Ravel's Bolero is faintly heard, the slow rhythm of the base and the haunting melody set the mood in the bright-lit studio. Deb and Taylor looking at the closed makeup room door, waiting for Tara. Deb glancing at the door as if her gaze could magically open the door. "I can't wait for you to see what she has on. And her makeup 'If I must say.' is amazing."...

The Wedding Guest
Claire watched the ice swirl in her glass, the amber liquid catching the dim bar light. Across from her, John was leaning on the table, his voice slurred with the weight of too many drinks and too much regret.
"I just--God, I don't know. I don't want to be that guy. You know, the sad divorcé at the wedding, everyone whispering about me. 'Poor John. Look at him. Still hasn't bounced back.'"...

Two minutes. Just two fucking minutes to get decent and formulate a plan. That's reasonable, right?
You slam your bedroom door closed and sprint to the closet, heart hammering against your ribs like it's trying to escape. The mirror catches your reflection--a wild-eyed goth girl with matted hair and nipples that could cut glass poking obscenely through a silk camisole....

The French Apartment - Chapter 6: The Line
Sixth day in Paris, overnight.
I tossed and turned for hours, unable to sleep. The covers gently raised and lowered beside me as Claudine sighed, peaceful and asleep.
Thoughts of my new life here kept flooding my head. I replayed the days over and over, getting hornier and more awake as I lay beside Claudine. The more I thought about the last week the more my memories seemed to belong to someone else entirely. I nestled against Claudine's back, hoping that...

She'd been my boss a few years.
Gaby was kind, generous... and divorced. She'd only had one kid from her marriage, and there was a warmth to her that many found endearing.
She'd also struggled not to let it show how bad she wanted me. Her eyes were dark brown, she was 52, and had a taut physique with just the right amount of padding from playing tennis regularly....

Split Tree Resort Remodeled 04
[It's the Saturday of the resort's big Speed Dating event in the Community Hut, where Coo-Coo actually works, if that hasn't been mentioned yet and the lobby is all abuzz with men and women who have no business attending a Speed Dating event because most of them already have a tan line on their ring finger, but the Split Tre Resort doesn't judge.]...

The Crack in the Frame
The air in the living room hung heavy with the sour tang of stale beer and unspoken rot, the kind that seeps into a marriage after too many silent nights. Ben slumped on the couch, the cushions sagging under him, a threadbare blanket twisted around his legs. It was his third morning here, exiled from the bed he'd shared with Kara for two years. The sheets upstairs remained crisp, still holding traces of her favourite Tom Ford perfume--hers alone now. His eyes burned, gritty from sl...

There are some real experiences in this story.
I was excited, I finally got to travel for business and get a hotel room alone. It was in a pretty populated area of the state, so it would be easier to hook up than normal. The weather had cancelled a few of my trips, So I was excited to get out of town, not be known by anyone and be Monika the slut for a few nights....

It took me a laborious minute to follow the half-hidden trail down the rock outcropping to the stream below.
Early this morning, Lisa texted me that she had a surprise hideaway she wanted me to experience. After a couple of months of dating, she knows me well. I drove the ten miles to the rendezvous point she texted me. Three days had passed since I last made love to her. To say that she was in my thoughts was an understatement....

This is the conclusion of this story. More of Eric and Jessica will follow. As always, I apologize for delays and appreciate votes and comments.
I stepped into the warm spray and was happy to have the salt washed off my body. Even better, I was happy that I was not burned, although I had gotten some color. Eric entered as I was douching and while it was in me, I grabbed a washcloth and we came together as I washed his body....

Klaus found himself in his favourite dirty deed at the pubs. Although through bystanders' eyes he was watching the life go by around him, his attention was actually drawn to the barmaids' and servers' ankles. Not their bottoms, not their legs, but ankles.
Those had always caught his attention. Bare skin showing between trousers and shoe. Yet in essence they were sort of consolation prize as normally Klaus was interested in feet instead....

Alice Crowley stood looking down the ramparts of a strange city in the far-flung country her husband's ambition had brought them to. Outside it was hot, though lush gardens sprouted sporadically through the city and peeked from private walled gardens below them. Hot oil, spices, and something like jasmine was carried up on the warm breeze along with noise from the marketplace, a cacophony of words Alice could not understand....

Kathryn and I were at the park the next morning. She had on a red dress with a floral design on it. It was currently bunched around her waist, and she was riding my cock, when suddenly another SUV pulls in and parks right next to us. Kathryn stops moving but doesn't climb off of me.
"Who is that?" She asks, slowly grinding on my cock....

When I was seventeen, I meet a girl that I feel in love with the instant, I laid eyes on her. We only went out for a few months before she started seeing someone else. Due to my shyness, my heavy involvement and sports and lack of a car. Kay meant the world to me and losing her broke my heart. But as luck would have it, I found out that Kay's boyfriend couldn't take her to the prom at the end of the year. He graduated the year before and was caught sneaking booze into his prom. So, he was banned from any sc...

