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Journal of Desire Ch. 02

by SmallTownScandals on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

Pausing at the front door of the newspaper office, Robyn took a deep breath. She looked into the dust-stained window. The gray-haired lady on the other side of the window looked up from her desk and stared back. Robyn fought the urge to turn away. What the heck, she thought. I've got to give it a try. Robyn swung open the door as the lady brushed the droni...

An Evening at Marvin's Bar

by carvohi on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

There were a bunch of us. We all always gathered at Marvin's. Marvin owns and runs a bar on the outskirts of town. It's a place where we gather once a month to talk, bullshit, and brag about all the stuff we wished we'd done. Mostly though we talk about the interesting, and many uninteresting, stories we've all read. By the way we're all writers. People wh...

Wedding Party

by Hornyman69WithU on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The first of my friends to get married, Russell, did so when I was a senior in college, and he married a wonderful girl, Vickie, from a small town in North Carolina, where the wedding was. Vickie told me before the wedding that she was setting the stage for me and her former roommate and good friend to have a good time. She thought we'd be perfect, and even...

BabySitter has a Boyfriend

by Ashson on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Quite frankly, I don't consider the whole thing to have been my fault. OK, I know that the parents I sit for have their rules and that I'm supposed to obey them. I understand that. It's just that sometimes situations arise when you have to bend the rules a little. That was all I intended – to bend one little rule just a teeny bit. It all centred on Bobby, m...

Walking After Midnight

by Thisisntme on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

The faint sounds of the music filtered through the window screens to reach me as I sat on the front porch steps. Patsy Cline, I was not, but I hummed along anyway, watching the end of my cigarette flare as I took a long, slow drag. Although it was after midnight, it was too damned hot to do the walking that the song suggested. Summers in west Texas can be br...

Controlled Ch. 09

by colesneil37 on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

*Note to readers, I may have gone a bit far here. Feedback is much appreciated (Good or Bad) Thanks to those who have sent in feedback already and thanks to those who have voted.* I walked through the supermarket as though i was on automatic pilot, i just couldn't believe that i hadn't made a fuss or reported those thugs to the police when they asked if i w...

Restrained (A Natalya Story)

by Cherish_Desire on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

She wasn't helpless, but Natalya gave the audience that impression. She knew a single signal to Max would end the show. He wouldn't be pleased, but Max believed she knew her limits best. Only Natalya knew that her limits had been pushed so far that she had no idea when to stop. Encased in a translucent latex cat suit, her tight gymnast body was on display f...

Stormy Weather Ch. 04

by vanillaalways on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

It was almost eleven when they returned to their room. Jack took off his sport jacket and sat in his chair. Cynthia stood before at the window looking at the ocean. Neither spoke. Finally Cynthia turned, looking at Jack, "What are you thinking, Jack." "Is this truth or truth?" "Yes." "I was thinking of last night, lying in bed just looking at you and how...

The Dubious Dictionary: Ag-Al

by MathGirl on Sep 17, 2017
Humor & Satire

A collection of arcane and under-appreciated words for the edification, education, and entertainment of the reader. Definitions are included, along with clarification. Also, the word is used in a sentence, where appropriate, to indicate its proper usage in everyday language. NOTE: An asterisk (*) following a definition indicates that the word and definit...

The Worst Smell

by RANDYCRIME on May 14, 2020
Fan Fiction

Contains: hypermess, hyperstink ____ DONG! DONG! DONG! The church bell signaled that it was 3 PM in the quaint suburban neighborhood of Fouler Hill. Cars rolled along steadily in the streets, a dog or two here and there poking their heads out of the windows. An old couple crossed the street where a school bus stopped to release some children, who raced each...

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