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Perchance To Dream Part 4

The continuing saga of Mel and Jim

(Three weeks later, and we find Jim has moved out to a hotel. He and Mel have been seeing each other for three Friday nights, and she stays over but goes back to Alice on Saturday. We catch them as she's leaving on a Saturday morning.)   “Jim, I’ll see you in a few days. Okay? Honey?” “Yeah,” I responded to Mel. “Of course, babe. I was just… just missing you already!” I forced a smile and...Read On

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Finding Love Again Part II

I blinked my eyes a few times in the morning sun. Last night was still fresh in my mind, every touch, every kiss, it felt like a dream. Joel was much more talented in bed than Ryan had been, but I'm sure he had more practice too, on account of he was the older brother, and Ryan had only been nineteen at the time of the accident. I wasn't comparing them mentally, just enjoyed the more...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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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 Mysterious Stranger

Mam and I have lived alone ever since Da died. I remember that day almost twenty five years ago as it were yesterday; there was a terrible storm and Da was outside fixing the tarpaulins covering the hay bales when a freak gust of wind uprooted the ancient oak tree beside the barn. Da was crushed under timbers from the barn and died a few hours later in hospital from his internal injuries. No...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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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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Annie and I, the early days, chapter 7

So am I

The first two boats were being delivered to Shardlow and I was up early and on site when the trucks pulled in. I flagged down the first truck and told him where to go, but he seemed reluctant to obey my instruction. “Reckon I'll wait for the gaffer," he said moodily, so I went to the second driver and repeated what I'd told the first trucker. "Why isn't he going first?" “Oh, I think he...Read On

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Always One

A winter romance in our cabin.

I sit on the window sill in my blue school t-shirt and matching blue panties, watching the the silent snow fall and sipping at my hot chocolate. The woods outside our cabin looking so peaceful on this white, powdery morning. I hear stirring coming from the room and turn my head to see the morning sunrise hitting your naked body, barely covered by the pale green sheets. Your hair splayed on...Read On

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The Vixen And The Kitten

Christopher finds his true love.

The Vixen And The Kitten   “Nonsense!” Margaret cried in response. I had merely told her that this being a work night, I couldn’t stay out late and had to get home early. I had an alarm clock in my immediate future. “You just don’t want to be with me tonight,” she asserted. She could be like that: disagreeable, cranky, selfish, impolite to the point of truculent, and a spoiled brat....Read On

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Autumn blossom: the coming of Summer

The seventh and final part of the story of Kate and Cath

Taking my eyes off Joss Black’s magnificent 38 DD boobs would have been a good idea, but the will power was not there. Much though I hated men who talked to my boobs, I could understand it. Kate was smiling at me. As I looked at her adorable freckled face (and pert boobies), I loved her so much. Those marks on her tits, I thought, they look like the lace marks from Joss’s basque. No, must...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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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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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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Lost Love, Two

She leaned toward him, offering both his clothes and a clear view of her bare breasts.

CHAPTER FIVE MUGGED Chaz left San Jose and walked away from the Rio Grande along Av. Juarez toward the hotel. Stopping at several souvenir shops, he browsed but found nothing of interest although there were a large number of cute knickknacks. He appreciated the talent it took to make some of the crafts and works of art, those not made in Asia, but fortunately, he was not interested and had...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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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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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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THD: Melinda Chevalier - Entry 7

Another entry...

January 17th,   Dear Diary, I've had to let Darcy go. As much as I hate it, I wasn't getting any better with her. I could tell she resented me for the pain I caused. I deserved all of it, of course. But I couldn't take the thought of keeping her caged in unhappiness when she deserved to be someone's one and only. To be someone's dearest love and not just my "second choice."   After...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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Autumn blossom: the power of love

In which Kate and Cath are toasted

As I made the coffee the following morning, my mind wandered back. Reading Jess’s story had triggered a powerful submissive response, but Summer’s account of using my Kate had taken it much further. With many women, perhaps most (who knew?) the idea of their loved one being used by another would have aroused jealousy or disgust; it had just aroused me. There was danger down that route. It...Read On

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Autumn Blossom: Triggering a Response

The fourth part of the story, which finds our heroine dancing

I slept the sleep of the unjust. Something had been woken, something in the deep parts of my psyche. It was good that Kate felt that reading Jess’s manuscript of the erotic humiliation and degradation of a Victorian lady at the hands of her maid, had given us the edge on Jessica, but it had clearly edged me in another way; perhaps two other ways. There was the obvious one, which was that I...Read On

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Autumn blossom: the opening

A sequel to my Summer loving series, the first part

Autumn smelt of wood-smoke and damp leaves decaying, giving a last gift where they could, but on the pavements of Little Jericho they simply added to the slipperiness of the rainy pavements. Early autumnal Oxford never failed to stir my heart. It was thus that I had first known it. The shiny, bright faces of the Freshers, new, up from their schools and colleges, made me smile. That had been...Read On

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Annie and I, the early days 6

I want you just as you are

Annie was over the moon when we got back. Nancy had told her what Frank had told me about our future working. "I can hardly believe this is happening to me, David,” she said. “Two weeks ago, I was just a quiet little schoolgirl. Now I'm living with a man I adore, I have a beautiful lesbian lover, and I'm already earning far more money than I ever imagined. It just seems so bloody perfect."...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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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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A lament for Kathleen

I died a little when I realized she really had gone... but if only these walls could talk.

The sun barely rose on that day I let go. I had, in my misery, banished myself from anything that reminded me of you. Gone out to the old field for solitude. A small house between two tufts of trees sat still and alone. The grey light of the fog peeked meagerly through drawn curtains. As soon as my waking mind became conscious I turned in my bed, alerted only by the sound of  wind...Read On

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Autumn blossom: the chill

The third part of the story - the shadow reaches out.

I heard her key in the lock. It was just after 7 o’clock; the bus had been on time. So was I. As Kate came through the door I met her with a glass of chilled chardonnay. “And how’s the worker?” I laughed. “Worthy of her hire, I hope?” “And you, too, darling. You are divine, best wife a woman could have. I need that wine.” She kicked off her shoes and curled her legs under her on the sofa....Read On

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Finding Love Again Part III

"Flight 1940 is now boarding." I smiled at Joel, usually I dread traveling, but with him around I couldn't dread much. I thought that I would've outgrown the butterflies by now, but two years later, and he still had away of making me a happier version of my former self. "Ready?" I asked him. "For what, the flight or paradise?" "The flight. Is Vegas really paradise? I would've more...Read On

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Twin Tower Lovers

Although they were casualties of circumstance, their love will live forever…

With the song queued that Brian May was born to write, it being the one that both he and Freddie Mercury were born to sing, we embraced. His words, their haunting voices, and the harmonic sound of the choir and orchestra asked the question, Who wants to live forever? We met here. We worked together and then fell in love. Tragically, we could never leave. ≈ We first met in the...Read On