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Black Cameraman & the Weather girl

by MormonChicks on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

In writing for Mormon Chicks stories I get feedback from people telling me about their affairs. These usually aren't enough to tell a full story. I've decided to take a few from the inbox and put them on the site. ************************** Did you ever thinking about fucking one of the women on a newscast? The Black Cameraman & the Weather girl. EMAIL F...

Layover

by Dear_Dora on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

"Candy with grain inside," was the clue. I sat tapping my pen on the first square of the eight-letter entry, which already had an "L" in it, unable to imagine what kind of candy had grain in it. The crossword was a good distraction from the frightful turbulence the plane was experiencing. It was in the seventies, and I was in my late thirties. Well, actuall...

Karen Pt. 02

by ThickAsThieves on Dec 17, 2018
Romance

I slept around the clock for two days straight. I vaguely remembered getting up and using the bathroom once or twice and then wolfing down a can of raviolis and drinking a soda before falling into bed again. I had worked the long Alaska construction season that summer and I was physically as well as emotionally exhausted from all the work of the season, my d...

Taking Care of Mutual Needs

by doctorwes on Oct 22, 2019
Erotic Couplings

Dave grew up in a small town in western Pennsylvania. Rachel, who he always thought of as his cousin, lived two blocks away but was really his mom's brother's stepdaughter. Being close knit and in a small town environment family members saw one another frequently. Dave and Rachel, also being the same age, were in classes together at school and hung out toget...

Sweet Painted Lady

by laserdick on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I don't know what happened. Maybe I wasn't the lover that she had dreamed of. Maybe I didn't listen carefully enough when she needed to vent. Maybe I hadn't sent enough flowers or call often enough. Maybe, just maybe, she met someone new. Whatever the cause, I was single and as lonely as hell. It was time to get away and go someplace my ex and I had ne...

Donovan's Rewarding Revenge Ch. 04

by ErotikWryter on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

After some thought, Donovan contacted his secretary, Julie. "Julie, this is Donovan." "Yes sir, did you receive the package?" "Yes I did. I need you to do a couple of things for me." "Yes, how may I assist you, sir?" Donovan spoke fast and assertive, "First, I need you to review the dispatches for our drivers, and tell me whether they are booked for the...

J the Sleuth Ch. 02: A Shark

by bohemianyuppie on Aug 21, 2018
Erotic Couplings

Eyes closed, toes digging into the sheets beneath her, J felt her climax building. She relegated the sounds of the man's grunting to the background of her mind, so as not to be distracted from sensations in her own body: her taught stomach and rock-hard nipples; the cool air against her skin, soothing her even as it tantalized her; the grip her pussy had on...

Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars Ch. 01

by Adrian Leverkuhn on Nov 14, 2017
Romance

So, while working on Deep End I started work on a new story, a sailing story, of course. I don't like working on two stories at once - which is why I usually ending up doing just that - but this is a work-in-progress, too, and unfinished (boo-hiss). Still, have fun. I'll finish this before Deep End, I guess. The title? A song, of course. I like Sinatra's ve...

Train Ride to Hope

by bnaylor987 on Jun 26, 2019
First Time

The Rocky Mountains were beautiful, and on this clear, crisp June morning in 1943 Thomas Sullivan thought he might have already died and was in heaven. It was a place he thought a lot about lately and figured he might get to visit real soon. Hopefully. He also feared some of his more recent actions might warrant taking the elevator down. Tom was a 21 year ol...

The Flight of the Old Grouch

by Grey Eagle 286 on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

I was getting tired. The drone of the two Pratt & Whitney Wasp Jr. engines was hypnotically seductive. I was almost to my destination. I directed the air from a vent at my face. It was chilly and helped quite a bit. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and checked the GPS. Almost there. Time to be alert. I reached to the copilot seat and opened the cooler and go...