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Chris' Adventures Ch. 04

by curiousone43 on Apr 17, 2018
Fetish

Sunlight streamed through windows and played across Christy and Patty's bodies as they lay there in bed. Christy's arm was draped over Patty, cupping one of her large breasts and Patty was curled up in a fetal position next to Christy. Christy stirred and rolled over stretching out and trying not to wake up Patty. She rolled over to see what time it was, 9:0...

Poor Will

by Eroticalover1968 on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

Here I sit on a rough hewn windowsill, amidst gnarled branches strumming wretched anthems on shards of glass. Ah, this is a fine day, the first day of spring. At the start of spring, the landscape here bears little difference from that of winter, existing as a theoretical axis- a turning point promising better days to come. We've had an odd winter this year;...

The Blood Pact Ch. 29

by kimtheelf on Sep 14, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Bright sunlight in a kaleidoscope of colors streamed in through the narrow leaded-glass windows of the bath chamber. The scent of perfumed soap filled the moist air. With eyes closed, I lounged back in the vast copper tub. Rubbing my silky legs together beneath the steaming water, I let out a long sigh. I was going to miss luxuries like this when I left the...

While He Was Gone

by Bad Mischa Bad on Sep 11, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

I let myself into his house, sighing as I wandered through, surprised at how much I missed him. Dropping my purse on the kitchen table, I headed to the living room windows to look at the calm Pacific Ocean that was Dan's backyard. It had been a few months since I met Dan, and we had spent most of our time together in bed. Well, not in bed, exactly, since w...

All Bark & Little Bite Ch. 03

by Exogenous on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

The day after Saundra had dropped Donald off at the airport she went to his condo, wanting to stash the little presents she'd bought for him. She took a tour through the rooms which she found tastefully decorated, not overbearing. The colors and design were probably done that way on purpose, so Donald would be the focus of the room, rather than the décor. Th...

St. Dunstan's Nuns Ch. 04

by Nigel Debonnaire on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

The Roman November was cold and chill. Steam clouded the kitchen windows as Mavis Hazelton, our cook, prepared the Noon meal at the Generalate. Mavis, a short, chubby woman in a white blouse and dark skirt, was usually disheveled by the middle of the day, but today she had a panicked look about her. As I entered, she caught my eye and said frantically: "Hele...

Lessons from Julie

by Scotsman69 on Sep 14, 2017
First Time

The woman entered and stood watching her son, who didn't look up. Rain blattered the big windows of the dining room, willows and rowans in the garden whipping in the wind. He sat morosely at the oak table, flicking pages of a book he wasn't reading. They had a tolerant and normally easy relationship, but he was beginning to get on her nerves this Sunday afte...

Some Light Can Never Be Seen Ch. 01

by Stardog Champion on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

The Weather couldn't have been more fitting. Rose Dwyer felt as if every drop of rain falling from the pitch black sky was pelting her creaky and somewhat overweight 51 year old body as she sat in the driver's seat of her rental car, staring pensively out into the deluge as she waited in a motel parking lot, well over a hundred miles from home. For a tri...

Eden Ch. 02

by Ladybee23 on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

I was almost finished wiping down my last table when I looked over at the clock hanging on the wall: 4:20 am. Only ten more minutes on my shift—and then Zane and I can go sleep the day away. I sighed contentedly. I know most people wouldn't be happy with a lowly waitressing job at a small hole-in-the-wall diner like Sally's Seafood, but to me it is a small p...

Katrina Thompson, Trouble Ch. 01

by yowser on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Part One of a two act story. They had said that Trina Thompson was high-maintenance. Of course they were right, James and Nigel and Stash, and if anybody should have known it was them, and I ought to have heeded their advice. But I couldn't help myself. I was in the grip of very great lust, not for the first time in my life, and I had reckoned that my keen...