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Liz

Baby Oil Bad Boy

Sarah's Saturday morning with her hunky housemate and a bottle of baby oil

Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket on an icy cold winter’s night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her ‘slumber of the dead’ a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired, weary limbs under the big soft...Read On

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Milik_the_Red

My Last Morning With Melissa

Something long, hot and dirty

Ah, Melissa. That’s a name that brings back fond memories of a time of passion and illicit romance. Even now, I can taste the hint of cinnamon on her lips and sense the subtle fragrance of an obscure flower that was the essence of the perfume she wore. Melissa and her husband, a stoic and foolish man whose unpronounceable name I have chosen to forget, lived in the same apartment complex as...Read On

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Coco

All Of Me

A woman's emotional road to love and happiness...

Raindrops spattered the windows of Tracey's twenty-fifth floor office. The grey gloominess of the seemingly never-ending day matched her mood. Tracey was in a funk, and she had been for some time. Her thoughts drifted as she pecked aimlessly at her keyboard. “I need a break because this shit ain't working.” She glanced at her closed door, “Fuck, why does my life have to be such shit?” ...Read On

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Saga

Coffee and Cream

She leaned against the door frame, sipping her morning coffee as she watched him sleep. He was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, with one arm tucked under the pillow and the other resting low on his stomach under the thin white sheet. A slow smile played on her lips, and she felt her body react to the man in her bed. Images of last night flashed through her mind, her body still...Read On

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Milik_the_Red

My Father's Day Gift

Men are simple creatures and one gift is always sure to please

It must have been the sound that woke me. A light metallic clatter of silverware jostling. Then my weary eyes opened to the pleasant glare of sunlight filtering in through our bedroom drapes. It was as refreshing a sight as it was unusual for me as I'm normally up hours before dawn. Not having really registered the aforementioned sound of flatware, I gazed in mild disappointment at the...Read On

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AltaBrwnSgr

Brown

I squatted down to tongue and taste her freshly waxed vulva.

We walked over the pile of Brown’s clothes into the jet-black darkness of the windowless bathroom just outside of her office. We shut out the light and the sound of the driving beats behind us. Brown’s birthday soiree would have to go on without Brown. Naked cocoa Brown had the supple soft skin of a lamb and the scent of a goddess. She wore a floral fragrance with just a hint of...Read On

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principessa

Stacey's Choice

A walk leads to the unexpected

It was one of those perfect June days that we wait for all winter. The sun was warm, the sky a clear and intense blue without a cloud in sight. It felt like slipping into a warm bath rather than the sauna that the heat and humidity of August would bring. There were even people out sailing at midday this Friday as Stacey gazed out of her office window toward Lake Ontario. They were starting...Read On

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sprite

Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 6a

Sometimes we do things in the heat of the moment that we regret for the rest of our lives. Recently I’d let myself be filmed, naked and masturbating, admitting on camera that I was Abby’s slutty little plaything. Funny thing is, even now, six days later, I had no regrets. If anything, I was rather proud of myself. It had taken a lot of courage to do what I’d done. I felt like I’d somehow taken...Read On

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sprite

Quartet

a seduction of a different kind.

Seattle, Winter ‘07 Her name was Lucy, or at least that’s the name she used, and she was a junkie. I didn’t need to see the track marks to know. In my line of work, I’d seen enough addicts to ID them quickly. She said she was 25, another lie. Closer to 20 would be my guess. That’s the thing about junkies. Lying comes naturally. It’s second nature. “I want to get clean.” See?...Read On

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Liz

Parisian Nights

La grande seduction in la Ville-Lumière

The echo of designer heels clicking across polished granite tiles pierced the silence of the building lobby. It was the confident stride of a young woman who to look at her, exuded contemporary class and an urban sophistication. She stepped into the elevator as the doors slid open and with a perfectly manicured finger, pushed the button for the twenty-fourth floor. Everyone in the open...Read On

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Liz

Genesis

Love’s moment of creation

Plucked from her branch, perfect apple sweet, In the heart of his own paradise. Her centre a havoc of lustful heat. His voice a litany of vice. The act forbidden, her body unsung, As his teeth broke her porcelain skin. The flavour of her lingered upon his tongue. Ravaged innocence their cardinal sin. Dazed euphoria caused her mind to spin, Revelled he in the joys of curious woman....Read On

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Jaymal

Fifteen Minutes With Jared

A college bar-girl has her spirits lifted by a bad-boy rocker.

