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Unreachable

Make of it what you will.

There’s a level that exists few people can reach it. To most it is unreachable as unreachable as you are to me. I slap you hard across the face, the slap born from frustration and anger at my own foolishness. Instantly I want to cry with the relief. Your eyes are no longer kind and though it’s not an immediate reflex you react consciously by slapping me back harder and meaner than I...Read On

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Love Comes to the Professor

Sweet story of love and desire

She sat there, in the very front row, to my immediate left. When I walked into the classroom at the outset of the spring semester, and set my materials down, and met her glance, I knew that I was in big, big trouble. She was a recent transfer student to the Midwestern private college at which I was an adjunct professor. I had noticed her in the hallways in the building in which I taught,...Read On

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Lost Love? Part 2.

Molly meets Bradyn again.

 I looked into those beautiful blue eyes that made my stomach flutter when I was a young sixteen year old. All the memories of Bradyn flushed through my head. I stood up straight, as well as Bradyn. He tried to smile, but I could tell it was hard for him. I tried too and it hurt. "How're you, Molly?" He asked looking me over, trying to see something different about me. There was a lot...Read On

2

Your Sexy Body

The Memories Live On

To that special someone, with my endless gratitude. ( You know who you are ) Yes, I'm indeed grateful to you. Grateful because you showed me, or should I say reminded me, of the abundant pleasures and delights that the body of a sexy lady offers to the attentive man. Let's start with your hair. Memories of being treated to the tantalizing way your hair so lightly brushed over my skin...Read On

6

My Scottish Love...

When I 1st spoke to him it was over the phone, for nearly 3 hours his broad Scottish accent made me go weak at the knees, I couldn’t wait to meet him. The reason we were engaged in such a long conversation is because Id found out a couple of hours earlier that my boyfriend had slept with my 'best friend' the day before, also happened to be the 1st time he told me he loved me, the lying scum....Read On

6

Sweet Sunsets Chapter II

Rain pelted the roof of the barn with vengeance. Somewhere out there, the moon was high in the sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance as lightening threatened the tall trees. The wind whistled and howled violently against the walls. This has been one of the worst storms I can remember. I remember well because that was the night I became a father. My wife, Vesi, had been going through...Read On

6

The Picnic

The Picnic a story by LePhantom The bright red Sebring convertible rolled down from the ferry onto the dock. The disappearing fog muffled the sounds as it rolled through the gravel parking lot. She sat softly in the right seat, with her sandal'd feet curled under her allowing the sun to gently warm her exposed thighs. Her sparkling blue eyes, flashed with laughter as the breeze...Read On

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Sweet Sunsets

The sun was beginning to set on a Thursday behind a sky full of bright pink and orange clouds. The tree line began to hide the direct rays. The tall and thick trees were like a forest, dark and forbidding. In this part of Australia, everything has a mystery to it… *** My name is Vesi Jhori Shaeria. I know it’s not a name you often find. It is Elvin for Pure Life Warriors. I guess my...Read On

5

Thunder Refuge

The leaves crunched under the hooves of my horse as we trudged through the dark spruces. My shotgun in one hand and the reins in the other, I watched all around me for signs of life. The branches still hung low from the past weight of the snow as if they were bowing to the cloud covered sun. It was about sunset, but the whole sky was a murky shade of grays and blacks. The wind was picking up...Read On

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His Mistress of the Night

He was unlocking the door to his apartment when he saw her, the drop dead beauty from 3b...

He was unlocking the door to his apartment when he saw her, the drop dead beauty from 3b. She was just on her way out. Always leaving in the middle of the night, he thought to himself, must be nice to be so young. She was a stunning beauty, must have been in her 20s, with nice 34D breasts and a gorgeous ass. Just looking at her made his cock remember he hadn't had sex in over a month. ...Read On

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Tantric Books

Girl in charge, guy happier than most!

