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Swallow This

by Poisynangel on Sep 1, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

It was a dive bar on the south side. They rarely attracted any big names but every once in a while the barely lucid patrons were treated as guinea pigs for new material from a well known band. Usually they were guys that got their start playing late night gigs on Sunday nights or they used to drink there after band practice. Mostly it was a place for wannabe...

Strip Darts

by TxRad on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

I've been working down on the south side of Corpus, for about a year and a half. I was going all the way to the east side of town to have a beer. It had taken me several months to find a bar that I felt safe and welcome in. One problem was the distance and the cops and the other was that I wanted to practice my darts but no one wanted to play. The only time...

The Chaos Theory

by HunterShambles on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

The Orangery was airy and lit naturally from the south side by floor to ceiling French Windows. These were now folded back alternately, along its whole length. A cooling breeze shifted the tied back lace curtaining and fans were dotted around the inner edges to further cool the room. It was large, fifty foot wide and nearly a hundred feet long. The high ceil...

The Light Side of Death

by WilBeLes on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Horror

Chapter one Past Scientists were working on a miracle cure that could possibly destroy any terminal illness known to man. They have tested the new drug on rats and chimps but not on humans. This would be the first human trial thus far. Thousands of terminal ill people are waiting in line for their one shot to being free of their chains linking them with de...

Sassie, My Teenage Bride

by toepicdic on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

I sat by my fire ring with a simple fire burning on this cool November day. My fire ring was hidden by bushes from the street twenty five feet away in two directions and privacy fence on the third side. The south side was open to my front yard. Most people didn't even know it was there if they didn't go out at night. Like most evenings, I burnt a fire just t...

The Rose Tattoo

by Katherine English 2 on Sep 13, 2017
Anal

Quietly I slipped behind the thin Chinese screen, the one slim concession to modesty offered by the proprietor of "The Needle's Point", an innocuous tattoo parlor on the south side of town. Once more I asked myself what in the world I was doing there, why had I come to this particular place in the shadiest part of the city, but I already knew the answer. I...

Girl at the rock show

by Succubus_tamer on Jun 2, 2020
Erotic Couplings

Amy listened to the melody of her favorite track fade and felt the deepest regret. Not that the song was in anyway melancholy, it was in fact a quite loud and aggressive punk rock number. The fact remained that Amy was destined to not see her idols, The Dommes, perform live. The only show within a thousand miles had sold out in minutes and a sudden drop of i...

Teasing Her Ch. 01

by AJfun on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

Michael had been watching his prey for a couple of months now. He lived on the south side of a large city, and she was a freshman at a college across town. Thanks to friendly chats with her friends, he knew almost everything about her. And now was the time to capture her. Her name was Danielle, or "Dani" as her friends called her. She was 19, medium height,...

The Email

by climberbos on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

It was a Thursday morning. I had just gotten to the office, my cubicle was on the south side of the third floor. I booted up my computer, got some coffee, and sat down to catch up on the daily slew of emails that waited for me when I arrived. I had a busy day of meetings and I had been up late the night before, so I was braced for a long day. After fifteen m...

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

by Ian56 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

It was Friday night and the big city blues were in full swing. Amidst the swirl of alcohol and misty tobacco I was with a few of the (motley) crew from lower south side getting totally blitzed on cheap vodka and snakebites as we sat listening to the sound of rebellion coming from the Fat Larry jukebox. Call me Joe by the way. At last count I'm 25 going on 4...