There was no hint at the start of Abbey’s evening that before her shift had ended she’d experience the fuck of her young life. Dennehy’s bar was its usual dingy self. Clientele the same rowdy bunch of jocks. Atmosphere noisy and on course for drunken mayhem by closing time. The music, however, was a cut above normal. “Who are these guys?” she asked Angelo, that evening’s head-barman. ...Read On

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Dancing_Doll

Girls Like That

Certain girls are irresistible...

She was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favorite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the...Read On

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Liz

Bad Girl

Her t-shirt said 'Bad Girl' and her eyes said ‘read the t-shirt’.

James had been propping up the bar all night, somewhat despondent at his lack of luck with the ladies. It wasn’t that he was unattractive, but he began to think that the desperation was evident on his face. “Can girls even see that?” he asked drunkenly with a sweep of his hand. The barman wasn’t listening, not that he could hear James over the loud, booming bass of the club music anyway....Read On

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Buz

Miss American Pornstar

The ratings for America’s newest cable TV show are rising like a raging erection.

Ida Hoe was waiting nervously back stage as her arch rival, Holly Keyhole, performed on stage riding Hoss Bigg cowgirl style on a trampoline. She could hear the audience shouting in delight. The raucous cheers were almost deafening. Ida was horrified that Holly might give an unsurmountable performance. Ida barely trailed her for first place in this grand finale episode of Miss...Read On

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Saga

Empty

Her hands gripped the soft, white cotton sheet as her husband kept thrusting into her. Lina closed her eyes and wished he would hurry up and finish. She had to remind herself to moan every once in a while, although she doubted he would even notice. His movements were getting more urgent, and she could feel his sweat dripping down her lower back every time his body connected with hers. Lina...Read On

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Tashtego

Ferris Wheel

One night at your favorite motel.

Residing between an abandoned amusement park and a seedy strip club, the Parkside Motor Lodge and Cocktail Lounge did its best to distance itself socially from its neighbors. Turquoise script displayed its name in flickering neon while letters that glowed in icy blue and blushing pink promised that every guest would enjoy refrigerated air and the convenience of in-room adult movies. Time...Read On

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Naughtygrl73

Midnight Dreams And Filthy Little Secrets

Midnight dreams are often the filthiest.

I lay in my marriage bed last night. My beloved breathing deeply beside me; his slow, even breaths a constant reminder of his trust, and I dreamt of you. Dreamt of your fingertips owning my soul. Dreamt of your hands; hard and rough, digging into the softness of my flesh. Controlling, demanding... My body aches, and my small breasts heave; the tips swollen and hard, desperately...Read On

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naughtyannie

Putting a Spin On It

A politician finds an unusual way to fight back when a sex tape is released by her vengeful ex

It was getting late, and Penny was looking forward to opening the bottle of white wine that had been chilling in her fridge for the last couple of hours. She had just finished signing off the last paper in her Ministerial red box, when to her annoyance her laptop inbox ‘pinged’ at her. She was even more annoyed when she saw that the message was from her soon-to-be-ex-husband. The...Read On

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sprite

Blondie's Christmas Tale

The lullaby of 24th street haunted my steps. A far off siren heralding yet another robbery gone bad. Laughter fueled by too much liquor and swearing fed by frustration. Voices raised in anger, seething with barely contained violence. The sound of a bottle shattering into a billion pieces on the side walk across the street. Hip hop or RnB exploding from a bar every time the door opened....Read On

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Lisa

Breathless

Jess makes the most of her birthday by taking up an offer too good to refuse.

“I hate to say it but I think I’m done for the night.” I sat back against the leather seat in the booth we were occupying and gazed out at the crowd packed into the club. Shouts and laughter competed with the bass pumping from the speakers, and people were downing shots at the bar. We’d been amongst the chaos on the dance floor earlier, but the heat and crush of bodies had become too much so...Read On

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Liz

Tempest

Upon the midnight, perilous ocean-deep, pour forth and set the world ablaze

A petal falls and comes to float Upon a lake of placid still. Like gentle sway of empty boat, Oblivious to early morning chill. Upon the surface it skims along, Mirrored reflection in tranquil glass. Deaf to melodious dawn chorus-song, A fleeting moment, come to pass. The wisps of cloud that streak the sky, A temperate blessing of heaven's grace. Glowing glorious, canvas upon high....Read On

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Tashtego

Orange Moon

Two married couples become very close friends.

