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One in Ten Ch. 05

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

(Thanks to PokingFun for her editing on both this and last chapter - sorry PF) (Thanks also to Bryan, Charles and John for help with feedback and ideas and this and last chapter) *The Titanic was sunk by snowflakes that fell long before mankind first forged iron* *Yes* I had made the pledge to abandon my society. The message deleted itself. "Who was it?...

Gypsy Magic

by ALEQ on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

By Aleq de Satyr Prologue My name is Octavia, Tavia for short. I am a 47 year old non-conformist Social Scientist. I was on my way home to Denver, Colorado, after attending a seminar in Santa Fe New Mexico, when I decided to stop over in Taos for a short rest. I am also a Feminist activist, sex enthusiast, educator, herbalist, and writer. My face is au...

The Never Series Pt. 02

by stfloyd56 on Jul 4, 2018
Erotic Couplings

This is Part Two of a four-part story. The drive sucked. It always sucked, but that late Friday afternoon and evening it was worse than usual. He made sure to grab a sandwich before he left the pub at about 4:00, so he wouldn't have to stop later, and he ate it during the mostly uninterrupted stretch of the 101 through San Luis Obispo and Santa Barbara Coun...

The Sleepwalking Detective

by regularguy13 on Sep 18, 2017
Group Sex

This story is entered in the 2016 Nude Day contest. This is a longish tale with anal, incest, first time, group, lesbian, non-consent and regular sex. Our group of amateur detectives must bare it all to catch a killer. * January 1978 "Uh . . . Uh . . . Uh," Tony grunted as he thrust. He rhythmically shoved his cock into the hairy hole of his coitus partn...

Miranda's Journey

by ms72vt on Sep 13, 2017
First Time

Miranda pulled down her night-shorts, and began to rub her clit. "Ohhh," she said, imagining that the fingers giving her so much pleasure were those of a handsome lover rather than her own. "Mmmmmm." The bed felt so comfortable, so soft, especially after spending last night in her tiny fold-up tent. She couldn't help it. She needed a release. She purred aga...

Lacks Charm But Wins the Girl

by Egmont Grigor on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

CHAPTER 1 The fine summer day was spotted with white cookie-shaped clouds when Hunter Macdonald began laying out lunch for his party of thirteen tourists from around the world. Two grandmotherly types hurried to assist because that's the compulsively kindly thing many grandmothers do. The boating travelers were five miles from base, on a sandy beach on Pung...

A River Runs in Vermont

by bgmisfun on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I would like to express immense gratitude to LillaBerndt, Metamorphose and TinyBabeLost (in alphabetical order) for their comments and input to various stages of this manuscript. I adopted some of their advice, and stubbornly ignored others. All flaws are mine. ********** After a long week shuttling between her office, the seminar room and her biology lab...

The Memory of Place

by Adrian Leverkuhn on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock T S Eliot ◊◊◊◊◊ There is a tree I think of from time to time. A tree in winter, it's limbs bare. Blackened bark, wet with cold rain. I stand and look at it's limbs fracturing upward i...

The Gulf Coast Move Ch. 02

by HStoner on May 15, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

This is the second chapter of a series. While the author hopes that this story can stand on its own, it will be much easier to follow if you have read the first chapter, titled "The Gulf Coast Move." This story draws on some real experiences but is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person or entity is coincidental and unintentional. As a work o...

Artifact

by LiamTanners on Apr 24, 2018
Group Sex

Kylie Venn smoothed the front of her black pleated skirt and reviewed the work she had done on her ipad. A range of photos of architectural closeups of different modernist landmarks. She'd perhaps pretentiously shifted them to black and white. They looked at times like alien artifacts. Strange geometries blown up under an electron microscope. She sipped her...