Frozen Stories

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Heating Up the Frozen Aisle 01

by WhiteAndWet on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

Suburban girl next door Julie, (well really wife next door) needed to do some grocery shopping for the weekend to prepare for a "vanilla" party she had to attend. Ok, to say this party was "vanilla" was an understatement. When she agreed to go, she didn't realize the friend that invited her had also invited mostly "churchy" friends of hers and there would be...

The Girl Next Door

by ManusNigrumPoet on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

She was sitting at the pool again. God, how she has such a great body. Smooth curves, tight ABS, and a face that Aphrodite gets pissed at. But what would she know about me watching her through the fence. She loved to go swimming in the afternoon, when the sun was up and it was hot. The water was cool and it allowed her pink nipples to harden and perk up like...

A Chance Meeting In The Woods

by ErianaLove on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

As I am by nature a pretty sporty guy, trying out various things in my life for the sheer thrill of it, at 25 I had taken up mountain biking rough forest areas and camping out illegally for a night to sleep under the stars, come what may in weather and chance encounters. For a weekend getaway, I had planned a particularly rough terrain of forest and hills, s...

Price Check on Windex?

by Janaez_83 on Aug 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Goddamn-it, I got the cart that pulls to the left, I always end up with the defective cart; the loose wobbly wheel, the one that pulls to one side or the other or the always classic, the one that has lost the grounding wire so every time you touch it you get the bite of built up static charge nipping at your fingers. Are carts hard to maintain? perhaps it wa...

What's Needed is Found

by JackFlash1959 on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

Thank you for reading my story. Comments and suggestions are welcome. This story is fiction about a nursing mother and a man who enjoys it. If reading this is illegal where you are then don't read it! I am a 68 year old retired woodworker. Maybe you know someone who is 68 years old and he is bent, gray and uses a cane. Well, that is not me. I’m no Charles A...

From Twilight to Twilight

by Metrotech on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Horror

I stared up at the swaying ocean of ice, that night. That was the night the winter stole the voice from my throat and turned it into the howling wind and the creaking trees and the crystalline clatter of frozen snow. As my life poured out onto the white ground beneath the trees, the low of field clouds that churned above descended to blanket my vision with w...

Moving

by mchristian on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

"Don't move," she said. "That's it?" I said. "That's it. That's it, exactly. Don't move." "Right now?" Smiling. She returned my smile. "Right now. But get comfortable first." "Isn't that sort of counterproductive?" She tapped the tip of my nose. "Comedian. Don't worry, you'll get an experience." "But not a moving one, eh?" The smile stayed, but her w...

Mountains of Rubber Ch. 02

by jessicablank on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Chapter 2: First Night Synopsis: Dan is enjoying a wonderful weekend as MzDominica's slave, up in her mountain cabin. In the hot tub, Mistress has graciously permitted her slave to cum, while deep in a feminization trance, focused on shiny, sparkly, black rubber. * "Time to wake up, Daniella. " From deep in Daniella's trance, MzDominica's voice seemed t...

A Changed Mother

by hardleo on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

Fair warning. I am not a writer, there will probably be grammar issues. If you want great description and deep backgrounds, this is probably not it. This is an humiliation type story. NTR maybe. Read if you wish. ***** Valerie Reynolds raised Adam all by herself. Val got pregnant when she was 16. It was at a high school party, and she was a stupid and...

Winter

by WFEATHER on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

The long, cold, windy, gray, sniffle-inducing winter trudged onward. Punxsutawney Phil had predicted another six weeks of winter, yet these six weeks seemed to be dragging onward. As she forced her feet through the snow on the unshoveled and unsalted sidewalks, as her breath was blown by the icy wind passing before her face, she shifted the backpack on her s...