Sprouts Stories

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Becoming Babygirl

by BabyGirlNess on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Vanessa frantically sautéed the Brussels sprouts with one hand and checked the pot of quinoa with the other. She looked at the clock. 6:45. John's plane landed an hour ago. The train ride from the airport to her apartment was about an hour and a half long. She still needed to make herself presentable for him. He had already informed her of his expectations w...

Curse of the Sorcerer

by WishfulThinkingNA on Aug 23, 2019
Fantasy

You lay prone in a field of wet green grass, the sprouts tickling your chiseled arms. Your short red hair, slick with rain, leaks cold water on to your large frame. Before you, just about 100 meters away, sits a small cottage. The walls seem to be crumbling, the brickwork yielding to the elements. This was where the woman in the tavern had told you to go. Su...

Adventures of a Hair Lover Ch. 01

by jazm49 on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

This is, primarily, a story about my fascination with female body hair, especially when it sprouts and flows freely and abundantly. This book records one particular encounter. But before I begin I'd like to share some background information. Annie, my wife, and I met in college. I've always been a bit of a geek, that's what she calls me, and shy around wome...

The Lady and the Man

by lovelyladyfaire on Sep 16, 2017
Mature

Spring has finally arrived. The once shimmering sparkling snow white covered ground has given way to new life. Walking along the country road in my small town I can see the beginning sprouts of wild flowers doing their best to break through the winter ground and change the dreary landscape into a stunning display of color and beauty. Intoxicating fragranc...

Blackmailed at First Ch. 04

by TheKeith on Dec 2, 2017
Loving Wives

Yesterday, I fed her my special stir-fry dinner, assembled from whatever veggies I had on hand at the time, with fresh mung-bean sprouts, right off the windowsill, where I sprouted them. Strips of steak cut from yesterdays dinner. Seasoned with Thai peanut sauce. Boiled rice and hot tea. After dinner, we talked of this and that, avoiding mutual raw emotions...

Paradigm Shift Ch. 04

by SteveWallace on Sep 18, 2017
Group Sex

Chapter 4 A week later on Saturday night, Steve and Margo Betts held a neighborhood party. The format was the same, only it was at their house rather than someone else's: BYOB, and bring some kind of hot side dish or hors d'oeuvre. We arrived with wine, an interesting dish KC made with Brussels sprouts, and a plate of cheeses and crackers than I'd carefully...

Sex on the Sand

by mharper on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

We hadn't been naked on a beach since an impromptu strip down in the dunes of New Zealand in our early twenties. Now, twenty years later, Sylvie and I were lying out in the sun on a deserted beach wearing nothing but sunglasses and listening to the waves rolling in. I glanced over to my wife, lounging on her back with one arm draped over her forehead and th...

Jewel of Lust Ch. 02

by XinYu on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

*NOTE TO THE READER: STRONGLY ADVISED YOU READ PART ONE IN ADVANCE* * --You will find yourself compelled by the rite of Spring-- At last, the drought broke and the heavens overflowed, and down the rain poured over a hungry soil and its withering people. For eight days the storm had refused to yield, and by the ninth the ground had taken all the drink she...

A Talbot's Thanksgiving

by charlessmythe on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

It was November twenty second, 1962 at the Talbot's home in a small norther eastern town in Texas. Margery Talbot set a traditional Thanksgiving table, a snow white table cloths, the good china and silver flat wear to eat turkey with giblet gravy, Glazed ham, mashed potatoes, carrots, Brussels sprouts, German potato salad, green beans with bacon, dinner roll...

Adventures of Cameltoe Ch. 03

by MaxwellSpanx on Aug 30, 2017
Humor & Satire

Arthur's Story I woke up with a banging headache. As usual I made myself promises about drinking less and forcing Merlin to retire from his post as Chief Druid. I then slowly turned my head as I watched Guinevere sit up from the bed. To my surprise she let out a ripping fart. I laughed and pinched my nose. "Christ, Guin, give us some notice so I can open th...