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Surprised in the Country

by Richard963 on Sep 16, 2017
Anal

I was staying with a friend's sister, Anna, as I could not join my parents who worked for Shell in Nigeria. Her house was a nice large one in Sussex on the South Downs. After our adventures in the Bathroom, we took our sexual activities to the great outdoors by means of our bicycles. In the sixties, the roads were much safer as there were far fewer cars and...

Three Nights in the Bathroom

by Richard963 on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

I left my private `public` school – all boys - totally ignorant of a girl's physiology. I'd seen art pictures in books in the Studio, and I had read Henry Miller's Sexus, mastburtbating many times over it's sexy passages. But the actual sexual details of a woman were a mystery to me. So when I met Anna, the sister of my school friend, I was excited but shy w...

Tribe Clandestiny Ch. 23

by IslandCove on Jan 22, 2019
Novels and Novellas

Simon Sharpe. I reached down to pick up the spent shell, 7.62mm, some kind of Kalashnikov clone, probably an AKM. "AK47?" Shelly asked, peering over my shoulder. "Basically, yes. Probably silenced, or someone would have heard the shots." I pocketed the shell and walked to the hedge. Just beyond was a small dip, the grass flattened. They'd hidden here b...

Amarillo

by chas4455 on Mar 3, 2020
Loving Wives

"One of the world's largest areas of offshore oil and gas exploitation, in Europe's North Sea, is closing down. Over the next few years, thousands of wells will be plugged and hundreds of giant production platforms removed from the storm-tossed sea, in one of the world's largest and most expensive exercises in industrial decommissioning." Fred Pearce, Yale...

Birthday Treat

by KissingMarriedWomen on Sep 19, 2017
Group Sex

I wrote this story in 1998, and it is set in the 70s, hence the mention of 'records' etc. I haven't updated it. I notice I have a habit of ending a paragraph with three dots, as in a Mills and Boon novel. Well, H.G. Wells used a lot it too, so I'm in august company. ==================== It was my birthday, and I wasn't going anywhere. My girlfriend, with w...

A Christmas Party Ch. 04

by lannasage on Sep 18, 2017
Interracial Love

The sound of Lee-Anne's voice over the intercom drew Jeremy's attention from the work at hand. "Sir, Miss Iloh is here, do I let her in?" she asked. Kachi. She was the sole purpose of the extra time he was putting into his work, in an effort to ward off thoughts f her, he had drowned himself in his work-that didn't do him a lot of good, so he asked to see...

Barcelona

by gapster7 on Mar 17, 2020
Mature

Ben climbed from the Metro up to the street and took a deep breath of the Spanish spring air. He headed north into L'Eixample, looking forward to collapsing in his room after a long day of sightseeing. His mind wandered back to the lovely young lady he had briefly encountered earlier that morning and he wondered whether he might, by chance, run into her agai...

Black Telepathy

by Samuelx on Oct 6, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Speciation. How exactly does that occur? When does it occur? What would it mean for the world if it happened in humans? Once upon a time, the answers to that line of questioning would have meant very little to Clarence Brownstone. He's never been the scientific type, to be exact. A tall, slim African American fellow who seems quite bland when one first meets...

One in Ten Ch. 10

by FinalStand on Sep 25, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Your mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul. To PokingFun and Talenwolf for the editing help. Also, for all those who helped with the creative process of this story. My weary mind cannot put a name to you all. We share a darkness, a confusion with the injustic...

A-Cup Angst Ch. 07

by sycksycko on Sep 25, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Jean Pierre Lemoine was an artist. His magic moved the needle through the subcutaneous tissue with surgical precision, which was no great surprise to anyone that knew him, as he did have two years of surgical residency under his belt. The surgical scars will be less noticeable than if a plastic surgeon had been over them to hide them, despite being located i...