Fruit Stories

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Fruit

by pobness on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

“Did you know”, said he, “that during WWII in Britain, an orange was considered a great luxury?” She mumbled the barest of replies and he wondered if he had finally begun to bore himself as well as she. He put down his book, British Wartime Necessities, and pondered a moment. There they were, both sitting up in bed, he with a book and she with a magazine...

Fruit of Passion

by SweetTease on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was a typical Sunday afternoon as she shopped at her favorite produce market, perusing the aisles for her favorite fresh fruits and vegetables, quickly scanning her hungry, blue eyes over the many rows of healthy delights for some occasional exotic fruit the store owner provided. Charlotte was in fine physical condition for a woman of forty-five years and...

Fruit & Ice: Not Only For Eating

by T.H. Oughts on Sep 11, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

When she arrived home late darkness filled the lounge except for the lamp light that reflected off her auburn hair. She had a lustful hunger that had been building all evening from the teasing her man had been giving her before her departure. She knew she could not escape the hunger until she had quenched it; to the end. But with the house quiet and dark, sh...

Fruit Fly in the Pie

by tnortham3366 on Sep 15, 2017
NonHuman

Our story begins with the seemingly humble Drosophila bifurca, otherwise known as the fruit fly. The Department of Entomology and Nematology at UC Davis is researching and observing the life cycle of the fruit fly. We have a team of graduate students clamoring for the prized position of research assistant to one Dr. Witt. It seems the research position has g...

Fruit Ch. 01

by spookie_one on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

You were sated from the sucking I had just given you. Your body still tingling, still feeling the softness of my lips wrapped around your shaft, still tasting yourself upon my lips as we kiss again. Your eyes eagerly observing every inch of my body as it lay next to you. Your hands following where your eyes have been, touching the slightly sweat covered skin...

Fruit Ch. 02

by spookie_one on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

After we have completely satisfied each other, we gain enough strength to shower off the remains of our sumptuous desert feast. Showering with you is always enjoyable. We laugh, toss water at each other, soap suds are everywhere! You towel off, then towel off the one spot on me that I can't quite reach when you are around. Back into the bedroom, looking at...

Fruit of the Evil Loom Ch. 02

by Seuler on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

"We're in trouble," said Myrna. Her blonde hair had been bleached white by many days in the sun. Her sunburnt skin was peeling. Her lips were cracked. She trudged along the dirt road in men's boots that were too big for her and giving her blisters. In one hand she carried an empty bucket which had contained water. She and Elsteen had had nothing to drink sin...

Fruit of the Evil Loom Ch. 01

by Seuler on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Myrna stood before the town council, hands tied behind her back. A throng had gathered in the market square to watch the trial. "Myrna Skitts," said Mayor Brundle, "you stand accused of panty theft." His mouth twisted in disgust. Murmurs of disapproval rippled through the crowd. "Do you deny the charge?" Myrna shrugged. "I guess not." She wore a blouse tha...

Fruit Cup

by giveandreceive8 on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Arthur appeared one Friday evening at Sandy's door carrying a small woven basket. "Good evening, Princess, I come bearing gifts." "You didn't have to--you've always come without them," she smiled, embracing him with a bearhug and a deep-tongued kiss. He responded in kind, leaving the basket on a side table and wrapping his arms around her firm back. Their...

Fruit Salad

by sabb on Sep 14, 2017
Non-Erotic

She was like some fruit. Growing about a seed. Larger and fuller. Filling out until she ripened and was ready to be picked. We decided to take a last holiday alone together. To go somewhere hot and indolent where we could do nothing but 'be'. Exist drowsily together. As we waited for her to ripen fully. We argued half heartedly about locations, wanting a...