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How to Exercise a Ghost

by HookerBoots on Sep 26, 2017
NonHuman

She was there again. Ian sighed and poured the last of the coffee into his cup before turning around. Behind him, standing, staring, without a word, was a petite woman. She was pretty, in a prim, librarian sort of way, her dark hair up in a careful bun, full lips, wide green eyes, and a figure that, from what he could tell, was incredible. It was hard to tel...

One-Night Stand

by LL72 on Sep 16, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Bree van de Kamp took a sip of her wine and cast a brief look round the wine bar. It busy enough that individual conversations didn't carry, but not so packed that the hubbub drowned everything out. The drink wasn't the best she tasted, a little too sweet for what was supposed to be a dry white wine, but for the mid-range price it was passable. In fact it wa...

Blind Grope

by digitalCoquet on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

We arrive right on time. The hostess welcomes us and escorts us inside as the valet drives off in our vehicle. She leads us into the private waiting area and offers us drinks. After pouring the drinks, she explains that our driver will arrive shortly and then excuses herself. Just as we finish our drinks, the limo arrives at the dimly lit rear entrance. Our...

Killing an Afternoon

by talk2024 on Aug 30, 2017
Erotic Couplings

This all came about because I had agreed to help Teresa with the installation of her computer. Actually, it was no big deal really, it was simply copying a few files from one hard drive to hers to save her the time she would have spent downloading the stuff off the internet. I took the time to check out her system, install a virus check and literally, within...

Angel, Guardian of First Responders

by SuperHeroRalph on Sep 13, 2017
NonHuman

This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. I dedicate this story to my friend, who died that day, may he rest in peace, to all those first responders that keep us safe, to all those in the military preserving our freedom, and especially to those 22 Navy Seals who recently died in Afghani...

Good Girls Go to Heaven Ch. 02

by YourLittleAngelle on Sep 19, 2017
Group Sex

This story is dedicated to Peter with many thanks. * Christie stirred in a tangle of candy pink sheets, one dainty foot stretching toward the edge of the bed. When her toes struck something solid and warm, her subconscious gradually relinquished control, as she started awake. Struggling to a sitting position, she stared down at the pale and nude body of J...

For Melanie T

by lomar2 on Sep 14, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Author's note -- This is an open letter to a woman I greatly desire. It begins with our reality and then delves into our fantasy. I hope she chooses to read it, so that she understands the truth. For Melanie T. I won't lie and say that I desired you from the first moment we met, although it was close. When I first met you I thought you were cute, a little...

Silentii Praemium

by Ann Douglas on Dec 16, 2017
Mature

A constant heavy rain continued to fall outside the Burger Barn on Route 14, turning what would normally be a busy Friday night into one almost totally devoid of customers. In fact, the dining room had been empty for the last hour since the dinner shift ended, leaving the four workers behind the counter little to do but watch the clock and wait for their day...

Tight Spot

by XtinaSmith2017 on Dec 26, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Cody bit his lip as he looked over towards the shop, a little anxious about their planned endeavour but not wanting to come off as uncool to his friends, "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked. His friends grinned and laughed, playfully nudging him as they made their way towards the shop as a group, "Aw come on Cody!" one of them jested, "You aren't a...

A Turn for the Better

by Ann Douglas on Dec 31, 2017
Mature

The heavy rain continued to beat down on the windshield as Brian Brannigan drove his well-worn pickup down Montgomery Street. Running a hand across his crew cut, the sandy haired nineteen-year-old took a moment to glance at the clock on the dashboard. The clock read ten to eight and he knew he was going to be late for work yet again. That this time it was ha...