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Innings and kissing- Chapter 8

It was a chilly Februrary morning, when Stacey was sitting on her couch, watching the rain fall on the city’s skyline. She was thinking about the last few months, and found herself smiling. She and Brett have spent every possible minute together. Between his practices and her errands, their time is limited, but they always find a way to make it work. He leaves her notes and roses on her...Read On

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Justin and Twila: Testing New Lube

Twila and Justin test out a new lubricant in the shower.

Justin awoke to the smell of a warm breakfast in his bedroom. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and hot coffee. He sat up, and looked towards the area of the bedroom where the coffee table and chairs were. There he saw Twila casually eating her breakfast and drinking her coffee, completely naked. He looked to the side of the bed where Twila slept. Her nightgown was in a wad on the bed. ...Read On

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He Belongs to Me Now

Our love speaks without words, he belongs to me now.

When I dream, I go places and do things, without all the humbug of daily life and without my physical limitations. The setting can be anything from a hot-tub, an igloo in Alaska, or a bungalow in Tahiti. I can have with me as many people as I want; however, it is usually me, a boyfriend, plus another person, man or woman. What I like best about it is the fact it offers me the kind of privacy...Read On

8

The Summer Boy, Part 5

It's Lynn's turn to show off her skills to Adam

Lynn took her time watering all of her plants. She paused before a particularly vibrant potted ivy and took up a length of vine in her palm as if to shake the hand of another person. “Can you believe what just happened?” she asked the plant. She smirked to herself. She knew talking to them was healthy for the plants. Maybe they weren't so interested in her sex life, though. “He made me come...Read On

3

The Touch of a Musician

  I've always loved the Vitamin String Quartet's cover of "Sober" by the band Tool, and this story is based around it.  Yet, it has nothing to do with the beautiful(There's a stronger word, yet I feel nothing will truly describe it) lyrics that my idol, Maynard James Keenan(singer of Tool and starter of Puscifer), has come up with, the instrumentals have inspired me and made my heart soar. ...Read On

1

Rainy Night - Part 2

“I’m your hot little slut now” she whispered back at.

Lori met me as I got out of my car and took my hand with a naughty smirk. We walked towards the hotel and I opened the door letting Lori go through first. Not because it was the gentlemanly thing to do but because I wanted to see that luscious ass. There is something about a sundress like that. The way it moves over the curves when women are walking that just drives me crazy. I think she knew...Read On

14

Sonho Dourado

(A Narrative Reflection)

Sonho Dourado  (A Narrative Reflection) I’m tired and thirsty and I am recalling when I saw her looking timeless in her finery from across the room under those Venetian chandeliers that were burning brightly overhead, and seeing her as if I am seeing her through either a snow dream across a star stream. While the winds of passion blew in from all frontiers and recalling seeing her...Read On

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The best of the worst

I grew up in a small town north of the river, completely surrounded by cropland as far as you could see. Life was boring as hell, with nothing to do except drink at the local taverns if you were old enough. I loved it there none the less. The peacefulness and serenity that one was garnished with made one feel welcomed and alive; nothing like in the big city. Regardless of what the city life...Read On

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Innings and Kissing- Chapter 4

Stacey felt cold November air run up her bare legs. She was wearing a navy blue bandage dress and her nude colored pumps. She smiled. They were Brett’s favorite shoes on her. “Ah, the shoe with the bleeding soles,” he said once,”Those are my favorite.” The clicks of her heels echoed through her mind as she pondered the events of earlier that day. “Stacey, I love you, but you’re young...Read On

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Choices: Part 1

Dan tries to confess his deep love, and gets beaten to it.

My brother Zan always got what he wanted in life. Most outgoing people do. He’s the lead singer in our successful university band, cracks funny jokes, has a positive outlook on everything. Not to mention his style; vintage shirts, multiple wrist bands on each wrist (gifts from adoring fans), tattered jeans. I’m not particularly jealous of him, because where he lacks, I definitely pick up...Read On

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Just Say I Love You

Years ago I had been a member of a motorcycle club called The Rebels.   I still had my vest and every few years I would shake off the dust and wear it to a club reunion.   This year as I pulled up at the Sweet Water Creek Bar and Grill on my Harley I had Heather behind me.   I noticed a number of other bikes out front but I didn’t recognize any of them.   That was not unusual as this was...Read On

7

Cornish Cliffs

A romantic story about a conflicted young british girl in a love triangle

They left his car and hiked up a steep, five kilometer trail to a vista overlooking the Celtic Sea. She struggled to keep up with him, as he took long easy strides. She stumbled, and he turned around. “You okay? Do we need to slow down?” “Why don’t you ever sweat, Alan Trywick?” she asked. “I’m sweating like a pig, and you’re carrying on like it’s a stroll in the park.” She wiped her brow...Read On

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Charlene Ryan - A love renewed

A few years ago, they had been lovers, when they had met on one of Ryan’s leaves. Ryan had been in the Armed Forces for 15 years and had just come back to town for a longer than usual leave.  He had been overseas and had earned some extra leave. He was a tall guy, 35 years old about 6’ 2”, with a short black military hair cut and deep brown eyes, which had shots of gold through...Read On

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The meeting

How I met my favourite camwhore

I was in London. And I had a headache. British beer doesn't agree with me. Never did, never would. Not in the quantities I require of the stuff to get drunk. And boy was I drunk last night. The glaring sun made it all worse. Insult upon injury. Three hundred and sixty-four days of overcast in London, and I happen to have a hangover on that one goddamned sunny day. Typical; there is a God,...Read On

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MBF 23 - A Surprise Gift Pt. 1

Jeanette has a surprise for her friends..

Author’s Notes: Last time we saw Jay he was having sex with Amanda and Jeanette in a room full of people seeing who had the best equipment and who could use their equipment the best. Some time has passed since that night. Things has changed between Jay and Amanda because of that night. The only question has it been a good change or a bad change. The only way to find out is read and find out...Read On