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The Dream

by insatiabletigress on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

In her dreams she sees him, dark hair, a sly smile, and eyes so dark and shiny; it’s as if she is looking in a deep pool of water as the moonlight glistens on it. Her body stirs as in her dream he consumes her with his lust. His hands grabbing her hair, jerking her head back to reveal her long slender neck, kissing and biting her flesh as he thrust deep ins...

Conduct Unbecoming an Officer

by TheSweetnessLove4U on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

Your phone rings. It’s a text message with the following instructions: Office Happy you are hereby being summoned to appear in court. You have been summoned to appear at 10307 North Bad Boy Drive, Court Room Sunshine 3000, Bad Boy, LA. Upon your arrival, you are to report to the clerk of court. Check in and tell the clerk you are Officer Happy. She is goi...

To Swap Or Not To Swap Ch. 01

by Someyummy on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

To swap or not to swap. I guess when you hit your late 40s you begin to think of this, especially when the pussy you've had for years has always been lousy and seldom. My ex-wife had a best friend from school that I had fantasized several times while pulling my cock off. Her name was Margaret but I always thought of her as "Margo Lynn", but ultimate sex...

The Basket Ball Game

by SleekBlackRose on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Sitting at the Basket Ball game watching the men go back and forth. I catch my eye on one man, tall, dark and very handsome. I seen the bulge in his shorts and can only imagine what he would feel like inside me. I let my mind wonder so that I don't even see the game anymore. I imagine you standing over me, watching the sweat glisten on your skin. Mmmmm, my b...

Fish or Cut Bait

by velvetpie on Sep 16, 2017
Mature

Millie stared out across New York City, her eyes picking Central Park out of the darkness and tracing the long, lighted streets. Gazing out at the city made her miss Archie. They would often stand at this window, glasses of merlot in hand and just watch the city breathe. It was so relaxing and with his arm around her waist, made her feel as if the city had b...

Review: Lover Dolls, Vol. 3

by velvetpie on Sep 14, 2017
Reviews & Essays

***** 'Hentai' literally means pervert in Japanese. Today, most everyone knows that 'hentai' is anime pornography. For those of us who love cartoons and especially anime, the Japanese version of cartoons, these adult cartoons fulfill our mature fantasies while remaining based in the medium of our childhood. No Yosemite Sam blowing up innocent rabbits here. Y...

A Quick Screw in the Loo

by Irish Moss on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...

My Favorite Student

by njm on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

It’s a few minutes before until I’m scheduled to tutor you. When I hear your car pull up to my house and I mentally caution myself to never let you see how much I want you. Today, I’ve planned a writing assignment to help you improve your college essay skills. But, it’s impossible to think about anything except what the spot on your neck, just below your ear...

The Beginning of Stupid Ch. 02

by eldumbo on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

It had seemed like a decent idea three months before. A field trip into Ohio's Amish country through the non-credit arm of the university would get me a ride in the country, a paycheck and a day to see old friends up there. A day with the real Plain People might appeal to city types, not a journey to the tourist crap. The concept had gotten better the day be...

Ignorance is Bliss Ch. 02

by Ickenboffer on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Chapter II - Sylvia's Thursday At precisely 4:30, I locked the door to the house and went to my car. Sylvia was standing next to it nervously clutching a small overnight case. She was dressed in her usual costume, a too-large jacket over a bulky sweater and baggy jeans. "Good afternoon," I said, "so, do I need to check in the suitcase?" Sylvia shook her h...