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Love Never Dies - Chapter 4

I could have cried, or at least roared out in pain and anguish. I wanted to beat my chest and bellow to the skies, howling out my frustration. The e-mail from Gaynor stabbed at my heart, sliced me open and exposed me as a conceited, arrogant fool. At least, that’s what I was, way back then.  Long ago, I realised what a huge mistake I’d made by walking away from her. I loved her but, at...Read On

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A Furtive Premise

Erin and Bruce (Langsby) reunite after weeks apart to escape to Mexico together. 21+ characters.

A Furtive Premise by Cheltenham She had dark brown hair which currently sat in a braid that hung parallel to her breasts, down the middle of her back. Erin nervously liked to play with the ends of it. Her freckles were most prominent around her shoulders and an area on her back that I'd seen before. When she spoke, it was in a soothing tone of voice. She'd coddle me occasionally. I...Read On

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A Tale Of Survival: Chapter 4

Jeanie buys a truck

Five a.m., the alarm is blaring, and Jeanie reaches up to shut it off. She raises up on an elbow, studying the face of the sleeping man next to her. She leans down and places a soft kiss on his lips, holding it 'til his eyes open and he slips his arm under her and pulls her on top of him. She kisses him again and reaches down to push his hard cock between her thighs. "No time for that...Read On

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The Storyteller of Brompton House - part two

Cat meets the girls who witness an epic climax

Carrie slept as she couldn’t remember sleeping before – an exhausted contented sleep. At around 7.00am she began to become conscious and glorious happy memories flooded back and she moaned as she stretched and moved her body. She reached out and panicked – the bed was empty. “It can’t have all been a dream!” her mind screamed as it commanded her eyes to begin opening. Sounds called for...Read On

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Perchance To Dream Pt. 2

Caught Up In A Dream

Melanie found some of my daughter Alice’s looser fitting clothes and struggled into them. The Uber driver was two minutes away. Maybe, I thought. Just maybe, we can get Melanie out of here without a major scene with my hungover wife. Dressed in my skivvies, I creaked open Alice’s door and peered out into the hall. My bedroom door was shut, where my wife was still, hopefully, sleeping. I...Read On

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The Watercolor: Chapter Two

delightful memories of an old woman...

Morgan awoke to a cold bed and fear in her heart. Having opened her eyes, she jolted upright and looked around the room. Christian was nowhere to be seen.  He’d left.  He had fucked her and he’d left her. Excruciating pain welled up inside her chest and tears filled her eyes. She pulled up the blanket to cover her naked body, feeling ashamed, stupid, and dirty, despite having...Read On

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The Scars We Wear

“Yes, you can call my cell, Angel,” Dyanne instructed her assistant over the phone as she headed out of the city. “But, only if it’s important. I’m only going to be away for the week, five days, then I’ll be back in the office on Wednesday,” she paused for a moment to shift her attention on the traffic merging onto the highway, then continued. “I need you to follow up on the TopShop...Read On

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Breaks of the Game - Ch 5

Nikkie makes her point.

Spade quickly gets dressed as Nikkie grabs her phone and enters Pard's number. The phone rings three times and Nikkie snarls into the answering machine. "Pard this is Nikkie, my man tells me that you were here and said we need to talk. We will be waiting on the front porch and when you get here we can talk. But you are going to be doing a lot of listening. Get your ass over here. Don't make...Read On

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THD: Melinda Chevalier- Entry Three

Another diary entry from Melinda Chevalier....

Dear Diary, I had a dream about him. A most shocking and painful dream. In it, we were so close to one another. I was coming to visit him, to see him and the excitement I had felt in this dream matched the excitement I once felt before. The love, the laughter and all the happiness and hope he brought me all tangled into one blissful feeling as I dreamt of riding in a cab to reach him....Read On

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Love and lies at the end of the world

Mother Earth is fucked and is not particularly enjoying it

Love, at the atomic level, is an electron. Whether an electron shared, given, or stolen, is not an issue, for these are human descriptors and electrons are not human. The chemical reactions that magically create the illusion of love within the human brain require the mass transfer of these virtually massless particles. Similarly, one may state that at a quantum level, love can...Read On

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On My Way

Love knows nothing of time nor space.

