This story will consist of short, slow-burn chapters with a high level of descriptive detail.
All characters depicted here are over 18 years old.
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The morning light began creeping into my chamber, gently caressing my eyelashes until, reluctantly, I opened my eyes. It was the first day of the new year--the final year of my schooling....

PREFACE (If you don't care bout my personal woes feel free to skip this part, there's no context needed to enjoy the chapter.)
Well, this took longer than I expected. When I had initially planned this part I thought things were going to move much faster, but it seems like I overestimated my ability to get to the point and be succinct....

I am Rahul, working in an MNC. My wife is Menka. Today we went on a long drive. Now and then, I go out with my wife. I'm a workaholic. Until now, I did not understand anything except my work, my career. But now I try to give my beautiful wife as much time as possible.
Because Menka is currently mentally disturbed. A few days ago, she had an unwanted miscarriage. She had many dreams about her future child. She had imagined various things. But in this unwanted miscarriage, her dream has been shattered....

The Lie Comes to Light


The night air was thick with August heat, but the house was cool--almost too cool. Zariah sat on the couch in one of Malik's tees, bare legs folded under her, hair wrapped, eyes closed. Her body still hummed from the way he touched her that morning. Soft. Unhurried. Like he was sculpting something sacred from skin and memory....

Brynn watched as various hues of green and blue glittered beyond the ship's viewing pane.
Irelis, the Ulratian Glaive Ship, had high ceilings and wide corridors, designed for people much larger than regular humans. Though it held a kind of emptiness--even more so than Avenger--it was not without its comforts....

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Professor Linden gestured at a slide that showed several Pokegirls carrying instruments on a stage. The title said GROUP INTERACIONS. "There are two kinds of Pocket Monster group synergy based on skills classes. These are associative and patronage synergies. Associative synergy is a training improvement noted in groups of three or more Pocket Monsters with the same skills class. Since this is common and important, the groupings have names. A group of Artists is a band, a grou...

His is the story of a rejected, just twenty-year-old boy and an overweight, in her view, nineteen-year-old girl meeting in a noisy nightclub, both feeling the world of love and happiness had no place for them. They meet in desperation, vowing not to get too emotionally involved ever again but to just have fun with sex, exploring its possibilities and deviations. The result has created a very open sexual life, which expanded to include old and new friends. They even sustain their own emotional relationship b...

"À votre succès!" Olivier shouted in his natural French dialect, raising his glass to the rest of the table. We all cheered; officially making our table the loudest on the rooftop terrace. Nineteen baking students overjoyed about our upcoming graduation celebrated by all being a little too drunk. Chef Olivier decided to take us out for a very fancy meal to one of the few restaurants in town that actually had his stamp of approval. We were all very impressed. Me included. I wasn't much of a drinker, but as h...

Amie Ch 04
I wrote the first three chapters about Amie many years ago, but never published them until I began contributing here. I thought chapter 1 was particularly clunky, so I submitted an edited version.
This chapter 4 does not stand alone. Please read the others for background.

To those whose losses turn to joy...

That morning in their town's supermarket, under the bright lights and low AC, he held his place at the meat department waiting for his turn. Right in front of that long row designed to serve several customers in parallel, just like cattle on both sides of the counter.
His partner grazed his butt casually, kissed his right cheek, and left with the shopping cart to make some progress with the rest of their list....

Meg and Jake Part 5: Abigail Greyson
11 AM
Meg parked her car across the street from Greyson's Baubles and Books and killed the engine. She sat staring intently at the bookstore just thinking. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. She thought about her mother, her mother's journal entries, the photos of her parents, Janet, and Jake. She thought about the nymphomaniac she had become and her appetite for forbidden fruit....

I told Kelly it wasn't cheating because I wasn't into girls.
"But you are into girls," she argued, fairly.
"No, I'm into just one girl. Otherwise only boys," I said.
"You are hopelessly in love with that one girl. And you're fucking me, which I gather you don't entirely hate."
"No, I don't hate it. But that's because I'm in love with a girl and fucking another girl is a balm, I guess."...

It had been such a long day. A long wet, gloomy and all-round depressive day, so all Rose Meadows wanted to do was get home, eat some frozen pizza and sleep for about ten years. She had about a million things she should probably do, like wash the dishes, tidy up the place or even do even a little bit of the final project she had to complete her GED, but it wasn't happening. Definitely not today and probably not tomorrow either considering the tiredness could be felt in her bones....

Chapter 1: The Lure of Princess Jassmine
The glow of the computer screen bathed Eddie's small bedroom in a faint blue hue. At 20 years old, he was a quiet, unassuming guy--lanky, with messy black hair and a habit of slouching in his creaky desk chair. He wasn't the type to chase trouble; trouble usually had to work hard to find him. Tonight, though, it didn't have to work too hard at all....

Chapter 5: Something Rotten in the State of Denmark
Lena woke up to find herself alone in Kyle's bed. Her clothes were nowhere to be found and neither was Kyle. "Hey Kyle?" she called, but no answer came. She threw off the covers and padded softly out of the bedroom, her heart began to race with a growing sense of unease. She didn't find him in the bathroom or closet, so she poked her head out into the hallway. Peering into the darkness of the rest of the house, she called again, "Hello?... Honey, where ...

