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Celtic Games

by Marnie Lapierre on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was a terribly hot summer afternoon the day of the Highland Games. 8 yards of wool pleated around 19 year old Renee's lithe frame was becoming most uncomfortable. All that lace and velvet on her jacket was even worse. Renee had just finished the last dance of the day, the Hullachan, and was dying to get to a shady spot, strip to her tank style black body...

Ava's College Wrestler Pt. 01

by HerMatman on Jul 30, 2019
Erotic Couplings

Ava (29 yrs.) is a true blonde (40-24-36) who just got out of the shower. She already wiped down her body with a towel who lays back onto the bed. Her hands open up a lotion bottle of cocoa-butter. She rubs that lotion over her massive tits. Her finger-tips then caress both dollar-size nipples. Ava looks up at the ceiling fan which rotates. She raises one th...

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

by Latina on Sep 15, 2017
Interracial Love

Fourteenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Latina and Frank really had to hurry last night. They had less than 15 minutes, from the time they arrived home from work, to change and wolf down a snack, before tearing out the door again, to take their son Bobby to his practice baseball game, at the local park. They would, of course, both stay...

Crime & Punishment: The Prequel Ch. 02

by RichardGerald on Nov 25, 2017
Novels and Novellas

This is the second part of the crime and punishment saga. I intend to write this story before, after, and through the old story. My friend John did the original edit on this part a while back. It has gone through many revisions and edits since then. I'm sorry to see that some are not reading because they did not like how I resolved the last version. Sorry,...

The Snow Nymph

by IllyHymen on Mar 18, 2020
Fetish

I'm standing in my backyard naked during a prolonged flurry of snow. It is 1:00 AM, and the neighborhood is perfectly silent except for the low din of arctic winds coming in over Lake Erie. My nipples instantly harden, and the cold hurts my exposed skin. I can only tolerate this cold a few more moments, but I feel more alive than I have in years. The only th...

On the Charles

by lovejazz on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

There was no river in her bed. The river had been there while she slept; dark and thick, it stretched out over her sheets and flowed against her legs. She slept these days on her back, her legs slightly apart. It had become habit to hold a part of herself while she slept -- a breast, between her legs, the rounding of her belly -- and on this night the rive...

Emerald's Morning

by IntenseQuiet on Sep 13, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

It was warm in the small office, and Emerald was regretting wearing the black wool instead of the linen jacket she normally wore to job interviews. She felt the first flush of sweat begin on the back of her neck, and as she turned her head to look at the clock on the wall to her right she knew if she was left sitting here much longer her interviewer would fi...

Attainable

by Hairylover64 on Aug 23, 2017
Fetish

From the very first time Sandra walked through the front door at the firm, everyone took notice. She was tall, with long, lustrous, auburn hair. She had the face of a Persian princess and a long, slender body to match. She strode in the door wearing a navy blue pinstriped suit, a high starched collar on her dress shirt and wing-tipped, stiletto heels that we...

Silver City VIPs

by AuntClimax on Mar 26, 2019
BDSM

Maestro and I went to the movies to celebrate my first paycheque. Maestro, in style as always, was dressed in a look only he could pull off. He wore a black designer wool coat, sparkly green sequined St. Patrick's Day hat, custom-designed punk rocker shoes, and topped off with a fuschia scarf and matching a true iconoclast, Maestro makes my pussy dripping we...

The Cubicle Ch. 03

by Scootertales on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Tuesday morning, my alarm jolted me awake at 6 o'clock sharp, as usual for a Tuesday. Normally a quick riser, it took me a moment or two to orient myself. Scenes flashed through my mind in random order as I tried to determine my place is the cosmos: a vague recollection of struggling up from the living room floor to my bedroom, setting my alarm clock and c...