Dear Derek, I have not stopped thinking about you since you left—I hate to be apart from you. The time we spent together was euphoric and being without you now seems positively ordinary. You are the kindest, most generous, most wonderful person I have met in all my life and, while it pained me to watch you go, I am grateful every day that you came into my life. I’ve never been a believer...Read On

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Meeting My Penguin

First time meeting my love

I see you first as I step off the escalator. Standing there holding a pink balloon like we talked about. I smile as I watch you look around nervously.  Slowly I walk towards you like magnets; you must sense me because you turn and our eyes lock. The ground falls away, and everything goes in slow motion. Your face splits into a big grin, you let go of that ballon and our arms find each...Read On

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A different kind of love

A different kind of love found in the wild

“Are you ready?” Brad asked Julie as she greeted him at the door. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,“ Julie giggled back at Brad, sticking out her foot showing off her newly purchased hiking boots she bought for their hike. “Very nice.” Brad smiled, loving her enthusiasm for the hike he had planned for them today.   Julie had never been hiking deep in the mountains and was a bit hesitant at...Read On

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The Heartbreak Diaries: Melinda Chevalier

A passage from the diary of Melinda Chevalier...

January 10th   Dear Diary,  I am missing him. Again. It has been a few weeks since I last heard his voice and my heart aches to hear it again right now. I feel a deep sadness and it has fully taken hold of me today. I feel almost desperate to hear his laughter and be the one to bring him joy. I want to hear all about his day and have long conversations on subjects we have discussed...Read On

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Welcome Home

It was a cool, overcast evening. I cracked the window to let the crisp air blow in over my face. It gave my arms a chill but felt good blowing across my wet, silky skin. I’d just stepped out of a hot shower, the water from my hair dripping down my back and my breasts. I walked over to the bed that sat against the large brick wall. I grasped a bottle of vanilla scented lotion and sat on the...Read On

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The Lounge Singer

I enjoyed your set

You caught my eye while you were onstage singing. A couple songs into the set, I was fairly certain you winked. I wasn't sure if you were looking at me or not, but it sure felt like it. Just the thought that the wink was for me made me feel flushed all over, and even in a short black cocktail dress, I felt overdressed for the temperature of the room. As your set wound down and you crooned...Read On

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Ghost Town

How can a place hold so many memories for two people who never met?

I walked through a ghost town today. It took me a while to get there. Three trains in fact. I didn’t tell her. It is a place that I frequented in a different season when you and I were in each other’s pockets. She didn’t know then either. The sky was bluer today than most of those times, oddly, but the wind colder. People bustled along the street going about their business as if it were...Read On

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Mortimer and Myrtle: A Love Story

A one act play about the distance between husband and wife.

Note: This is not your usual Lush story. It is an experimental play in a theater of the absurd style. There is no sex but it is an entertaining comment on marriage. I encourage you to indulge in something different. I think it will make you laugh and maybe cry. Scene: A formal living room. Mortimer is seated on a sofa in the center of the room when Myrtle enters and sits on the sofa next...Read On

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Apparitions

Our love was a victim of circumstance. Some wounds are carried far deeper than flesh, and although we’d sewn our fractured seams with hope, my scars were etched beyond the place where love was enough to save us. All that’s left of us now is our memories. The apparitions lie where you are always lingering in my periphery, remnants of how we’d come to know each other in the most intimate...Read On

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A Trip To Paradise

A Couple Visits Paradise

  A Tropical Story -- Sex and Love in Paradise It's another unbearably hot and humid September day in Florida. It’s just too hot to do almost anything outside. You are back in your bathroom playing some game on your iPhone and I am sitting in front of my computer, bored stiff reading poorly written erotic stories on EP. I momentarily think about jumping into the swimming pool in the...Read On

