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Grandma Cries Alone in the Dark

by Heathen Hemmingway on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Why Grandma cries when the lights go out When I was young, I remember one winter day when my mother came home in tears. I was sitting on the porch waiting for her, wearing a brown doeskin jacket she had made for me the winter before. There was a dogwood tree in our front yard, and I could hear the dead leaves hanging from its limbs rustling in the easterly...

Panties!!!

by Cassie201019 on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Hi there! My name is Sandy and I sort of have a confession to make... I don't wear panties out in public. Well it's not like I do it all the time, just when I'm wearing a skirt. I love to feel the breeze flowing between my legs and gently caressing my female parts. It's strange, but I really enjoy it. Right now I'm sitting under a tree right outside of Cen...

Fantasy

by marydoll on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It is still very warm in the early evening and we’ve gone out for a romantic walk along the esplanade to watch the sunset over the river. You are standing behind me with your arms wrapped round me, gently kissing my neck. Every touch of your lips gives me a hit of adrenalin and waves of excitement rush through my body. It doesn’t take you long to realise how...

Theater Flashing Ch. 01

by Liz_ny on Sep 18, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

When we first started going to the "X" rated movies I dressed in a skirt that could be unbuttoned all the way from the bottom to my waist, no panties, a see-thru blouse and no bra. We would go into the Porno Theater and find an empty row and sit in the middle of it. Because we were a couple, men would come and sit in front and behind us. After a few minutes...

Our First Meeting

by YorEyzOnly on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

"We are approaching landing at this time. If you would please be seated and fasten your seatbelts we will be on the ground in 5 minutes. And thank you for flying Delta Airlines." As I fastened my seatbelt, my heart starts to pound. It has taken six months for this moment to happen and finally I will be able to see you for the first time. The anticipation h...

Laura Ch. 03

by shandal on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

This is a romantic thriller, with lots of interaction between the central characters, and lots of twists and turns. Life has its ups and downs, and as in this story about Laura and Chris, nothing runs smoothly. I hope you enjoy their love story. * The morning was half over, the nurse had been, and Laura had kept looking up the road through the front windo...

A Fullmoon Night

by sami22 on Aug 18, 2017
First Time

It was a gloomy night filled with a mournful silence as we sat together, him and me, a long time after mid night. We were both sitting in his veranda which seemed a secluded temple that night. We sat beside each other but each isolated in his own mind. It had been hours since either of us had uttered a word. He had been sitting in his favorite sofa gazing va...

The Old Man and the See

by magmaman on Sep 15, 2017
Humor & Satire

I wonder what all the crap is about looking forward to retirement? I finally did retire, let's just say sitting around on my ass waiting for Judge Judy to come on TV ain't really a great life. Course there is the wife, be nice to knock off a nice relaxed piece of butt now and then if she would go for it. Once a month or so she will reward me with a quickie,...

Black Alexis Dominates White Ch. 11

by TallBlondeGretchen on Mar 12, 2019
Interracial Love

Many thoughts ran through my mind as I remained sitting on my knees and the backs of my legs before young Alexis Barron. The hardwood floor beneath my shins was cold as I held the tube of lotion in my weak hands. I simply gazed upon it, lost in thought, and wondering what Alexis Barron had in store for me. It caused me to drift further into my humiliation....

The Rider

by x_orion_x on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Prologue Let's face it. There's nothing new under the sun, is there? My kind of story will have been told a hundred times before. Probably better, hopefully worse. But I'd like to tell you anyway. Imagine: Moscow, a bar. It's smoky, dimly lit. In the far corner, just over there, you can see two men playing pool. That one on the left, he's Mr. Salvastor. V...