It was going on 2am and Greg Richards had not yet fallen asleep. It might have been due to the heat, it was the warmest day of the year and that carried over into the night. And it was dark…almost no light at all, just that sense of edges and walls. It all lay across Greg with palpable weight as he lay on the bed at a slight angle, covers askew exposing his naked six foot frame to the night....Read On

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Loving Carol, Part III; Peace

The end, and beyond.

Charlie and Carol spoke the next day, as promised; and four more times that week. They were, both of them, so filled with joy and love, so warmed by deep friendship and mutual trust, they could scarcely find the words to speak of them when they talked. But they talked anyway. About nothing; it didn't matter. They were talking to each other, and that did. It was three weeks before they...Read On

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Making our Baby

An homage to mothers everywhere

Making Our Baby There comes a time in a young woman’s life when the love for her man becomes so true she cannot imagine it ever changing. For some, it proves to be an ethereal and elusive moment that is eventually lost in time, never to be rediscovered. For a lucky few, it is what it seems, a harbinger to a lifetime of wedded bliss…  Julie felt the steamy air rise up through the...Read On

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Loving Carol, Part II: The Dark and the Dawn

The love of my life - lost forever, then found again.

Charlie finally transferred to a college far away, as far from Carol and his memories as he could manage. He began again there, trying to find a way to find something to live for without her. He wrote her from time to time. If she answered at all, it was a polite two-line note. A few times he called her, and she spoke to him; with warmth and even a hint of concern, especially if he was...Read On

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Loving Carol, Part I: The Beginning

A true story; in some ways, the only story I really have to tell.

They met in early September, on their first day in college. The year was 1968. Her name was Carol, and his name was Charlie. Charlie had always been shy with girls; he had hardly dated before college. He was still a virgin, though he did know what a girl's breast felt like and how to feel her pussy to give her pleasure and make her come. He even knew that he was very good at that. He...Read On

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Breakfast at McDonald's

Impossible dreams fulfilled.

Paul was sitting in his usual spot at his usual McDonald's, reading the Morning News and eating his usual breakfast - a Sausage McMuffin with Egg, hash browns, two milks, and a large coffee that he would take with him to school. Paul was thirty-nine - still ten years away from middle age, he told himself - and alone. His brief marriage, to a sweet and lovely woman who turned into a...Read On

4

For Rosie; Candles and Oil

A sensuous interlude

Come with me now, sweet Rosie. I have a special space prepared, here in this world we share - here only, in our minds. The light is soft and golden - candlelight. The bed is wide and soft, and laid with silk and fur. Soft music; a sensual Middle Eastern beat, exotic, rhythmic. Oh, look; here is a bottle of scented oil... Lie down. Yes. Nude, barefoot and shaven smooth, all of you bare...Read On

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NICE CAN BE VERY NICE

Jerry seemed to enjoy foreplay, kissing,and touching and nibbling on her everywhere

NICE CAN BE VERY NICE by Rumple Foreskin Velma Meeks sat enthroned at one end of the worn couch in her haphazardly furnished living room. In the far corner, a muted TV flickered alone and unobserved. She lit a fresh cigarette with her old one, made a token attempt at crushing the butt, then left the still smoldering stub in the overflowing ashtray. After a deep drag, she leaned back and...Read On

9

Matrimony

I'm not sure where this one came from.. Clearly I've never been married :)

Matrimony She sleeps, her face a picture painted by the sweet dreams that have her undivided attention. She smiles and he wonders as he watches her, what she might have to smile about, perhaps it is he. He strokes her soft cheek as he rests his chin on the upturned palm of his hand, his elbow taking the weight of his heavy head, and it is heavy too because he’s had a hard day. She had wanted...Read On

6

Fraternization

Female PFC falls for her male Lieutenant in the Post-Vietnam Army

Fraternization by patricia51 Every child always wants to know how his mother and father met. I tell mine, it all started with a flat tire on a jeep. But maybe that is getting a little ahead of my story. My name is Kelly, born Kelly Wooten. I was the younger of two sisters in a small southern coastal town. When I was a senior in high school I managed the astounding feat of getting...Read On

