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Learning About My Husband Ch. 02

by tn_maggie on Sep 13, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

What a beautiful, sunny day. Strange as it was to be topless, playing football and watching my husband strut around, giggling, in a cheerleader outfit, I felt relaxed. Why does this feel so normal? "Half time," Ariel exclaimed, breaking my daydream. "All y'all come over here and get some sunscreen on before you burn up." Bart, Brisban and Kellen formed a...

The Dude Ranch

by Lissette on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It had been almost five years since my last real vacation. Work had totally taken over my life. I knew when I went to law school that attorneys worked very long hours, but my schedule was ridiculous. Putting merger and acquisition deals together was a high pressure job. I worked around the clock when a major deal was in process. Fortunately, Massey, Heydon,...

Learning About My Husband Ch. 01

by tn_maggie on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

My husband taught himself to deep fry turkey. Now, if you live down south you know this is no big deal. However, if you live elsewhere you may be disgusted. Mostly, though, you should be licking your lips 'cuz it is really great! I was bragging on him at our local stitch-n-bitch, you know that gathering of girls where we sit around knitting and talking. Ari...

The One Handed Harlot

by NicoliEstovich on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Mr. Estovich's Tales of Tail: The One Handed Harlot Stephen winced a bit at the smell, not just the aroma, but the very texture of it. Grease and filth and fat and grease and... god knew what else. Jesus, how do people eat this shit? He didn't know, didn't want to know, and frankly, he didn't care; Stephen wasn't at this pit of a burger joint to admire the...

Jennifer

by WoodmanStark on Jul 27, 2020
Romance

JENNIFER by Woodman Stark This story is a prequel to "A Visit From the Sex Goddess" and can be read as a stand-alone. I created the character of Jennifer for the epilogue of that story (which can also be read by itself.) I wanted to flesh out the relationship with her that leads up to that story, so I wrote this. There are some inconsistencies between...

Molly

by ofloveandlust on Mar 26, 2019
Erotic Couplings

Molly was bored. Sundays were the worst. They had gone to church. Michael played the guitar at contemporary service. He was the last person who should be up there singing about Jesus. He was a degenerate. She loved that he was. She felt a little badly she had gotten him sucked into playing in the band but watching him suffer through the same set of simple so...

Power in Words

by Klingsor on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

The restaurant was small and elegant—white linen, crystal stemware—with attentive but not obsequious service. He ordered salade niçoise and mineral water and told Elizabeth she could have some wine but not anything to eat. He ate strawberries for dessert. She drank a second glass of wine. When they finished, he paid in cash and left a generous tip. They too...

Surf & Turf

by WillowPuss on Sep 12, 2017
Non-Erotic

Why, Oh why didn't I stick to my original plan? Let me start at the beginning ... I do my big weekly shop on a Saturday morning. In fact - I shop, not only for me, but for both mine and Ron's fathers ... so it is quite an art - each of us pushing a trolley around the supermarket, armed with a list each, then meeting up half way round to compare lists etc....

The Chicken Nugget Conspiracy

by GratefulFred on Aug 31, 2017
Humor & Satire

(c) GratefulFred Part 1 Working for the FDA wasn't the ideal job I set out to do, but it was a job like any job - it paid the bills. I was assigned to the poultry division and further categorized in the fried foods department. Seemed kind of boring considering that, off the record, we really couldn't go accuse any of those big chains of any wrongdoing and...

A House of Men Ch. 03

by kassandral on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

My alarm is a grating disturbance the next morning. I hadn’t come home until well after midnight the night before, so now I am running solely on four hours of sleep. I guess it’s the price of running off angrily due to a build-up of stress. I run to the bathroom, and who should I find in my shower but Mark, the horny little poker player. “Mark, what the hel...