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Violet Valley

Something breaks in me when I watch you sleep. I know I shouldn't think about, but I'm in that crucial moment. Go or stay. I should hold you even closer. Underneath the blanket, bodies curved together as spoons of bare warm flesh, we can forget for a while. Neither of us has to remember that this pocket of time, however beautiful, is always fleeting. I'll go back to my little apartment,...Read On

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Of Love and Friendship

Jeremy and I had been friends for what seemed like forever. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that we were best friends. We would do anything for each other and supported one another in everything we did. So when Jeremy came out of the metaphorical closet, I was happy for him. We had talked about his feelings on sexuality many times and I knew how uncomfortable hiding it made him. But,...Read On

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Chapter 1: Love is the Sunrise

This is the first chapter in my "Love is" series" (i am in no way a profesional writer)

Chapter 1: Love is The Sunrise i still remember the first time I saw her. I was like the sunset….no that’s not right, sunsets burn for a few minutes then fade away to blackness. It was like a sunrise. As my eyes caught her it was like a brilliant burst of light over the horizon and as she moved closer that light filled my vision, burning brighter and brighter till all other things...Read On

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THD: Melinda Chevalier - Entry 5

Another diary entry from Melinda Chevalier...

Dear Diary,  We are beginning to talk less and less now, it seems. My heart still yearns for his attention and I still find myself wishing things were different. My thoughts still gravitate towards him and they flood my mind every time I get a moment alone. I still continue to dream of him at night but recently my dreams have become more of nightmares where he is involved. I have also begun...Read On

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Betting People - Trick Or Treat?

Friends have an interesting Halloween

Betting People: Trick or Treat? By Maximillian Excaliber Introduction This wasn't supposed to be, but is, the first story in a new series I'm writing called 'Betting People'. Each story will be different but will have a common theme. All of the stories in this series will be about people make a wager that results in their becoming intimate. As you will find out while reading them,...Read On

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The Eyes of Love

A musician learns to share some important feelings

The stage shook under his feet, vibrations from the low string of his guitar. It was he alone, Leroy Jet, occupying the stage that night; One man, one guitar, an amplifier and a microphone. The guitar was black, a hollow body with f holes. It played smooth with the string action low. The amp was small, but had a gritty tone he liked. It didn’t matter the size, it was channeled through the...Read On

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THD: Melinda - Entry Four

Another passage from the diary of Melinda Chevalier...

Feburary 24th Dear Diary, A few more weeks have passed and I’m still not feeling very cheerful. I know that I promised a more pleasant entry so I will try to keep that promise. I’m still missing him in more ways than I can say. We talk now, more frequently, like we used to. That alone fills me with a joy so great that there are few words I can find to properly express it. I get lost in...Read On

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Lightning Flower

You always know what I'm trying to say

Sheathed within you to the very root, even the slightest motion, the most minute shift of hips grinding, make me cry out your name. It's more than just a reflex for those specific syllables to form into a sound that helplessly escapes my throat in ragged needy breaths. It's beyond a prayer to some unseen faith. It's like a primal incantation, a chant that calls to something so deep and...Read On

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Love Letter To A Loved One (aka: Lost Souls)

Sentimental musings of romantic memories shared between two lost souls.

Call it fate or destiny, something, or someone, brought our two lost souls together. I never stopped there before, and still, I don't know why, or what made me do so. But, as I entered that small cafe, I saw you there and knew I didn't want to be with any other. It was like an overwhelming sense of emotion that hit me, causing every cell inside my body to intensify to a whole new level. In...Read On

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Peas In A Pod

Fantasy becomes reality

Technology has made a lot of jobs obsolete in a very short space of time. Remember before smartphones and digital cameras, when you had rolls of film you handed in somewhere, or sent off to be developed? Well in the years before digital technology killed that particular business stone dead, I was one of the people who developed your photos. Not that I actually did much. Automation had by...Read On