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Charity Bash

by OzmanA on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Belden and Tricia Shaw attend a charity party and contribute so much more than they could ever have imagined. All characters herein are aged eighteen years or older. ***** Glenys and Greg Hallston had become our best friends due to being in the identical situation and living next door to us. Belden, I call him Ben, was posted to interstate by his employe...

Golden Moments

by petitmort on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The Sierra sun caressed Caleb's face as he watched the torrents of water cascading before him. The roar of the waterfall echoed the cacophony already bouncing around his brain. He stared at the tumbling water, thinking about what had transpired that summer. His life would never be the same. Because of her. Because of what happened. Caleb had taken a job in...

Kock Kredit Inc.

by 4eyes_Scarred on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Jeez! This is why I don't like doing "Skis"; Polanski, Krasinski, Romakowski, or "Anyotherskis." You know, guys of Polish decent? The fuckers spooge like lawn sprinklers when they pop. I scoop the last gobs Gribonowski's baby gravy out of my cleavage and thank Gods Unseen that I have the experience to efficiently manage such a messy exchange. He's pulled up...

June

by demure101 on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

Thank you, Dawnj, for editing! This was supposed to be a short one. Oh well, you'll have to bear with me for some time. ***** Rumour had it that June Faversham was a slut. She was a one, it was said - wild, and an easy lay, in for anything. She was a girl who would use and discard boyfriends at will. It was also said she would never say no. Feeling horny?...

Sexual Therapy Ch. 01

by JackLuis on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

I was bored. It doesn't sound very good, does it? No, I thought not, I wasn't too happy about it either. I had even gone to the hair salon yesterday and listened to silly womanly gossip just to be around people. It didn't help my feelings of loneliness but my red hair was now curly and shiny. I guess that was good. I had been in Oregon for six months now. I...

Cyn Again: Flames Out Of Control

by CraCyn55 on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

For those of you who haven’t met me before, I’m Cynthia, ‘Cyn’ for short. The ‘conservative norm’ I recently broke out of had been well established. 18 Years of fidelity in marriage to the one and only true love of my life, Craig Jamison. We have three teenage kids, one son and two daughters. The kids are the perfect sort of teens that defy modern stereotype...

Bad People

by Gerard_Johnston on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Griff crouched low on the balls of his feet and rocked side to side. A single, clear bead rolled off his chin and darkened the scuffed, brick-colored surface between his shoes. He let the air out of his lungs and looked up. With a loud pop, a ball spun in his direction and dove sharply toward the ground in front of him. One jab step and an upward swing of hi...

Bits on the Side

by Catmoore on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

This is not a sensational story. There is no extreme sex or outlandish characters. It's a simple story of a frequent occurrence between fairly ordinary people; me, a forty year old married woman and Jack a forty five year old married man. Yes, it's about an affair. It's about the reasons why they happen, it's about the emotional as much as the physical as...

Prickly Pairs

by Hypoxia on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

Author's note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional. All sexual participants are aged 18+. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's, who knows nothing about brazing. Your constructive comments are welcome. This is an entry in the 2014 Summer Lovin' contest. If you like this, join the 1%ers and VOTE! * PRICKLY PAIRS * A prickly pear...

Naked She Died

by Willailla on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

"Justice is incidental to law and order." ~ J. Edgar Hoover 1 Mike McKay liked the sound of the morning rain on the roof of his Mustang 2001 Bullit GT. He had the window slightly down, listening to the faint, echoing rumble of thunder in the west over the lake. His sleek, Dark Highland Green was parked in front of Dooley’s Diner where he had just ha...