Right on cue, Dad got ahold of Cindy for a liaison. Cindy called and let us know. She said Barb was looking forward to seeing us again, and her son, Mike, would be there. She told him she had a visitor coming and that he and his sister Barb had been invited to watch him make love to his mother. They would watch and be naked in the room....

We almost didn't go. One of our kids was sick, and it felt wrong to leave. But Catherine convinced me--it was one night, and the babysitter would call if anything changed. Since she was seven months pregnant, I decided not to drink. If we needed to leave in a hurry, I'd be ready.
The wedding was beautiful--one of those grand hotels in Cork, full of charm and warmth. The ceremony was lovely, and by dinner, we were seated with a group of couples around our own age. We hit it off with one pair in particular...

Paris, 1882.
All morning the unidentified man in the hansom cab had waited patiently across the street from the house of Baronne de Montclair on Rue Chatelaine until the baronne left for his office. He waited another half-hour before knocking on the door. A servant answered. The man instructed the servant to hand-deliver the mysterious package only to the baronesse without delay and tipped him generously to ensure his compliance....

I was 36 years old when my daughter stated college. Being a single dad I was more than thrilled. She had graduated a year early from High School. Her mother had passed away over ten years ago. She herself was a phycologist turned marriage counselor. I was a mid-level manager at an accounting firm. We both made good money at the time....

I think we were both wishing for the same thing a little too aggressively, when I pushed just a little harder, wishes were granted. The panties reached critical stress, causing a wardrobe malfunction. In less than a heartbeat, the head of my erection was engulfed in the extremely tight wet opening to Erin's fertile garden....

THE PADRES & THE TONGVA PRIESTESS
by ContinentalPsyOp
She is brown and beautiful in the afternoon sun. Wild, fierce.
Her breasts bounce and twist as she runs and jumps and tumbles, looking for a way to get away. She is nude, barefoot, dark hair rich between her thighs, a dark trail leading down from her navel, and a fierce dark mane atop her head as well....

Oh fuck, E,
Your letters make me so hot! I really should have waited until after work to read that last one, but as soon as I saw your handwriting on the envelope I just had to rip it open there and then. I only read the first couple of lines, but that was all I needed to make my cock rock hard. I was already in the lift by then, so all I could do was hold my briefcase in front of me and hope the old women in the lobby didn't notice as I waddled uncomfortably by....

My father was a twin. He and brother were not identical but they looked very similar. My dad passed away when I was 12. My mother passed when I was 16. I had always been close to my dad's twin, my Uncle Will, so I went to live with him when mother was gone.
Uncle Will got me through high school and helped pay for my college so I could get a degree in Mechanical Engineering. I spent four years away coming home only for Summers to work. Somewhere along the way, Uncle broke up with his girlfriend and is now...

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"Benjamin. You know I love you, but you sir, can not, and will not, be an absolute whore, on my watch, said my daughter, Kris.
She saw fit to talk to me as if I was one of her friends, and though I love her more than myself, I had to set her straight:
"Not another second past your 38 years of living will you call me Benjamin."...

Jocelyn swiped her key card and opened the hotel room door. As expected, no one was inside. She walked over to the bed, noting the rumpled bedclothes. She sniffed the air. It was very faint, but it was there.
Sex.
Someone had had sex in this room, in this bed. She got out her phone, took several pictures of the rumpled sheets from different angles, for evidence....

is my first story. Lately, I've had this fantasy running through my head, so I decided to write it down. English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes. I'm open to criticism..
This is the first part of the story. Enjoy!
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My name is Carlos, and I am a freelance programmer working remotely from home. At 24 years old, I have an average height and a relatively normal appearance--fair skin, brown hair, and brown eyes....

Eliert
June 17th, 2018
Summer has begun again! I always get nervous at this time, because if summer knocks on the door, it means that my birthday is coming too. It was peaceful to stay at home, sometimes swimming in the neighborhood community pool, sometimes cycling through the city streets.
It was a quiet town, not so big, but not so small either, especially as it was surrounded by countryside....

I scan my card at my new gym, hands full and feeling a little out of place.
"Good morning, have a good workout," comes from behind the desk.
"Thanks," I squeak.
I walk to the back for the locker rooms. As I reach for to push the locker room door it opens before me. I catch my hand before it grasps the chest of a tall, shaggy haired woman. Her arm muscles naturally bulging as she holds the door for me, a soft smile on her lips....

Chapter Two
Emily Stevens closed her eyes, reclining as her petite, 20-year-old Mormon assistant, Hailey, eagerly lapped at the milky semen dripping from her well-used cunt and asshole--gifts from the black men who'd filled her earlier. A shudder ran through Emily as she recalled the night seven years ago that ignited her obsession with the raw power of black cock....

BOOK OF DRAGONS


(DRAGON TAILS)

The pearl-white dragoness, Mythra, soared gracefully above the winding road, her large wings cutting through the crisp morning air. Her diligent eyes caught sight of a chaotic scene below--a huddle of bandits swarming a carriage. They overwhelmed the guards with their sheer number and quickly slew them. They spared no one, even killing the horses. She circled the site, ordinarily impartial to human struggles, but this seemed different. The carriage was strang...