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Call Me Booty

by emap on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I couldn't help it, I just had to yawn again it's all of six in the morning. I suppose most would be used to getting up that early, though when you are getting up at seven every day for the last ten years, earlier is hard. The guards laugh and tell me yet again they could put me back to bed if I prefer. My free girl clothes in hand, the guards referring to...

Faithfulness Ch. 02

by NTRmaster on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

My name is Steve, and I have the model life. I have a gorgeous wife, Katie, who I will describe more later, because it's an important part of my story. I have a smart and handsome son, Simon. I go to church on Sundays, and our congregation is led by a wise and spiritual man we all just call The Pastor, and he has been so much more than a priest in my life. H...

The Prisoner of Glenda

by Salamis on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

Chapter 1: A Friendship is established My name is Andrew Johnson. I grew up in South Philadelphia the oldest of two children. My father was a postal driver and my mother a stay at home mom. My story starts in my twelfth year when we moved into our first house. Like most of the homes in that part of town, that house was a small "row house" located in a ver...

South Seas

by Zircon on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

"See that white yacht in the bay?" "That's the boat?! Wow!" "No, you bodoh. It's the one totally underwater. Ayuh! Of course that's the one. It's the only one that you see." "Oh... I just thought you meant the other one... Hehehe... I mean all the boats out there are white you know." Jac just shook his head in exasperation. Hassan was not stupid, really....

Limits

by Many Feathers on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

"I'm not sure I can believe you Chris," Donna told her friend as they sat together having lunch. "Not that I don't believe what you're saying isn't true, but that what your brother's friend told him isn't," she added trying to clarify and mollify her friends hurt look. "Pete has never lied to me," Chris stated, "and I know he wouldn't have told me all this...

A Circumstantial Case

by jake60 on Sep 18, 2017
Loving Wives

It was Saturday night, and the sun had just gone down, creating that twilight that leaves you wondering whether you should have your headlights turned on yet or not. Mark Evans didn't have to make that choice, as he was in the process of pulling into his garage, located on a quiet residential street in Sharpsburg. In a moment the slim, dark-haired man emerge...

Home is Where The Heart Is

by lovecraft68 on Sep 18, 2017
Mature

Author's note: Welcome to my Valentine 's Day story! For those of you who know me, well this will be about as different of a story as I could possibly write, but it is the season for love. For those unfamiliar with me, thank for checking out not only my contest entry, but my first submission in the mature category. One disclaimer for those that have not read...

Loosening Up Bk. 04 Ch. 21-25

by SteveWallace on Oct 10, 2018
Group Sex

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Chapter 21 - Acolytes Alice, Joan, and Pam sat in the living room of the core nursing Johnny, Lauren, and Robbie, respectively. They'd been chatting when Dave came in and sat with them. Dave asked, "Everything all right? Need me to get you anything?" Alice responded, "We're fin...

Come As You Are Ch. 13

by PoisonPen33 on Jul 9, 2019
Novels and Novellas

Previously on "Come As You Are" - Four lifelong friends reunite for their ten-year high school reunion -- professional chef Brenda Lattimore, celebrity video game streamer Sadie Green (nee Bedford), recently engaged ski instructor Michelle Min, and local business owner Collette Hansen. Over drinks and dinner the night before the reunion, the girls discover t...

Outsource@Home—Pt. 01

by A_Bierce on Jan 23, 2019
Loving Wives

The blind shall lead the halt. No, wait... I GREW UP IN half a dozen rundown trailer parks around Shiner and Sweet Home, Texas. My folks were killed by a drunk driver when I was nine; unfortunately, the drunk driver was my father. Their estate consisted of a maxed-out MasterCard and a drawerful of unpaid bills, later joined by vaguely threatening letters fr...