Frigid Stories

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The Bearded Lady

by HughMungus1 on Jan 22, 2020
Group Sex

"There are television sets in every home, every restaurant, every hotel room, every shopping mall — now they're even small enough to carry in your pocket like electronic rosaries. It is an unquestioned part of everyday life. Kneeling before the cathode ray God, with our TV Guide concordance in hand, we maintain the illusion of choice by flipping channels (c...

Thinking of Dawn

by michelle2003 on Sep 13, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

After a long day of work, I love to relax with a nice long bubble bath. Today I am feeling especially naughty. I start the hot water, as steam begins to emerge from the tub I start to undress. I slowly unbutton my jeans. I turn with my back to my full-length mirror and slowly I slide them off my hips revealing my lacey white thong panties. I look over my sho...

Noah Hamilton, Slave Owner Ch. 01

by montco724 on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Couplings

*WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word u...

Shoreline

by JamesCiriaco on Sep 14, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Miss-- That jagged, graceful bolt of shell on your pillow is called a lightning whelk. You may have felt its horns under your toes last night, when you dug them into the sand. I brought it back with us; it knows our secret. Put it to your ear now, and hear the waves, and remember. You must have been so cold at first. Deep autumn, and the wind whipping the...

House of Fraser

by Elodiegirlie on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Adapted from a true story I sent my friend Julia. For Julie, my wonderful muse... So, just to provide a bit of context, it was the heady summer of 2006, I was eighteen, and was looking forward to the start of uni. I'd got the train from Bristol to Bath to see my friend Liz who lives there, and spent the morning strolling round town with her. Early afternoo...

Water Works *no hands*

by JO_KING on Oct 12, 2017
Fetish

Raised in a strict household didn't leave Chari a lot of leeway when it came to her libido or the natural curiosity everyone go through. She has worked hard in school to grant her the opportunity to get out and away from under her parents watchful eyes. She turned 18 the summer before and it was now graduation. She knew in fourteen days she would be venturin...

Cup

by minipetfloralxxx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

I open my eyes for the first time to see the expansion around me. Stacked up next to my peers, I hear the dinging of the microwaves and toasters and the bustling of humans all around trying to get their morning cup of coffee. It's terrifying, I have to admit, seeing how fast everyone's moving out there, the servers trying to appease the customers, getting th...

Fred, Just Dessert

by implantworks on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The author requests that the reader suspend his or her knowledge about human fetal development, evolution, and plumbing. The story has no moral other than Edith may have taken Fred more seriously and sought counseling. On the day of their marriage Fred was twenty-three and Edith was eighteen. Edith wanted to rush away from their reception and escape to t...

If My Mother... - Charli

by venomlegions on Sep 13, 2017
Reviews & Essays

3/26/13 "If My Mother Only Knew" - 1986 Starring: Honey Wilder, Amber Lynn, Tom Byron, John Leslie, Ali Moore, Herschel Savage Director: Paul Vatelli Run Time: 92 min. "If My Mother Only Knew" is an excellent reminder that adult films can have sex and a very good story. Of course, having good actors helps, and this film has some. Both Honey wilder and j...

Love in Squalor

by Mary_Zoso on Sep 14, 2020
Audio

* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (5 min/mp3) * * * * * The first time I met her, I was exhausted. Exiting the airport into the dark, chilly, mid-night air, I walked clumsily in my clunky, ill-fitting, thrift-store shoes with heels higher than I had any business wearing, dragging a broken suitcase. I wandered up the hill, in what...