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Myrna

by GaryAlanByron on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Myrna likes to bang dead guys. I'd learned to live with that. So, my now ex-girlfriend who lives over a funeral home prefers the rigid dicks of guys who benefit from rigor mortis. I once was man enough to admit when I was beat. I mean, how could any living, breathing guy possibly compete with a fellow with an eternal hard-on? Hell, I used to get flaccid just...

Frozen Emotions Ch. 01

by steamoil on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

The fresh sea air and isolation of their holiday place, a converted farm barn, was balm to their souls. It was ideal relaxation in their busy lives. They got up late, he making tea for them to have in bed. After a lazy breakfast, he would drive to fetch the paper for her from the local town. They then sat outside in the glorious summer weather enjoying the...

Hers Ch. 01

by Scorpionic on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

He waited nervously, wondering; in the cool crisp air, sat on the park bench clutching a bag which contained the items she had instructed him to bring. A deep sense of anticipation, intrigue, puzzlement and fascination welled in him as he waited for her. Three days had passed and he had followed each of her instructions, precisely. Now he ached to see her; b...

Late-Night Cravings

by ShannonNiggins on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Mindy glanced at the clock and licked her lips. It was two-thirty on a Tuesday night, and boy, was she ever hungry. For sex. Who could she possibly call at this hour for some lovin'? Tito the delivery boy only delivers until ten. Plus, she wasn't in the mood for Mexican AT ALL. Not that there's anything wrong with Mexicans. She moseyed over to her kitchen an...

Whilst The Cat's Away

by Adrian69702006 on Aug 30, 2017
Fetish

Outside it was raining hard and the leaden skies looked forbidding through the gap in the lace curtains. It had been forecast to be cold, wet day and in some places snow was expected. Anne stretched and gave a yawn as she awoke. Glad of the warmth of her bed -- and of a centrally heated house -- she decided that today would not be a day for going far if at a...

Daddy Issues

by SilverMuse on Apr 14, 2020
BDSM

Author's Note: This story contains daddy kink and light BDSM (domination, spanking, bondage, toys). Enjoy. _______ Daddy! Oh God, fuck me, Daddy! I yank my pillow over my head, but it does nothing to hide the noises from next door. The walls are thin in this building. It's after midnight, and an unprecedented series of moans and groans have been spillin...

Don't Mess with Chyna

by justincbenedict on May 23, 2018
BDSM

Humphrey looked at Chyna dispiritedly. They had so little in common, sitting here in the diner. Humphrey was an intellectual who took joy in doing the "Times" Sunday Crossword in pen, and in being president of the Buttermilk Falls Chess Club. Chyna reveled in having her hair done, and popping gum in the left side of her adorable cheek. Sexy, yes, but also...

More Than Just A Dream Pt. 01

by NotReallySoInnocent on Oct 6, 2020
Romance

It started out as just a dream, a dream that I was spooning with the sexiest guy I'd ever met. It was so realistic, I could actually feel his hardness pressing against my ass and my pussy. And I could feel my heart racing from nervousness and excitement. Of course, there was no one there when I woke up. I'd gone to sleep alone, like I'd done for the past ye...

Not So Trivial Pursuit

by virtualatheist on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

Cheryl sat back in her chair, brushed an errant strand of jet-black hair from her eyes and blew out heavily. She was musing to herself, "Bam! Thud! Spattered in runny clay." She twizzled her gold pen between forefinger and thumb whilst her other hand toyed with her French plaited hair and murmured once more, "Bam! Thud! Spattered in runny clay, 3, 4." In...

Holiday Neighbours

by Whisky7up on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

What is it with this fellow upstairs? Five evenings now I have been sitting here, outside my holiday apartment sipping...no...guzzling my Sangria and savouring my Olives, head buried in a novel. Somewhere above (it's difficult to tell exactly where, the way the sound bounces off the walls) there seems to be a man holding conversations with himself. At least...