Your Personal Physical Therapist
by Nutmegman
I read an ad in the local weekly paper for patients for a new physical therapy place. I called to find out more.
"Hi, I'm calling about your ad."
"Yes, thank you. What is your name?" The person asked me.
"My name is Mike Lawe. Can you tell me what you are looking for and about your business please?"...

Dave was trying to shake off the cold as he walked in the door, his glasses fogging up even as he was relieved to finally be someplace warm. It was cold as fuck in New York that week with weathermen wringing their hands over how much longer we might expect to see temps hovering around zero.
My wife and Dave and I had stumbled into a threesome in late August. I say stumbled because it was supposed to be a foursome until the other lady, maybe overburdened by too many years of Catholic school guilt, came do...

It's been a month since the wild hot tub party. The bowling season had ended for the summer break. We knew introducing Diane into this lifestyle would change things for us and it has. Diane and Jeff have a simple and at the same time complicated relationship now. They are bowling teammates that like to get together and fuck. So far so good. Where it goes bad is that Diane can't help herself by trying to turn it into a committed suffocating relationship which scares Jeff away. They talk, Diane backs off, and...

The next morning, Ben looked at his phone, the screen brilliant against the early light, sitting at his kitchen table spooning cereal into his lips. Like a late project update or an unidentified rash, the subject line "Connection Request!" seemed both familiar and somewhat frightening. He tapped it, and Ava's face emerged, glowing confidence and that fascinating something else Ben still couldn't quite identify. Though the dust on her LinkedIn profile was so thick it almost made one cough, the connection req...

The Investigation of a College Doctor
My name is Dana Sosnowski. I'm a private investigator, and I've got a story to tell.
You won't read about it in the news. Our investigations are private. All names used in this story are fictitious. Our clients don't want a legal prosecution. They just want to know what really happened....

It had always been a fantasy of mine to go to a sex club. I loved the idea of naked bodies and watching others. I fantasized about watching Laura with other men. Laura had a fantasy about two men taking her at the same time. We would roleplay in the bedroom often. However, she had always set a limit when it came to real life....

Father Ryan was not a man who succumbed easily to primal urges, but Maureen, a young wife half his age, broke down the wall he had built around himself to avoid temptation.
It wasn't just that she was gorgeous. Plenty of women in his parish were as good looking or even better looking than her, but none of them looked at him, returned his stare, like she did....

The wedding reception was a blur of noise and color, the banquet hall pulsing with life, glasses clinking, laughter cutting through a thumping dance track, and the faint hum of a hundred conversations.
Mia and Ethan had been the ones assigned into helping out during the whole ordeal, being siblings, they were the ones who always got stuck with the grunt work at family events like this, their mom knowing they'd grumble but get it done....

Reaching the end of another gruelling week at the office, Jessica arrived home from work, slipped off her high heels and went into the kitchen. Clothed in a black pencil skirt, thigh high stockings, and a long-sleeved white blouse, her brown hair in a stylish messy bun, she poured herself a glass of red wine and produced a packet of Virgina Slims from the drawer....

I thought to myself. This is the last straw, if he wants it, I'm going to give it to him.
For some context: My boyfriend has always been asking me about a threesome and how sexy it would be for me to be his personal pornstar. It would be like watching porn but right in our living room. Girl or guy, he didn't care and would love to see me with either one....

Chapter 7.
Fully Online.
A mostly true story.
After hours of debate and discussion, Jamie, Sandip, and Raj settled on a role play /costume scene for their next production. This, of course, led to more debates on the scenario-they finally settled on "White Maid in a Rich Indian's Home."
Jamie returned to Aabha and Sandip's the following Saturday. She was a lone again as her sone went to the beach with friends and Jeff had gone fishing of the Florida Keys. She had the whole weekend for performance...

No involvement of under 18 person is mentioned.
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I was happy like never before: I got accepted to ASU! It was my number one choice, and I got it.
Our family resides in a small town in Vermont. The state is beautiful, but during the winter, it is too cold for me. I always preferred hot weather. My friends warned me that in Phoenix's summer I'd bake in the sun, but I ignore...

Over the next few days, surprisingly, there was no awkwardness between any of us. We fell back into our usual rhythms. I'd been assigned to help Mark-the bricky. I'd assumed that'd mean hauling the bricks and wheelbarrows of cement, and it did. But the older man also spent time talking me through the dos and don't of brick laying, getting me to have a go, giving me pointers as I went....

The flared ridge of his head, before his just as thick cock, had just reached past her g-spot, as far as he had gone yet, and Daphne was holding her breath. She was bracing for the impact she needed to feel, that he kept denying her. She groaned with her released breath, as he pulled all the way out of her, just to hear the pop her pussy made whe did....

Palermo, Sicily, 12th century AD
Rays of sunshine invade the crown prince's bedroom as the Sun dawned on Sicilian landscapes. Enrico, Prince of Sicily, and heir to the entire Kingdom, awakens. His blue eyes opened softly, as he wasn't yet ready to begin that long, dreadful day. He calmly moves his pale hands gently on his forehead, so he could get his chestnut-brown curly hairs out of the way from his eyesight. Slowly, he sits, looking around, trying to gain motivation to get up. He gently moves his legs...