Father’s Friend Stories

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Pecos Justice

by Softly on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Our story starts in 1982. Sergeant Paul Zielinski, the Texas Ranger stationed in Pecos, Texas sat down on a bench under a tree in the Rudman Park. At the moment, he had no specific assignment, which was a rare occurrence. Like all good officers, when he was out in the public, his mind constantly was questioning why a person was doing what they were doing. H...

PenPal Ch. 03

by velvetpie on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Dear Aaron, I received your letter today and I can’t tell you how excited I was to hear from you. I got home from work and hurried out to the mailbox like I was a kid waiting to see if I’d won a contest. Inside were several bills (can’t help getting those!) but nestled in between them and my Gourmet magazine was your letter. I nearly dropped every thing on...

Night Falls Ch. 05

by NightChylde on Sep 13, 2017
NonHuman

Night Falls – Part 5 The servants had gone, the child taken carefully from her father’s arms and a still had gone over the household as the excitement of the day settled into the routine sleep of such a late hour. The cracking of the fire in the hearth was the only thing that broke the quiet so deafening after the earlier dramatics. The young Lord was slu...

Tail of a Bunny: Birth of the Bunny

by that hockeychick on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Why is a puckbunny called a puckbunny? Because they hop from ‘stick’ to ‘stick’ Quick definition: A puckbunny is a hockey groupie, a.k.a. puckfucks, etc. * * * * * Novalyn Springs was mad. Mad, mad, mad, mad, MAD!!!! “That fucking asshole,” she snarled, as she punched and kicked the punching bag in her private gym, “I lose my virginity to him on t...

Summer Training

by Grimm05 on Jan 8, 2019
BDSM

Michael has always wanted a sex slave, don’t ask why or for how long just accept it people, because that’s not what’s important. What’s important is the How and the Who? How will he obtain a sex slave? The next question is who will it be? Well to answer the first question Michael has been given a unique opportunity in the form of his Mother and Step-Father l...

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Dead Heat: Death For Breakfast Ch. 01

by velvetpie on Sep 15, 2017
NonHuman

Lauren’s hackles rose when she heard the creak in the hallway. It was five o’clock in the morning and her son, Jaime, wouldn’t be back from his father’s for another few hours, so she should be alone in the house. And the sound wasn’t from the house settling. She had lived in this house long enough to know its noises and this one was definitely man-made. Her...

Gone Ten Years Ch. 03

by Joseki Ko on Sep 15, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

“Sally Mae,” he addressed her directly, “You’ve probably had guilt these feelings for several years. You left Jonestown feeling guilty ten years ago. You came back to Jonestown this week with those feelings. You don’t want to leave here with them again, do you?” She didn’t respond. “You and I need to take care of this,” he paused and put his hand on her ar...

Ritual of a deity

by Caelum83 on Mar 11, 2017
Science Fiction

Cruising over the bumpy “road”, which was cut out and weaving through the forests of Chile, South America, a white Range Rover steadily made its way through the thicket. NuIn it, were 7 people who were studying Archeology together and were now on a “work” vacation, trying to do some exploration of their own. They came across a story of ancient temple ruins h...

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AC: lost in the animus

by Damos on May 17, 2019
Fantasy

“David; nice of you to come!” a voice spoke and looking over there I saw the dark haired woman standing there greeting me, “This is the team, Lucy!” I looked over and seeing the blonde nervous woman she whispered, “Hi!” I looked over to Rebecca who whispered, “She fancied a man who died saving the world!” I nodded before saying, “Desmond!” she nodded before...

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Prodigal Son

by stock8413 on Apr 30, 2020
Fetish

It was a long Saturday evening when I walked back into the small studio apartment I shared with my little sister. Given how young she was at a budding 18 years old, her side of the room was all pink and covered in lace, while my side had a more austere and efficient look. There were two things that were similar about us : first was our shared passion for gam...

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