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Tits!

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

"Tits!" I have always been attracted to breasts, tits, boobs, jugs, hooters, knockers, melons, cantaloupes, coconuts, boulders, puppies, tatas, pair, hands, bosom, yahoos, Dolly Partons, grapefruits, hummers, woofers, tweeters, twins, norks, headlights, fun cushions, love muffins, donuts, chesticles, chest pillows, droppers, chubbies, chi-chi, blouse bunnie...

Do You Wish You Were Rich?

by SusanJillParker on Feb 7, 2018
Reviews & Essays

As if your vote is my applause, please vote. * There's no one here but us. Tell me. Do you wish you were rich? If you're not already rich, do you wonder why you're not rich? Why "them" and not "you"? Listed below are SusanJillParker's miscellaneous ramblings of things that are not right and/or not fair with the biggest issue being money. MONEY. M-O-N-E-Y....

C. O. C., Inc. Ch. 02

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Sep 15, 2017
Non-Erotic

My idea is simple, cost effective, and it works. My company is called C. O. C. Catchy name isn't it? It stands for Cutout Cops. I make life-sized, cardboard cops that look like the real thing. You see, I use actual police officers as models, pay them a fee to photograph them and to use their image, and reprint their likeness on cardboard. I even make phony...

Angela's Christmas Crackers

by oggbashan on Dec 3, 2019
Fetish

Angela's Christmas Crackers Copyright Oggbashan November 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. "What do you want those for?" I as...

The Particular Nonsense

by HumanEndeavor on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

This is to my friend Mr. Byrd, who just started Farmingdale College for Computer Graphic Arts and who's favorite phrase was "I own." His favorite answer was "How about NO!" The Particular Nonsense Of McDonalds and the Salad of Days gone Bye A thousand years ago the Aqua Teen Hunger Force was told a story about the time the indigenous species regularly use...

Forum Entry

by Phileas123 on May 20, 2019
Fetish

How could I put it? "See, Mrs. Dungham, if you could be so kind to free me of this, I will definitely raise your wage for cleaning the house." Or "Is it possible that this whole thing remain between me and you? And could you please hand me those panties?" Or perhaps "Ok, let's make a deal, close your eyes and make everything I tell you. Just close your...

The Cardboard Guy

by Prizmatic on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Stacy had been working at the shop for three years, but sometimes it seemed she'd always been there. It was career number three, but she liked machining. Even more, she liked being one of the guys. It was the best of therapy to cut up and carry on, call each other every name in the book, and have it all be in good fun. Even so, the moment she left the parki...

Obsession

by The_Foundation on Apr 22, 2025

BANG BANG BANG! I jolted awake to the sound of pounding on my door, and despite my best efforts, rolled right out of bed onto the hard wooden floor. As my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I took in the bare apartment around me. A small studio apartment with a single barstool, a laptop, and a few cardboard boxes were all that remained of my possessions. The...

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Giving in to Temptation Ch. 07

by Storyteller2121 on Jan 30, 2018
Erotic Couplings

SO... I'd hoped for a pleasant-enough atmosphere, a pretty masseuse, maybe a little something extra - the on-line add did seem to hint at such promise - and a decent massage. I got two of the three. And a girlfriend. The spa, unlike so many of those typically advertised, was in fact a spa. It was full of contradictions in both design and intent. For starter...

Class Subject

by MildOgre on Mar 6, 2018
Fetish

"Through this door, Mr. Hardt." Ken pulled his eyes off the swaying sashay of the clinging green skirt to see her guide's gesture towards the open door. "Thank you," he said, and walked into the room. Smaller the classrooms he remembered from high school, the chemistry-type front table was covered with a purple pad. Eight two-person desks were staggered in...