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At Seventy?

by ILuvAnal on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

Author's Note: Your feedback is important to me. I cannot improve as a writer if you are not willing to give constructive feedback. This story is very different from my other submissions. I hope you enjoy! She was sitting on the porch swing drinking her morning tea. It was a beautiful morning in May of her seventieth year. May was always her favorite month....

Making a Sandwich

by coldamaranthine on Aug 17, 2017
Fetish

Turkey, mustard, tomatoes, romaine, a knife, a cutting board, and of course, wheat bread are out on the oak table. Having arthritis in my back, it's hard for me to sit down for long periods of time, so the breakfast table is now just a transitional area between hunger and consummation. After cutting a few slices off the tomato, I wrap it in cellophane and li...

Ramona Ch. 03

by Hollunder on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Chapter 3: The Stinging Nettle Season Was Open Special thanks to Erosite for editing this story. I went to playground and, as I had thought, there were many three-foot-long nettle stalks under some elder bushes. Aroused about how a spanking with these switches would feel, I gently touched one of the soft green leaves with my fingers. It hardly hurt. In my...

Queen of the Concrete Jungle Ch. 03

by MotherandSonTrueConfessions on Dec 2, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

A woman with a Death Wish, she's a female Equalizer. Continued from Chapter 2: Indeed, Laura Lion is a fighter. Indeed, she's a phenomenal woman. Taking her retribution out on them, it's true that she hunts bad men, criminals, and men who use, abuse, and hurt women. Only, instead of turning them over to the police for arrest, to the district attorney for...

Marvel's X-Hot-Ic

by gorel29 on May 27, 2018
Fan Fiction

“OK Aunt May, I’m heading off to the Bugle.” Sticking her head out of the washroom doorway May smiled and called back. “Alright Peter, you have a safe trip.” May Parker looked at herself in the mirror again, tracing a finger through her grey hair all while shifting her chin back and forth to see the lines and crow’s feet over her face. Time wasn’t kind to he...

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I am Scared

by INDIANNIKKO on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Disclaimer: I tend to float all over the map, so bear with Me on that, and have patience, please. When I write sometimes, it's more free thought writing, not organized, and things tumble out. Regardless, it's all raw and from My soul, heart, mind, body, and spirit, as they all speak when I write. (Sometimes all at once, and it's distracting........hee hee)...

When Everything isn't Enough

by trigudis on Sep 4, 2018
Romance

She has everything she ever wanted: the three-thousand-plus square foot Cotswold style home in classy Broadcreek outside Cleveland, the two kids (a boy and girl, just as she "planned"), the doting stay-at-home handyman of a husband and the upper management position with a major medical conglomerate. She's pretty, too, the "perfect" forty-year old as some c...

A Tale of Two Titties

by Amyfriend on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

Alice brought Wonderland. I wasn't sleeping very well after a fall that I took which damaged my knee and hip and I was dosing myself with 2 painkillers every 4 or 5 hours. It was now just after 1 o'clock in the morning and I realized that I only had one pill left so I got myself dressed and found my walking stick then headed to the local all night convenie...

Sex Rehab

by MIKEYLICKEY on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

If you found an old car in a barn covered by a blanket, would you start it up and try to go 100 miles an hour? No. It would probably blow up, or leak fluid, or break something. I haven't had sex in twelve years. Oh, I've had orgasms, masturbated, even had sex with another person on two or three occasions. But is wasn't SEX, that hot, sweaty, ohmigod kind of...

Midsummer Night

by CreamyLady on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Faye heard the music just after midnight. It was soft and lilting. She thought it might be a harp, but when she listened harder, it seemed to be a flute. She couldn't tell where it came from; anywhere, everywhere, nowhere. She sat up in the bed, stretching, and listened intently. Beside her, sprawled over most of the bed, was her husband. Jeff was still a g...