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Casual Sex Friday

by Bakeboss on Sep 14, 2017
Humor & Satire

Hello, my name is Stephanie Works and when I started Pomegranate Computers Inc. in the mid seventies, I was just trying to survive. I had just been fired from, well I won't even mention the company but let's just say now not only did I not have a pot to piss in I didn't even have an egress to throw it out of either. I had dreams of Pomegranate being innovati...

Fruit

by pobness on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

“Did you know”, said he, “that during WWII in Britain, an orange was considered a great luxury?” She mumbled the barest of replies and he wondered if he had finally begun to bore himself as well as she. He put down his book, British Wartime Necessities, and pondered a moment. There they were, both sitting up in bed, he with a book and she with a magazine...

Beginning Again

by Deb Aryon on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

When the bus finally pulls up, I stretch. The thin black skirt that I've worn is stuck to me from sweat. I pull it away from my body and get off. I can see Randy standing in the lobby waiting and after I pay I step out to meet him. He is grinning widely, that grin I remember from high school. We grin for a moment at each other and then I reach up to hug...

The Muse Pt. 05

by BelleDesire on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

The Fifth Session. The painting is finished. I came to the studio early this morning, practically at the crack of dawn, with a head full of ideas and once I sat before the canvas I couldn't put my brush down. I've managed to curve the corner of his lips into the mischievous smirk that I've become all too familiar with. The last detail is the little twinkle...

The Muse Pt. 02

by BelleDesire on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

The Second Session. I actually care about what I wear today. I don't usually give a damn about what I wear to the studio, since much of it will be stained by paints and charcoal anyway. Normally, I opt for the basic jeans and t-shirt, but today I wear a skirt with a semi-decent blouse that I can afford to mess up. The skirt is shorter than what I usually we...

The Good Counselor Ch. 01

by sushi_taco on Feb 12, 2019
Romance

The water was calm, clear and infused with the scent of ash. He knelt down and washed his arms, his legs and torso. It was cold and purifying. He rubbed olive oil across his skin, banishing all miasma from his person. Orpheus scraped the excess oil off with a metal strigil and dried himself in the sunlight, tussling his short brown hair to shake out the wa...

Pomegranates

by Catherine_Leary on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

This is a house with so many rooms. More, it seems, that can be measured from the gardens, from the downstairs. There are hidden doors and tricks of the heart. This room is not like the others. I don't believe this is where you sleep, though you assure me it is. I want to smell your skin but I cannot. It is nowhere in this room. This is another space waiting...

Mediterrenean Desire

by RideThisCowboyNow on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

They tossed her around among them. "Who wants the little slave girl," they shouted. As they toyed with her, ripping her robes and pulling her hair. One of the cruel Roman soldiers struck her on the cheek with a closed hand, bringing blood from her dark Mediterranean skin. The five soldiers groped her, and she began to cry to them for mercy. Her cries echoed...

Dream Siren

by Seanathon on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

This story is my entry for the 2014 Valentine's Day Story Contest so, if you like it, please remember to vote! I also greatly appreciate any and all comments and feedback, and hope everyone has a great Valentine's Day! * Eric and Daphne pulled into the underground parking lot and he knew she was watching him as he circled deeper and deeper, until he reache...

Nowruz Mubarak

by al_Ussa on Sep 3, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The noonday sun was perched high in the sky that day, the first day of Spring, shedding warmth and light upon the rugged countryside. Appropriately enough, the entire hillside was covered in a verdant green, with flowers in full bloom. As Iksander made his trek up the foothills of the Zagros Mountains, he took a moment to savor the sweet smell of the wild fl...