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The Advent of the White Mini-Skirt

by LeggoMyEars on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Christy knew all too well that her love, Dusty, loved exhibitionism. One day she was shopping for a new skirt when she spotted a semi sheer white cotton skirt that was short enough that if she sat directly across from anyone, they would have a clear view up her skirt. She modeled it for Dusty later that day. He was pleased with her choice naturally! That we...

Pearls of Desire Ch. 01

by opal_fusion on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Spring. The cherry trees are in full blossom, petals of pink and white fluttering through the air, just as my heart flutters in my chest. We've met a thousand times, but not once in person, not once in flesh and blood. Now here I am, walking the downtown streets, hoping I might catch a glimpse of you. I haven't told you I'm here yet. I want to surprise you....

Adela's Room Ch. 1

by Moya on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

"Cesaria; Wake up my dear, dusk is here and we have much to talk about." Before I opened my eyes, I absorbed my surroundings using my senses. The voice, so gentle and soothing, familiar and loving. The air is filled with scents, some are comforting yet strangely grotesque; it is my own scent, my perfume and his, but then there is also the smell of dissolut...

Dust to Dust Ch. 01

by Evil Alpaca on Oct 12, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...

The Janus Trap

by Justrex on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

The huge desk taking up most of the floor space in his office was one of a kind. Constructed mostly of Carpathian Elm and Ebony, it had cost him somewhere in the neighborhood of two hundred thousand. The ergonomically designed chair he sat in was covered with fine smooth black calfskin that both cradled and supported his body in comfort and in style. That ha...

The Cure

by MartinHerrera on Mar 31, 2020
Humor & Satire

"Look at him, silly old goat. Ogling those girls like he's eighteen." Sun-browned fingers scrabbled for glasses and eyes scanned the far side of the square. A half-smoked Karelia dropped onto the checkers board. They squinted against the weak winter sunlight that warmed their old bones and beheld the embarrassment. "I mean, those jeans for a start," Geor...

Mistress Dusty

by justincbenedict on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

BUTTERMILK BOWL (possibly Sadistic Spouse in Buttermilk Falls) "But I've not cum in six weeks, Dusty" Crake Ingledew said to his demure spouse. Dusty looked up from her "Cosmo" long pink nails tapping an article discussing depilatory body hair removal. She is so beautiful! Crake thought. Languid hazel eyes with long lashes, the dark eyebrows frowning irrit...

Slave Elizabeth

by silent_tempest on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

Elizabeth sat on the couch, dressed in a robe of fine black silk, She was nude beneath it, Her womanly curves; full, firm breasts with nipples the size of fifty-cent pieces, and the color of dusty rose. Hips, slightly wide, but made for a man's thrust. Her cunt, shaved bare to always allow Him to see her excitement, when serving him. Her long, blonde curly h...

Meet The Haitian Goddess

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

The sun rose over the town of Quartier Morin, about thirty miles from the major City of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti. It found Sebastien Renard in bed, sulking. The big and tall young Black man stirred restlessly. Another sleepless night. For the thousandth time he wondered what could have possessed his father, Boston Police sergeant Ernest Renard had left him...

Swim Season Ch. 01

by hotwifefan on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

I'd like to tell you a story about a certain evening in mid-January a few years ago. I was a senior in high school and at the time a freestyle swimmer on our swim team. Where I'm from, swimming season occurs from October to March and it's always cold. I had just turned eighteen 4 months before and I guess you could say that the world was my oyster. I was str...