A mottled carpet of leaves flew off the blacktop in the rear view mirror and then fluttered back to earth like butterflies descending on a field of sage. Just another hour, he thought. Brady turned his baseball cap around and depressed his right foot, the force of acceleration driving him deeper into his seat. With a push of a button, fresh air rushed into the cabin to the hum of a sliding...Read On

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naughtyannie

The Offering

Somewhere in England, a special Harvest ritual is enacted

A gentle mist lay in the valley as the sun rose between the hills that looked down over the village. As it crept steadily higher on that September morning, its rays struck the Big Stone that stood upright at the woodland edge of the Top Field, making it seem to glow as it absorbed the new day’s light. Down in the village, the same first light awakened Alice as she lay dreaming. Usually,...Read On

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Lisa

Playing to Win

Lauren discovers a game that's guaranteed to break Josh's winning streak.

“What the hell? You’ve humiliated me again!” Lauren shoved her auburn hair over her shoulder and threw a glance at the Scrabble board, shaking her head in confusion at the trouncing she’d just received. She turned her attention back to Josh who sat across from her at the dining table lounging in his chair. He gave her a smug look that should have annoyed her but all it did was encourage...Read On

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Kim

The Great Rite

The autumn equinox, also known as Mabon, is the second of the three harvest festivals celebrated by Wiccans. Famous for being a festival of excess, the celebrations are hedonistic in nature. As the days grow shorter, darkness grows in power, until it is equal with light. Balance is, once again, in harmony. Wicca, a fertility religion, requires intense study, and I had studied diligently...Read On

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Coco

Hers To Punish

Lauren challenges and teases her mistress, but at what cost?

Lauren woke to a gentle breeze that flowed into the bedroom where the aftermath of marathon sex filled the air. It didn't matter that she was thoroughly satisfied, after hours of sleep her body still showed signs of desire. The essence of her mistress, the one she called Domina, made her body ache and burn with smoldering heat. Her torso grew red, and while she blushed she realized that...Read On

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Dirty_D

Dinner Date

A little extra spice with dinner.

A bowl sits on my counter, tomatoes bright against the chopped greens through the clear glass. A pair of ruby red and white steaks lay on the sideboard, black and white speckles of salt and pepper dotting their surface, the beads of moisture on top revealing just how long they have waited. Staring at the clock, I blink back the dew that builds and threatens to spill over. “He’s always a...Read On

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Frank_Lee

Dancing on Grapes

The jet black Z3 was eating up shoreline like a ravenous hawk, but Hayden decided to pull off the highway. Cutting his speed and easing onto one of the winding side roads, he stole another glance at Diva. She had the passenger’s seat reclined half way while she stared at the roadside in silence. She was close enough to reach out and touch, but the rest of her was somewhere far away from there. ...Read On

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CeliaisAliena

Second Act

The senses waken and wait

There’s next to no sense in anything fun: Whims, like winds, startle roofs with their rages. We’ve liquored and loved, before, till the sun Shushed us off to sleep like sober sages. Quiet, this house now keeps saner hours Where wandered wishes’ eyes I kiss tight shut When, wistful, I wonder upon our bower, That bed, where, lonely, I toss in a rut. No fun! But fitful dreams pen hard demands...Read On

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Baby Oil Bad Boy

My Last Morning With Melissa

All Of Me

Coffee and Cream

My Father's Day Gift

Brown

Stacey's Choice

Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 6a

Quartet

Parisian Nights

Genesis

Fifteen Minutes With Jared

Girls Like That

Bad Girl

Miss American Pornstar

Empty

Ferris Wheel

Midnight Dreams And Filthy Little Secrets

Putting a Spin On It

Blondie's Christmas Tale

Breathless

Tempest

Orange Moon

The Offering

Playing to Win

The Great Rite

Hers To Punish

Dinner Date

Dancing on Grapes

Second Act