Synonim Do Wiele Stories

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Winston's Witch Ch. 04

by Inosolan on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

(There will likely be a delay before i post any more; i've come to the end of what i had done already, and i need to make time to write more. (I promise that i do already know what becomes of Nicola and Diana, and of the town of Winston, Massachusetts. I just haven't written it down yet. Hang in there, just like Nicola and her friends, it's coming.) =====...

Cut Grass Aphrodisiac

by byronbert on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

Both of my parents were killed in a light plane crash when I was very young. Too young to for me to even remember them. Somewhat reluctantly, my sole remaining grandparent took custody of me. I had a pretty normal upbringing under the circumstances. Money was a short at times because Gramps could only get work as a local handyman/gardener but we got by. When...

Summer of '77 Ch. 05

by natalieprendergast on Sep 25, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Adam couldn't help but notice how nice Rachel looked in her leotard. It must have been a new one because he hadn't seen that particular color. The purple tights only drew more attention to the young girl, and her 18-year-old body was shown off quite well. The loose-fitting white top she had on also allowed her big breasts to bounce around a bit, as her bra...

Maestro or Master Pt. 01

by lovelyladyfaire on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Realism is that phenomenon which takes your dreams out of the darkness of night and brings them into the light of day. This one rambling thought continuously resonates in my mind. There are events that take place in your life when you recognize that moments you've only imagined, perhaps visualized in a fantasy, might become certainty. Suddenly, dreams have...

The Story and The Poem

by The_Dongs_Johnson on Jul 4, 2018
Erotic Couplings

"What rhymes with pussy?" Julie asked. She sat in a blue suede bowl-shaped chair with her head hanging off the side almost parallel with the floor. Her long legs were crossed and she was swaying her foot in time with the music radiating from a small speaker in the corner. A notebook in one hand, she tapped her freckled chin with the end of the pen she held i...

Huginn's Yule

by ChloeTzang on Dec 10, 2019
First Time

Huginn's Yule or, How the Jólfaðr Came Calling on Yuletide Eve * © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts her right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotat...

"Boom!" Archive Through Part 20

by midorigreengrasses on Dec 24, 2019
Loving Wives

"Boom" chapter archive (through Boom 20) translated by Hiroko: 
 I can tell you about a different man I saw, also before Mitchell, of course. His name was Nat. I decided to write about us in the third person, not using "I" but "she" for myself. Maybe that makes the story clearer. And it's past, after all. Poof part 1 This is the story, a short one, of...

How Much Do Manila Prostitutes Earn

by JimGrinsted on Jun 19, 2019
Reviews & Essays

The good news is my wife is from the Philippines. The bad news is my wife is from the Philippines. Because, in addition to my wife, I LOVE prostitutes. Just read my other stories on this site--they're all about hookers one way or another. Despite (in my opinion) that the best place for prostitution in the whole wide world is the Philippines, because of my w...

Probe is a Synonym for Exploration

by Sojournalist on Sep 16, 2017
Anal

This is my first submission, I look forward to all your help to improve - Thank you. * I felt warm, relaxed, and incredibly self-satisfied sitting in the hot tub, completely content to watch my beautiful bride's breasts swimming in the turbulent blue-lighted water. Sitting next to her was the fascinating twenty-four-year-old creature who had recently becom...

Red Azaleas

by Bluepen451 on Feb 20, 2018
Erotic Couplings

I do love spring in the Sierra foothills thought Susan as she steered her old Toyota pickup through the gentle curve of the Colfax exit from eastbound Interstate 80. It was only late February, but in typical California fashion the grass was already several inches deep and a few daffodils were beginning to bloom, at least those with southern exposures. The ot...