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Most refugees came (or were brought) in during the dead hours of the early morning, but it was just after 22:00 and things had been quiet enough that Sarkisian, the woman working the desk, was sitting back and watching the latest chapter of Schoolmistress on her phone.
The Schoolmistress was sitting...

Dear Reader,
This story began years ago at the request of someone. At the time, I occasionally wrote short stories to post on an erotic fiction site, and she reached out to me. She couldn't write herself but had a very specific idea and asked if I could help.
Her idea was a kind of treasure hunt, a ...

I am a 68 year old bisexual woman living in the north of England, all my stories are based on my own experiences, names have been changed and everyone is over the age of eighteen.
This is a little longer than my usual stories but sets the scene for more adventures with my best friend Debbie.
I somet...

This is part 6/6 of "The Ballad of Flavia and Sarah".

Many thanks to DawnDuckie for editing it, and the entire series. It would have been a lot worse without your feedback.

With a last chord stab, Georgina finished the song. Sarah looked about the recording studio at the rest of the band.
"That wa...

Note: This is a continuation of "The Shift in Carriage 4 -- Lily #4", where an older man entered the carriage and turned the tables on Lily.
It had been three days since my Carriage 4 experience with him, the "Older Man", as I like to put it, and I sat in my office staring at the card he had left.
T...

Snowflakes clung to the sleeves of Sarah's wool coat as she stood beside Simon on the front porch. The entire neighborhood was blanketed in soft white, glittering beneath the porchlight like sugar. Wind tickled her legs through her tights, but it wasn't the cold making her shiver.
"Okay," Simon said...

Chapter 2: “It’s You Again”
The gallery was hushed in that particular, studied way — as though the walls themselves disapproved of volume. Every step on the polished concrete floor echoed faintly. Spotlights tracked brushstrokes. The air smelled faintly of cedarwood, linen, and the slightly metallic...

Their usual bar was busier than usual, but Dani felt fine with that. She was sitting in a booth, joking along with her colleagues. "And that's why you shouldn't actually put a stapler in jello," Dani concluded, and everyone laughed. She laughed too - maybe a little too hard - but the distraction was...

Dear reader,
This is the fifth installment in the "Life of Anne" series. It doesn't stand alone, so if you'd like to truly follow along, I'd recommend reading parts 1 through 4 first. You can find them on my author page.
This chapter contains a moment of coerced intimacy, as well as references to me...

HI everybody, it's Skylar again. I know you guys have been wondering a few things since the last time I wrote to you. You know about my night with my softball teammate/good friend Chloe at my ex-boyfriend Marshall's older brother Malcolm's party. Then there was the night after a game that I had with...

This is a continuation from the second of Neha's story titled, "A Shift in Power." Margaret has seized control of Neha. But is that just it? Or does she pull some more tricks on Neha to make her suffer more? What does she have up her sleeve? And how does Neha plan on answering it? Keep reading to fi...

JULY 19, 2014
I couldn't leave the bed. It was well past midnight by now, but I didn't know how much time had passed.
James had fallen asleep just moments after rolling off of me, giving me the chance to run, but there was no point in running anymore.
He had taken what he wanted, and I had been too ...

! was hot for Molly from the day she arrived. She might have been a petite woman, but her attitude was not petite. She's slim, with small breasts but a nice bottom and coppery red hair cut to a short shag. Green eyes, but I hadn't noticed that yet; I would have been totally worthless if I had. She c...

The garage door groaned halfway open before Raye ducked under, already walking fast, jaw tight, fists in the pockets of her leather jacket like they were the only things keeping her from swinging.
Frankie stood in the center of the shop, hands filthy with grease, sweat darkening the collar of her te...

Here's another one from the Conjuring College universe -- I'm really enjoying putting these together! Please give this a fair rating if you enjoyed it, and feel free to comment any feedback or scenarios that you want to see next!
As always, all characters in this story are over the age of 18 :)
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I'm Val. I moved from Appleton Wisconsin, to a small town in rural Nebraska where I met my love working in the town diner. Carolyn and I had passed the two-year mark together, and things couldn't have been better. I'd bought old man Farber's garage and business was perking right along. Farber, true ...

We had just won the county final in football, with it also being one of the girls 30th birthday we decided to celebrate. The train ticket's were booked, the hotel was organised, we headed to Dublin.
I was so excited as this was my first time going away with the team. The train journey was crazy, sin...

When I was in my second year of university, I house-shared with four other people. One of them was a girl called Marie. We were immediately drawn to one another. It remained unspoken. We weren't known to be 'best friends' in the house. That was me and Leo, or Marie and Lucy. But there was this weird...

Months ago, ChloeTzang asked me to submit a story and I said that I would. I know absolutely nothing about Mickey Spillane or Mike Hammer or writing violence or what noir means or any of that. But being clueless has never stopped me before! So, here we are!

I have started writing some stories invol...

LEZ BEFORE WICKET

[Author's Note: This story has been knocking around inside my head for a while and I needed to get it written before starting on Part 4 of the Marcilla Series. It's a one-off with new characters and is most certainly not going to become a series.
This story may be a little difficu...

The Slithers
"How the fuck did I get here?!" my thoughts screamed. Everything was pitch black, I couldn´t move yet that voice... "Alex?"
"I´ll have a four-shot espresso macchiato please." I was exhausted, all those extra shifts were going to help pay the bills; well if I had any money left after all...

The gravel crunched under Simon's tires as he pulled his dented hatchback into the driveway. The house ahead was two stories of beige suburban respectability, trimmed with tacky fall decorations--fake leaves in the windows, a metal turkey on the lawn, and a big wooden sign near the porch that read "...

Christmas time in Chicago is quite special if you're open to the holiday spirit. Garland and lights hang off the ceiling of bars and stores that sell knick-knacks and greeting cards, and Millenium Park hosts its tree lighting ceremony right after Thanksgiving. If you're lucky, you might catch a song...

Back in her apartment, Avery sat on the floor with a glass of wine, not bothering to turn on the lights. The glow from the streetlamps outside spilled through the blinds, striping the walls in soft gold and shadow.
She sipped slowly, her heels still on, her earrings tugging slightly at her lobes. Sh...

Finding Inspiration
A Ladies in Love Romance
By Magda McKune
Part Three
CHAPTER 9
I woke up early and decided to get up and let my sweet companion snooze a little longer. Tammy looked so adorable when she slept and I always wanted to hug her tightly to my breast. But there was plenty of time for tha...

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.
Thank you all for the wonderful feedback on Chapter One. It truly means the world to me. Your suggestions and ideas have been both inspiring and encouraging. They've helped shaping the direction of this story in ways I didn't expect. Continuing a ...

It was July 2027.
Things were going so well it almost felt suspicious.
The kind of well that made Emerald double-check the locks at night, like happiness might slip in and steal her shoes. The kind of well where Zoe was sleeping eight hours and waking up without apologies. Where Arvin was flirting w...

Chapter 1 -- You Can Just Say He's Boring
The bar was one of those many places in New York City that tried to make people feel important.
Everything glowed -- gold-rimmed glasses, candlelight flickering through cut crystal, the faint, polished gleam of champagne-colored marble catching light from a ...

This is part 3 of a series which continues Chloe's timeline from "Riding With Dirty Girls," "Chloe Rides Again," and "Chloe's Return." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you ideally need to have read the other series' first.
This is a work of ficti...

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
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I grew up in a small town in Nebraska. As a child, I liked our neighbors who treated me nicely and helped anytime it was needed. ...