and I had made big plans; I was all set to spend the night at his house, which was closer to the creek, so we could wake up before dawn and go to out to our favorite place. "The rock" was a huge rock that jutted out i...

Are You Fishing...

by My Erotic Trail on Sep 1, 2017
How To

Fish for a Story Idea, a Word or Literary Inspiration I observed a friend writing. She was sitting with a small stack of papers in her lap and a pencil in her hand. She would look outward, not really looking at anything specifically but instead she was fishing for words to use that would fit into her write. She scribbled on the paper and then looked upward...

Big Foot Ch. 2

by Dr. Bull on Oct 8, 2019
NonHuman

Sara woke early; her friend Jessie was still exhausted from their encounter with the big foot the day before, and was still sleeping. She slipped down to the creek crossed it and walked up the rise to the warm spring at the base of the hill. The sun shone on her nude body and felt wonderful, she love being naked in the wild, the light breeze, the plants that...

Annie's Vacation Cabin Ch. 01

by Satin and Lace on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Annie chided herself on driving into the backwoods so late. It was the last antique shop. The crib, rocker, the canopy bed was just perfect. She had already figured out which client would pay top dollar. It was the thrill of the hunt. Driving along the road she looked as she saw the dusk come in wrapping her deeply inside of it. She loved her cabin no phone,...