Trash Bag Stories

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The Cabin Trip Ch. 1

by Firewagn69 on Sep 16, 2017
Anal

The cabin was warm and dry, thanks to fire place. The snow was lazily falling on the wilderness outside the walls of the cabin. Gently ticking against the picture window, building up on the porch. My wife, I, and our girlfriend / slave had just arrived & were beginning to make ourselves at home, taking drinks, then sitting on the couch, the slave on the bear...

Nature Girl

by illusory_transitory on Sep 25, 2017
NonHuman

12:49 am Ada swore and slapped the back of her thigh, aiming for the crawling thing, whatever it was. Damn camping, anyway. She couldn't see a blessed thing out here, but she sure could feel the creepy crawlies doing their thing. Ugh. She was really too tired to get up and find a flashlight and even try to figure out where the bug was, but it was starting t...

7 Brides For 7 Brothers: Mitz & Joy

by sammies_place on Aug 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"Mitz?" Joy hated the way sounds echoed in the cave. "Mitz?" "Hmmm?" "Can I sleep by you?" When he didn't answer Joy climbed from her sleeping bag and re-arranged it next to his. It wasn't just the sounds in the cave, she realized. It was Mitz. She wanted his hands on her again, but it wasn't likely to happen, was it? Still, she had caught him looking at h...

Stacy Puma Ch. 01: Indian Giver

by SZENSEI on Sep 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Stacy Puma had very little to show for her life. At age 23 she had graduated high school and become the ultimate slacker. No going on to college for her. Not even a job. Nothing to speak of that is. She hated authority so getting along with a boss became challenging. It probably had something to do with her upbringing. Both parents were career alcoholics. He...

Hippy Hotsy

by Boxlicker101 on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"Hey, Man, ya wanna go fuck?" the young woman asked Charlie Barnes on a warm August morning as he sat in the bleachers in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park watching the two attractive women cavorting on the tennis court. Summer Morning had awoken an hour earlier feeling horny, and she decided to do something about that very pleasant but needy feeling. The f...

Angel Dreams: Dream 7

by Nikki aka Angel on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

[My Love, can you believe how long we have been talking to each other now? It only seems like yesterday that you pulled me out of the dark abyss that I had fallen into. My love grows for you more everyday as we share our hopes and dreams with each other. There were days that we thought we would never talk to each other again. There were times that each of u...

Guest House Ch. 06: Camping Trip

by TheRaz0r on Sep 18, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Dylan put down the phone and folded the scribbled notes he had just jotted down from his conversation with Dr. Lorento. The scientist had confirmed the dates for their expedition into the Hawthorne National Reserves and it left little time for him to prepare. He quickly grabbed his keys and wallet before he headed downstairs to his car. Once in the driveway,...

B & D Training

by L Peters on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

She walked into the room slowly, the terry cloth bathrobe cinched up tight. Her face was over done as requested, too much blush and lipstick, gaudy eye shadow and thick eye liner. The cheap blonde wig made her look like another person all together, and that was the point. I wanted her to feel like a different woman; a stranger in her own skin, able to break...

Caller ID Ch. 09

by Kathi on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Megan refused to talk to or to even acknowledge her mother the next morning. The team ate breakfast as a group and boarded the buses for the return trip. She looked like she had been crying and Maggie suspected she knew what had happened but she was afraid to pursue the matter. Roberto rode back in the other bus and Maggie sat alone near the back. She wasn'...

Mr. Handyman Ch. 05

by Anne08 on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

We were in a heavily wooded area. There was a small path clear of trees, just enough for a vehicle to edge through. The truck idled on a patch of dirt, trampled by constant passersby. There was no 'parking lot'. Perhaps two to three more vehicles could squeeze in this little circle, but no more. To the right of the truck, I could see the barest trace of a...