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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...

La detective:

by halnovemila1 on Mar 10, 2017
Group Sex

"Signor Giuli mi dispiace ma questi sono i fatti" - ero nel mio studio e stavo mettendo al corrente un mio cliente degli ultimi aggiornamenti sul suo caso: tre mesi fa la figlia era stata rapita durante una crociera nel mediterraneo la polizia non ha mai trovato niente, allora si era rivolto alla mia agenzia, mio marito aveva lavorato diverse volte...

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Our Old Friend: Our?

by zampa on Sep 15, 2017
Loving Wives

Marie met me at the door when I arrived home from work, brimming with enthusiasm. Don, she said, "our old friend Jim Brewster is coming to town on business, and we will get to visit with him and catch up on old times!" I did a double take at being greeted at the door with this unwelcome and irritating news. "Our old friend?" I thought to myself. We did not...

Dancing, Which I Don't

by zampa on Apr 3, 2019
Loving Wives

It was Friday evening, the end of a moderately demanding week at work, and I was looking forward to going out to dinner with my sweet, lovely wife. We had not done this for some time, so I had invited my wife to go out for dinner and have an evening together away from our home, without chores and tasks surrounding us and demanding to be done. Our lives were...

Three-Day Weekend: I Hire a P.I.

by zampa on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

I surprised myself by waking up at 6 AM on the first day of a three-day weekend. I am definitely not a get-up-early-and-get-cracking type of person. The possibilities for the weekend seemed endless: sex, a leisurely reading of the morning paper, sex, going out to coffee or lunch, sex, puttering around in my shop, sex, and so on. Well, perhaps not so much s...

An Absence

by zampa on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

"An absence." I almost wrote "the absence", then realized how pretentious that would sound. This is not about Napoleon and Josephine, or FDR and Eleanor, or JFK and his two hundred and some odd true loves, it is about two ordinary people living ordinary lives and about the end their marriage and lives together. We had been married a little over ten years an...

And Then, A Few Years Later

by zampa on Sep 16, 2017
Anal

It had been a few years since I had seen her, when I saw her upon entering a local coffee shop. We had been lovers years ago, not too serious or involved but enjoying each other, and then had drifted apart. Seeing her now made me feel great pleasure. She had had a small business in a local seashore town, and had had to close it down due to the recession. Sh...

Le Belle Donne Ch. 01

by eeric on Mar 12, 2019
Interracial Love

(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.) Chapter 1 Just outside San Casciano dei Bagni, on a picturesque vineyard, a beautiful Italian woman in her early forties picked another drove of grapes from one of the many bushes and put it down in her basket. Grazie Dio... Corrina Martaci exhaled lightly as she...

Nicoletta

by jesstoyou on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Horror

I heard a crescendo of waves pound the shoreline. It was an opus I had not heard in years. The delicious taste of briny sea breeze floating over my parted lips beckoned me to open my eyes to the day. But I refused to end such a peaceful dream only to return to my hustle and bustle life in the stifling sour air of Down Town Dallas. Besides, if I woke, all I h...

That Trip to Topchanchi Ch. 03

by kaypee on Oct 30, 2018
Erotic Couplings

The Thakur was sitting, stark naked, on the bed with his back on the headrest. On his lap, or between his legs, was his mother, Ritu also without a stitch of clothing on her. The Thakur's hands were on Riturani's breasts and his fingers were playing with her nipples as both of them stared at the golden hues of the sun setting behind the Parasnath Hills. "I...