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Five Whores for Denver

by dtiverson on Mar 31, 2020
Loving Wives

Randi wants adventure and a few of you have been bugging me for a western. So, here's two figurative birds with one metaphorical stone. Thanks, as usual, for including me old friend, and I hope all of you enjoy. DT PROLOGUE We were making love in our first-class cabin when we felt the faintest "bump." She whispered, "Nearly there!!" I immediately returned...

New Daddy

by storyville on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"Runaway" technically didn't apply to her. Samantha, or Sam as her friends called her had turned 18 and was desperate to escape a small town and overbearing parents. Here she was in Philadelphia, not a true big city like New York, but big to her. There was plenty of trouble to be had for a pretty girl. She had been coasting on savings for a few weeks, stayi...

Secrets of the Tea Room Ch. 05

by Redneck Woman56 on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Rose ran a Tea Room on the fringes of the Garden District, within a short distance to Storyville and the French Quarter. Both neighborhoods contributed to her business success. From mid-morning to mid-afternoon, Rose would entertain the wealthy ladies of the Garden District. Her tables were always full, partly owing to the variety of coffees and teas that R...

The First of Many

by Cromagnonman on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

I am a demimondaine, what you would call a prostitute, a whore, a harlot, but I prefer to see myself as a person who provides a service, an exclusive service to those people who need it and can afford me. This story is of how I came to be what I am. All I could ever remember from a very young age was life in the mansion in Storyville where Maman and Grandem...

Miss Eve

by eroswizard on Sep 1, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Wandering the streets of New Orleans, I guess they are called rues here, I am as depressed as the hurricane beaten neighborhood through which I stroll. The ornate sarcophaguses are further reminiscent of my meaningless life. Born in an up and coming neighborhood, I abandoned the cultural expectations to strive for power and greed by embarking on a spiritual...

The Ship of Souls

by holliday1960 on Jan 21, 2020
Erotic Horror

The Crescent City: New Orleans, the most lustrous, and infamous jewel of the south. Like the ancestors of old, the ancient city wears a masque that conceals her mysteries from the curiosity of outsiders. Known for her revelry and night-life, New Orleans has a multi-faceted persona all her own. Like a jigsaw puzzle, the city was long ago broken into diverse...

Vamp Pt. 01

by calibeachgirl on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2012 Thanks to my copy editor estragon and my friends Elliot and Bill for their support... A supernatural love story... was it so strange that two women would love one another? The Summer of 1953 Central Park, New York City... Apprehension made her sound belligerent. "Ambrosius, why do you keep coming bac...

Louisiana Days Ch. 04

by JackStrange on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense." Tom Clancy *** I had lived through the era of free love and cheap dope. So in January 1976, when I moved to my newest town to resurrect my career and my life, I thought I knew all there was to know about sex. Problem was I really didn't know anything. Then, in my third month of unint...

Trashed

by JamesxPendergrass on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

I like wearing form-fitting clothing when I'm in my Back Bay condo. It makes me feel sexy and powerful and so after awakening I put on an opaque body suit from Wolford. It cradles each and every curve of my body. Some nameless jerkoff loser bought it for me last month. I spend most of the morning reclining in bed, reading the new Jami Attenberg novel, whil...

Lady in Black

by H piltdown on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

It’d been a long night. I packed my old Voodoo Strat back into the worn leather case. My throat was raw. I didn’t like to do vocals, but Jamie had a gig in Central City. Somehow, Ron, Pete and me survived the twelve drunks and sixteen hick tourists that strolled into the club to make dumb assed requests and down gallons of cheap booze - Just another rainy we...