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Double-Wide Park

by Joe Average on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

NOTE: This is a fantasy intended for the entertainment of adults. "I was home from college...and I saw her at one of the local bars," said Moe. "She was at least thirty -- maybe even forty. She had on real tight jeans and what looked from the back like one of those low-cut peasant blouses that were popular a while ago. Picking out a Chuck Berry song on the...

Betrayal

by woodmanone on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

By Woodmanone copyright June/2012 There are no descriptive sex scenes in this story. So what's new? Same ole, same ole for my work. Constructive comments, emails and critiques are requested and much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and I hope you enjoy it. ******************** "Don't hit me. Please, for God's sake don't hit me...

Far Pangaea 63: Sight Unseen

by SZENSEI on Oct 14, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

"James? Are you here to save me?" Sophia Ridge was doing her best to comprehend her dreams. Wondering for a moment if the food the Ganthorian female Harpea gave her was laced with some hallucinogenic. The singing in her mind from a lone Tyrant Tear cell kept her calm. "No Sophia. You are here to save me." "How can I save you? You're five miles upstairs."...

Rough Cut Ch. 10

by Desdmona on Sep 12, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Gilbert Avenue was always quiet in the early evening - it was more of a late night neighborhood. It was too close to downtown Cincy for young families with kids, and too run down for anyone else except the stubborn residents who refused to be pushed out and those who couldn’t afford any better. Like Moe. So it wasn’t the lack of noise that prickled the back...

Rough Cut Ch. 01

by Desdmona on Sep 12, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Rough Cut: A Moe Gafferson Mystery Edited By Poison Ivan Chapter 1 Moe Gafferson tried to sit up, but a fiery stab sliced through his ribs, he slumped back down against the starched white sheets. "Fuck," he said to an empty room. Moe had never been laid this low. Sure, he'd had a few scuffles over the years, like when he was ten years old and Mickey Bol...

Appetitus Rationi Pareat Ch. 01

by HaddenIndustries on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

*** In his four years here, never had Jeremy been in the principal's office. The amount of time Moe, on the other hand, spent here rivaled the amount of time he spent in class. Jeremy tried to surreptitiously glance over at Moe. There he was, slouched in the chair, hands shoved in his baggy jeans, chewing on a strand of his long hair. Moe had tormented Je...

Rough Cut Ch. 07

by Desdmona on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Rough Cut: A Moe Gafferson Mystery Edited by Poison Ivan Chapter 7 Vine Street was one of those streets in Cincinnati that ran east to west the width of the city, and it was busy its entire length. In the upscale part of town there were snazzy apartments, four-star restaurants and sidewalks full of shopkeepers, bankers, and customers with fat wallets and...

Rough Cut Ch. 14

by Desdmona on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Mona Dale lived on a small street in a platted area of Norwood. Most of the houses were the already-cut-and-fitted types that were popping up all over America. Mona’s was no different—a story-and-a-half bungalow designed with bevel siding and painted yellow. The main roof sloped down over a large front porch that boasted two potted mums on stone columns. The...

Rough Cut Ch. 12

by Desdmona on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

The building that housed Flamingo’s sat on the banks of the Ohio River. The joint had been an orphanage back in the 1890s. Access to the river and close proximity to three state lines lent to its usefulness - the place even had some history as a stopover in the Underground Railroad. Unfortunately, the orphanage went belly up in the early months of 1918 when...

Rough Cut Ch. 08

by Desdmona on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Moe thanked the bourbon. Why else would Mona still be in his bed when he woke up the next morning? He did a Houdini to get out of the tangle of arms and legs. Mona just grunted and rolled over on her stomach. Moe stood and stared. There ought to be a law against dames looking like Mona did in the morning - fire hair flaming across Moe’s pillow, gams stretche...