Map Of Mississippi Stories

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The Poolside Stranger

by Jakesouthern on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

My wife is sexy. O.K., as sexy as hell. She really turns me on, and no doubt, she has the same effect on other men. We are both 36, and are high school lovers. I guess it's because she is so sexy, but the thought of seeing her being passionately pleased, fucked, by someone else, has been a fantasy of mine. We have always discussed the fantasy over sex, and...

A Day by the River

by notsk on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Anyone could find this place on a map. It's a wonder of nature, as are many of the things we take for granted in our beautiful world. Like the fine legs of a dancer, the place where these two rivers come together is to be admired. It's in Prescott, Wisconsin and it is where the St. Croix and Mississippi Rivers join. One of the loves in my life wanted me to...

Quest Ch. 03

by no_inhibitions on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The room is quiet as the hooded man looks at the monitor before him. Two red dots appear on the map. For centuries he has waited for this moment. "Are you sure," his deep voice resonates throughout the darkness. A soft female voice replies. "Yes sir, it appears the injection have found the second person in the chain." The man stares at the dots. "Fetch...

Our Only Hope Ch. 05

by The_Technician on Dec 25, 2019
BDSM

This is Chapter Five of a book. The characters and situations will be more understandable if the previous chapters have been read. Because it is a book, some of the chapters are more exciting than others, and some situations do not complete until the next chapter. I could have run this through my regular publisher and made a couple hundred dollars, but I am...

Miss Eve

by eroswizard on Sep 1, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Wandering the streets of New Orleans, I guess they are called rues here, I am as depressed as the hurricane beaten neighborhood through which I stroll. The ornate sarcophaguses are further reminiscent of my meaningless life. Born in an up and coming neighborhood, I abandoned the cultural expectations to strive for power and greed by embarking on a spiritual...

Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles Ch. 16

by mokkelke on Sep 19, 2017
NonHuman

SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan. Thanks to my loyal proofreader Jaz, The Guild and Asylumseeker for providing their continuous input. Also a big hug to my Tweeters, if it wasn't for the fun we always have there.... Without stalling any longer, enjoy the chapter, next one is halfway done already. Mokkelke Chapter Eight : Rogues in Town. Pushing Mia...

Revenge in Advance - The New Way

by saddletramp1956 on May 13, 2020
Loving Wives

This story is the latest update to my five-part sequel based on edrider73's 2014 story, "Revenge in Advance," in which a wife purchases an insurance policy that ultimately details the revenge her husband would face if he was caught cheating on her. To understand the full context of what is happening here, I suggest you read that series, made up of "Revenge...

Mo & Curio & Old Man Rivers Gimp

by dannychellette on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Freebird! Eddie Nesbit could not carry a tune under the best of circumstances but with only the uncaring wind to hear him bellow, emulating Ronnie Van Zant was not the hardest task. Above the hearty drone of the 351 Ford motor pushing him up the mighty Mississippi in an old Ski Nautique, Eddie and the late Van Zant sang their hearts out in praise of the als...

Edward Lane's Argosy Ch. 06

by Ian_Ironwood on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

"Are you ready to depart then, Captain Becker?" Baron Amadahy asked Gideon on his penultimate day in service to the Kingdom of Oklahoma. They were meeting in the Foreign Minister's opulent office, easily as posh as any in England, though some of the decorations might have raised an eyebrow in London. But his ship's recent heroism had earned Gideon the privil...

Night of the Strawberries

by SanityCheck on Nov 4, 2019
Erotic Horror

I ground my teeth as my GS1200 jittered and shook over the washboard surface of the dirt farm road. I rose to my feet, standing on the foot pegs so I could use my legs as additional shock absorbers. For the last seventy miles I'd spent more time standing than sitting. I'd left San Jose, California, on May eighth, the day of my thirty-third birthday, three m...