Holthuis, L.b. (1952). Crustacés Décapodes, Macrures. Stories

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A Promise Kept Ch. 03

by MoogPlayer on Sep 18, 2017
Romance

Thank you for all the praise you gave me on the first two chapters of this tale. It feels really good to be home again after being gone for so long. I have another story that I will submit after I'm finished with this last and final chapter. It is something that I wrote while I was out on this last book tour. I hope you like this one though. Last but most ce...

From Negril, with Love

by avasogently on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

They had sat at the far corner table so many times before, when egg creams still were on the menu. Their weekly conversations had seeped so deeply into the cushions of the tangerine banquet seats that the waiters knew when to surprise them with monogrammed anniversary cheesecake slices. Back then, it was Sinatra piping through the speakers in the ballroom di...

A Promise Kept Ch. 02

by MoogPlayer on Sep 18, 2017
Romance

I hope everyone liked the first chapter, because I just submitted it and now I'm starting on this one. In the mean time, I wish you all peace, and God's blessings... MoogPlayer P.S. It's good to be back...for a while anyway. ~~~~~~ Chapter One I traveled all around Houston by simply hopping onto the 610 loop and just driving. I know that what had been...

After The Dust Had Settled

by MoogPlayer on Sep 11, 2017
Romance

My name is Mark Thompson and I was born and raised in a small town a few miles southeast of Houston, Texas. My parents, Michael and Kerrie Thompson, were both professionals that commuted back and forth into Houston every day. They were both attorneys, but my father however, was a federal judge. My mother had no political ambitions therefore; she chose to be...

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by Kaishaku on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Harold listened to the clock ticking as he waited, victoriously chalking off another hour as the Westminster Chimes ran through its short riff. He remembered listening to the church bells as a child reciting to himself, "St. Joan of Arc, come to her Mass," to the tune of those chimes. Odd the things that come to mind as you wait. Outside the sky was gray an...

The Wedding Proposal

by theoutcast on Jan 15, 2019
Erotic Couplings

May was nineteen and working as a waitress. Her ambition in life was to find the right man, become the mother of six children, stay home to raise her family and care for her husband. She had her eyes on John. In her mind, and in her mother's mind, John was the right man for Mary. John was twenty-two and about to graduate college. Both, his eyes and his peni...

For Science!

by Panzer68 on Apr 29, 2025

The Evergreen Research Facility. Established in 1952 to assist the Government in their scientific endeavors remains at the bleeding edge of a vast amount of the field of science. With its vast complex and associated underground sections in the mountains separated from most of the world except for resupply and the bringing in of new equipment/subjects offers...

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Nineteen-fifties Drive-in Theatre

by theoutcast on May 28, 2019
Romance

She was twenty-two years old. She was no longer a naïve virgin. Her last boyfriend had taken her virginity and had never called her back. That was three months ago. She didn't get pregnant. She had had her monthly period since the fucking. But, she hadn't had a date since then either. Last night she spent the evening at a singles dance where she met Chuck,...

September Sunday Morning

by Adrian69702006 on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

I have posted this elsewhere already but thought it might give pleasure here too in a slightly expanded form. You could say it's a piece of fiction with a little bit of fact and a touch of fantasy behind it. Do they call that faction? ***** It was 1969. Man had reached the moon back in July. However it was now a Sunday morning in late September. Hubby had...

Breakfast at Cassandra's Ch. 03

by Diana Retnuhvek on Mar 18, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

On the set of Desert Flower, Mojave Desert, 1952 The unpredictable gusts had just picked up, creating a big whirlwind of dust that wreaked havoc as Brittany Flowers made her way down the lot. Dusty plains and dry desert were not her idea of a good time, but alas, it was the last day of shooting. She was on her way to fetch one of the "actors" for the ne...