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Katie's Eden

by OhMissScarlett on Sep 16, 2017
Anal

Billy and Danny are fighting again, just what I don't need today. They think I can't hear them, soaking up the air conditioning and screaming at each other about the Xbox while I break my back weeding the garden. I took the day off at the bank to do chores on the farm; it's a precarious balance I have between getting fired and making my grandpa's farm turn a...

Becoming His Slut Ch. 04

by Ms_Allison on Jun 26, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Author's notes: This is a work of fiction regarding consenting adults, group sex, sexual enslavement and other erotic things along those lines. If you do not like those topics please move along. Thank you. ***** His alarm went off behind me, feeling his arm move from my body, he rolled onto his back in order to get to his phone to shut it off. "Fuck."...

Bethany's Decision

by Exar0415 on Sep 16, 2017
Non-Erotic

It was 1956, and Bethany was only sixteen growing up in the small town of Bakersfield, Iowa. It was an idyllic time to be a teenager, in an idyllic small Midwestern town. Bethany had always believed that she was blessed to have been born into such a time and place to what, after a time of trial, would become such a wonderful family. She was born a year befor...

Lost in Ohio Pt. 01

by SissySlutPrincess on Sep 18, 2018
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

I was driving across the state of Ohio for a work event. I had driven most of the day and into the night. I was close to my destination and my gps instructed me to take the next exit off the freeway. The exit was literally in the middle of no where an old diner truck stop was the only building in the middle of corn fields for miles. As luck would have it I n...

Ex-Rats Ch. 02

by alpha55 on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

While Kerri was hugging Di and J.T., asking after Meagan, Marty and Shauna's younger daughter, asking when we'd see all the grandkids, I ambled up to my corn-shucking friend. "Hey, ya boozebag, how ya been?" Such was my usual greeting to Marty. "Been better; been worse," my old shipmate replied. "Gettin' any these days?" He suddenly began coughing while Sha...

The Korn King

by HughMungus1 on Jan 21, 2020
Humor & Satire

"People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice." ― Charles Bukowski Carving blistered backroads ― the way a chef cleaves holiday ham ― the Korn King programmed his GPS for John Glenn's most imminent gangbang. Yes, that John Glenn ― dead astronaut. Someh...

Saturday Afternoon on a Bench

by JimBob44 on Apr 3, 2018
Anal

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* Chad Boyle sat on the bench and watched the Saturday afternoon shoppers parade by. The Courtyard Mall in Pinoak, Louisiana was designed to be...

A Creative Challenge Ch. 21

by Pvidal on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

By the time we arrived at the Norman Manly International Airport in Kingston it was early evening and already dark, but when we stepped outside the air-conditioned airport we knew we had arrived somewhere deliciously warm compared to the city we had just come from. The sweet tropical scent of frangipani and jasmine was heavy in the air, along with the chirru...

Every Other Sunday Pt. 02

by ktfa1 on Sep 15, 2017
Non-Erotic

"Are Jackie and Tom coming to the barbecue?" "Yes, Mike; turn your head and hold still." "Will they bring Eddie and Stevie?" "Well, of course, they'll bring the boys. Hold very still, now. I'm going to trim your sideburns." Whenever Jackie and Tom come to our house, it's like having a cyclone land in the driveway. They have strollers and high chairs and...

The Talented Taxidermist

by ronde on Sep 13, 2017
Humor & Satire

Being Sheriff of Tuckahoe County, Tennessee means I get to see a lot of things. I say, “get to see”, but sometimes, I’d rather they just left me out of it entirely. Some of the things I’m called upon to take care of aren’t much fun, like when Clarence Upton’s boy wrapped his old blue convertible around that big oak at the end of Miller’s Lane. Not pretty, th...