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Feels like a Dream

Love between two people

Feels like a Dream   This has to be a dream I tell myself. I even pinched myself to make sure and no this is for real. I am standing in the bedroom of this dark haired beauty. We exchange tender kisses as we slowly undress one another. We both want each other; but this is more than just lust. It is so much more than just a one night stand. I kiss her and she lovingly kisses me...Read On

4

Swimming for love

Partners starved for each other head to the lake to rekindle their connection

It's not unusual by any means, we're the typical american couple. The stresses of a new baby and work have left us with little time for each other. We welcomed a child into this world, a wonderful Symbol of our love that we couldn't possibly adore anymore. Unfortunately, new babies require a lot of time and energy, leaving parents exhausted. This had happened to us. We had gone from fucking...Read On

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His Angel Eyes Part 3

Wayne and Christa become even closer to each other...

Special thanks to Stuart for helping me come with the idea of His Angel Eyes and for letting me bounce ideas off of him. Love ya Babe! Wayne and Christa had become inseparable over the past few months. Even when they had to be apart for a few hours Wayne would try to get his work done as fast as he could so that he could spend more time with his angel eyes. He knew that she was the one he...Read On

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(Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 5

Diary of a dark haired beauty as she roams across the ocean to the New World.

(Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 5 The next day came, and I washed in a fresh basin of water and readied myself for another day onboard the ship. I was summoned to Lunch with the officers and captain and then was seen to my room. I sat idle in my room staring out the portside from my lonely window looking at the endless waves. Evening came and Dinner was the same, then once...Read On

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Dinner At Midnight?

Adaptability Has It's Benefits

Having a job that frequently requires me to work until around eleven or later due to my company having a large client base overseas, I'm lucky to have a lady that is very understanding about it all. She knows that when I take my turn working a month of late shifts that I adjust my entire day so I can stay in the routine of getting up and going to work, then having the evening; even if the...Read On

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(Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 4

Diary of a dark haired beauty as she roams across the ocean to the New World.

Captain Anthrop had me taken to a small cabin which was, compared to my living conditions upon the Alexandria , a very welcome change. A soft, but modest bed with a fine down pillow and a window at the port side of the ship. After a few moments of examining my quarters there came a knock on the door; I answered and two men carried a large wooden trunk, they set it down and after giving me a...Read On

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(Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 3

Diary of a dark haired beauty as she roams across the ocean to the New World.

Diary of a dark haired beauty as she roams across the ocean to the New World. (Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 3 Part III The days passed slowly and one day like the others William visited me bearing the same old bread and water, along with his lustful needs. I did as before and pleased him with my mouth, as was his favorite taste of fornication. I was moving my lips...Read On

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The Painted Lover

Another soft one.. from my dreams

If you could paint yourself a lover, what quirks would you give them? You wouldn’t paint them perfect or would you? Did you ever dream about your soul mate and did you make a mental note of what it was that you loved about them in the depths of your dream? Did you capture the image of their face in your minds eye so that you might recognise them across a crowded street. Your eyes are dark...Read On

The Best Sunset Ever

It had been three months, and I was still pining for my ex-boyfriend. I am not even sure what I missed. Was it the fumbling attempts at conscious communication, which still somehow seemed to miss the point? Or the disappointing sexual experiences, in which I wasn't even brave enough to communicate my true desires? Regardless, I was filled with a sense of loss (paradoxically). I turned to one...Read On

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Redemption

Doug finds love after six years of personal hell.

It was 7:30 on a Monday evening in May. I had just finished my last class of the semester at the community college. At 42, I was going back to school to learn a new career being unemployed during this economic downturn. I had to stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of things for my supper that evening. I don’t know why I decided to stop at this particular...Read On