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Coach's Conquests Ch. 21

by MrDean70 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Bret's long drive to top-ranked Oaktown was fruitless as the Oaks routed Meridian 63-0. Bret left at halftime with Oakville up 42-0. The two most impressive things about the state powerhouse? The fact that their kicker made all six extra points in the first half (he ended up making all nine in the game) and their football facility. Both were something Bret...

Beltane

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

"I don't think this is a good idea," Jasmine stepped through the door. "What if there's some hobo living in here?" "Oh come on, Jaz. Who cares?" Mike pushed a few pieces of framing from their path. "We'll scare him before he can scare us. Besides, you're tired of the 'same old-same old, aren't you? You should really make up your mind. I mean -" "Just beca...

Flashed in Walmart

by m_storyman_x on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

It was an ungodly hour, or at least it felt that way. Five AM. It'd been a damn long time since I'd been out of bed at this hour except for fishing or hunting. But here I was, standing in Walmart checking on complaints that one of my people wasn't fully stocking the soda rack at this particular store. I'd left the house at four, driven an hour to get here, j...

Rode Hard Put Away Wet

by FD45 on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

This story is dedicated to Stangstar06. I've been reading about these damned pony cars so long I got to mention on in one of my stories too...though maybe this one should be under 'nonconsensual' in his mind. I am the only editor of this piece of dreck, so any flaws are my own. I welcome all constructive criticism. The rest of you can drop dead. * "Hey M...

A Holiday in Looe Ch. 01

by leaky_one on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

Emma & Mark -- On The Way Home from the Pub Background: Looe is a historical fishing village in Cornwall (UK) just a little further down the coast from the coastal city of Plymouth. All over Looe the pubs were closing for the night, disgorging their drunken patrons onto the narrow cobbled streets. Mark and Emma staggered out of the door of their own chose...

Community Service

by justincbenedict on Jun 19, 2018
BDSM

WHACK! Verner Wasowicz's buttocks stung bitterly, and he closed his eyes. His tightie whities and trousers were clogging his ankles, but he wiggled his legs as Charyn's strop landed across his lower buttocks. THWACK! "Love your Fruit of the Looms there, Vernie. Quite appropriately named. FRUIT." Charyn laughed, and Verner looked over his head to see Char...

Peeing with Suzy Ch. 02

by leaky_one on Sep 18, 2017
Fetish

My next visit to see my friend Suzy came several days later. I must admit that on my way over to her house, I was filled with a sense of deep excitement about what the day might hold. Naturally I had ensured that I'd had a large drink with my breakfast and already I could feel a deep burning in my bladder with the need for a pee. Whilst I was walking, I stud...

Hayli's "Sliding Door" Ch. 01

by Menderman on Sep 15, 2017
First Time

You may have seen and enjoyed the 1998 movie "Sliding Door" starring Gwyneth Paltrow and John Hannah a few years ago; which was an intriguing story about how a simple turn of events or a decision can make such a difference to your day and possibly your life. I hope you enjoy my take on this concept of fate. This story is dedicated to Teachgirl and her fant...

Private School Ch. 03

by Schlank on Sep 25, 2017
BDSM

Eventually Heather ended up in what looked like a photography studio. There was lighting equipment and tripods and a number of expensive looking cameras. Heather had questions she wanted to ask, however she was learning to keep her mouth shut. Apparently students in this school didn't speak unless spoken to. And even then they had to be careful how they answ...

Dead Things Need Love Too

by Darkestkiss on Sep 15, 2017
Erotic Horror

The young man, brow furrowed and glasses perched low, bent over the table. His scalpel gleamed in the low light as he sliced through flesh and sinew. A thick tube was twisted with some force into the opening he created, allowing a dark viscous fluid to ooze toward the drain. Mr. Walker didn't move, but that was expected. Corpses tend not to do that. He turn...