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Season of the Wolf Pt. 01

by msnomer68 on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Season of the Wolf Part one: Running With the Pack Chapter 1 "Grace, you can't be serious." My roommate glares at the cardboard box I've been packing for the last hour as if its public enemy number one. Impatient with my non-response she huffs and taps a manicured nail against her perfectly tanned forearm. "I mean, have you really thought this through?"...

Davy's On The Road Again Ch. 11

by oldhippie1949 on Sep 16, 2017
Group Sex

This is a long chapter because lots of things happened! The morning came and I was up with the dawn. I really can't say why except that maybe I was ready to seize the day. I put up coffee and took Santo out. He was pretty frisky on this dreary morning. Rain seemed to be coming in from the south and the clouds looked black and ominous. Fortunately, they were...

The Storm

by the Troubador on Dec 24, 2019
Loving Wives

Damn it! The little creek had been flooded from the violent rain. The placid little mountain stream, usually a pleasant, quiet little trickle, was a churning, heaving white water rapid. Foam was splashing up to, onto and sometimes over the old log and timber bridge; our only way out of Randy and Constance's mountain retreat. It was a nightmare scene now caug...

Dream Lover

by rogtom_69 on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

I met her at my daughter's eighteenth birthday party. A fresh faced girl with lollipop eyes and lips of raspberry kisses. She had pale hair, almost white but I knew straight away that was an illusion created by the craft of a hair stylist. When my daughter, Rebecca, introduced us her smile poured sweet honey on my soul and I knew I was hopelessly in love. Mi...

A Biblical Bad Ass

by cowboy109 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

My hands rested by my sides. The wooden bench had a rough untreated feel to it. I leaned forward to smell the air better: the sweet smell of pineapple weed and stink of common tansy twisted together. The typical summer smell of a Minnesota farm was a nice change from the city. The sun gently crawled across my bare forearms and made the skin tingle. I waited,...

Sweet Intrusion

by petofkeon on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

She was downstairs doing laundry. Living in the edge of a small town, her neighborhood was very dark at night. The lower level containing the laundry room also has a large sun-room type area that is surrounded by windows opening out into her own back yard. She chose to not put curtains up to allow the natural sunlight to fill the rooms downstairs, a relaxing...

Widows, Whiskey and Willow Switches

by Raisa_Greywood on Dec 1, 2017
BDSM

April 21, 1889 Oklahoma Territory Abby tugged her late husband's long duster, securing it against the chilly breeze. Today and tomorrow morning were for standing in the long line of families and single men waiting for the cannon in Fort Reno to fire. The race would begin at noon. Figuring out how she was going to stay on her homestead for the required five...

Seven Nights A'Dippin'

by WatchingCloud on Jul 13, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I'll be the first to admit I used to be something of a prude when it came to nudity. I guess it was just how I was raised, which was probably typical by most middle American standards. But things can change and sometimes that change can be pinpointed to a specific, formative event in one's life. In my case, that formative event took place over seven nights...

Riding the Red Ch. 01

by vampwrrr on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

The vast, dark room housed two men. It was an old fashioned library, with an old fashioned fireplace, in an old-fashioned house. Everything in the room, from the leather-bound first editions, to the thick velvet draperies, to the huge cherry-wood desk, spoke of old money, tradition, and rules that should never be broken. The elder of the men, broad and impos...

The Car Accident

by sleakstryder on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Part 1 - Reckless Angel I was traveling out of my new neighborhood when a car pulled out in front of me. I couldn't avoid hitting the car. Then everything went blank for a while. The airbag deployed, knocking me dizzy. I climbed out of the car, staggering, and was met by a slender 5'5" blonde in tiny pink shorts and a half-tee. She was maybe 19 years old...