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Or Die Alone

by Snekguy on Sep 14, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

CHAPTER 1: DANGLE He pushed through the crowd of traders, his scuffed boots kicking up dust from the arid ground as he passed by market stalls selling strange, alien fruits and scrap parts. The colorful tarps that shielded the merchants from the sun surrounded him on both sides of the street, prefab buildings had been erected to form a rudimentary town whos...

Forgiveness

by Rob5373 on Jan 20, 2020
Loving Wives

From the author: For those of you who think you have read this on another site. You did. I posted it some time ago. I have rewritten some parts of it for this posting but its Just more of my usual, sex, romance and drama. Just so I can clear this up before the comments start. A few readers don't care for my use of the erotic aspects of beautiful lady's fee...

Outpost: Hetero Version

by Snekguy on Sep 25, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, punctuation, and also includes rewrites and expanded scenes where necessary. Please see my bio for more information. CHAPTER 1: EXILE "Your transfer papers, Corporal Schaffer," the Admiral chimed as...

Purple Heart

by Snekguy on Sep 25, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, punctuation, and also includes rewrites and expanded scenes where necessary. Please see my bio for more information. CHAPTER 1: KRUGER "Incoming charge!" Moralez raised his XMR over the trench wall...

Outpost: Bisexual Version

by Snekguy on Jul 14, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, punctuation, and also includes rewrites and expanded scenes where necessary. Please see my bio for more information. CHAPTER 1: EXILE "Your transfer papers, Corporal Schaffer," the Admiral chimed as...

Entrapment

by StangStar06 on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

Ladies and Gentlemen, start your engines. As usual my thanks to Mikothebaby who edited and likes this story. As I mentioned on my twitter page, there is no song this week, it's just a regular story that was a lot of fun to write. SS06 * * * * * * My name is Dennis Williams and I'm in a state of panic. I'm running as fast as I can through the hospital to my...

George the 1st

by TatankaBill on Jul 29, 2019
Erotic Couplings

I met George in the autumn of 1971 in San Francisco. I was staying with my buddy Bear in a fleabag hotel- the Manx- above a strip joint on Powell Street a couple of blocks south of Union Square. Bear had come back from Vietnam minus his right eye and wore a black patch over his empty eye socket, along with shrapnel and powder burn scars from the B40 rocket t...

Frenchy

by pajaloco on Apr 18, 2018
Anal

I had been staying at the Y in on Lee circle far about two weeks, and was preparing to go back to work offshore in the oilfields. It was not too bad, just a little pricey. Usually I stayed at a fleabag hotel up St Charles Ave, but there were no vacancies this time when I came in from being out in the Gulf. This close to Mardi Gras was also when it got real d...

We Need to Talk Ch. 03

by tennesseered on Jul 10, 2018
Loving Wives

A work of fiction, all characters are over 18 years. Best read sequentially starting with chapter one. The cops pay a visit after Myra's and Wendell's big adventure. In a nod to Luedon, I took the ice out of the scotch. ***** We got back to our house about noon after our fleabag motel adventure. Myra sat at the kitchen table while I made a pot of Earl Gr...

Good Girl Pt. 04

by MsSlut on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

The key had been on the nightstand with a note, when I woke this morning. It was a regular key, with a plastic, diamond shaped ornament on the key ring. The diamond had a number on it. Hastily scribbled on the note were an address and a time. As I stand in front of the door marked 112, my skirt gently moves in the breeze. I adjust the small bag on my should...