Residential Ip Stories

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Aurion Ch. 02

by luciusgrey on Sep 19, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Sorry for the wait! Real life sent me a few harsh blows in a combination so rapid that it would've made Ip Man proud. As such, it took me a lot longer than intended to get it posted. Although, to be fair, I chose to extend the chapter a little bit right at the last minute-which combined with my schedule to cause another two days of delay. However, the wait i...

Karin's Jeans Ch. 02

by AndreaJordan on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Nick sat on the pavement with his jacket pulled down his arm as far as it would go to cover the cuffs. Fortunately it was a bohemian, student area and so he didn't look too out of place. He pulled out his phone and dialed Karin's number. "Hello," she answered after six rings. "Honey, you can't just leave me chained up in the street." "I'm shopping, you're...

Mr. D and the Babysitter Pt. 07

by Holophernes on Jun 1, 2020
Erotic Couplings

(For readers outside Australia, a few notes: University = College. Colleges are the residential halls attached to Universities. Uni usually begins around the beginning of March. Mobile = Cell Phone. Summer begins on December 1. Chips = potato crisps, unless they are hot and then they = French Fries. Bathers have different names even in Australia = togs = swi...

Finding Picasso Ch. 06

by Jason_NYC on Oct 6, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

On the ride from the Bois de Vincennes back into Central Paris, Runa and we detour through an old residential neighborhood that somehow eluded Haussmann's 19th-century wrecking ball. We stop at a cafe with a Belle-Epoch facade and Art Nouveau lettering. "Can you imagine?" I ask as we sip cafe expresso. "Cezanne could have sat here? Or Gauguin? or even van...

She was There Pt. 02

by MartinHerrera on Mar 16, 2020
Interracial Love

After a week of self-directed anger for letting this peach of a girl slip away, Brad resigned himself to his loss and returned to earnest work, finding his way through the new layers of added responsibility. He arrived in Korea four days ago. Problems with their upgraded avionics in T-50 jet trainers taxed both Brad and his two local engineers to their lim...

Stolen Birthright Ch. 01-05

by partwolf on Sep 18, 2017
NonHuman

Ch 1 October 2015 "Ella, wake up hon." I opened my eyes as the late afternoon sun hit through the window of their Ford Expedition hit my eyes. I let out a groan, my nap wasn't long enough. I checked my iPhone, it was 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon and we had been on the road since five. I sat up and stretched, my muscles were stiff from the drive and the aw...

Personal Training Ch. 01

by MissPrim on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

My legs pumped up and down on the pedals of the exercise bike. It was a steady rhythm measured against the war between my stamina and my body's protests. I was, most definitely out of shape. Confined to bed for three months, I had put on weight and I didn't need any extra fat to begin with. Unlike some people, I've never enjoyed exercise. The weakened stat...

Our Epiphany, Our Mission

by Kennewickian on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

The ecstasy and agony of a modern marriage Today Life had been good to Owen Anderson. At a young-looking 49, he was Managing Director of the Chicago office of Morgan Weinstein & Cie. Since graduating with honors from Ohio's Denison University, followed by an MBA in finance from the University of Chicago, his business career had been one of continual ac...

A Crewmember

by peterswiftt on Oct 14, 2017
Romance

Lido Beach in Sarasota Florida is considered a premier beach resort area by the rich. The penthouse floors atop the high rise buildings there generally house two to three separate luxury unit penthouses and they are on a many year waiting list to attain. Once available, it is not uncommon for the new owner to have theirs gutted to bare concrete and built bac...

An Accidental Parent

by cbrguy on Jul 15, 2020
Romance

The hitch-hiker. It had been nearly two years since my life partner of two decades had died, and in February 2014 I had finally made the move away from the Australian capital to rural eastern Victoria. The sale of my previous home had allowed me the luxury of buying suitable land in the quiet seaside village of Marlo, where the Snowy River meets the ocean....