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Chris
Finding the strength to love.
Day One - A Damsel in Distress
Chris sat in a corner booth of the bar by herself and took a slug of her beer. It was Friday evening and she was tired, both mentally and physically. Today had been a tough and long day.
Like most of the others in the bar, Chris worked construction on the new tower block that was going up a couple streets over and whilst her shift was due to have ended three hours earlier, when it came to pouring concrete, the shift didn't actual...

The lives of the super-rich are closed worlds to most of us. Sure, we get glimpses. We learn through things like the Epstein scandal of islands, yachts, aircraft all owned by them, but how they actually live, day to day, is a mystery, at least it was to me. It was until I met Valinda Patel.
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I'd been asked to write the story of a pharmaceutical company's work to develop anti-malarial drugs. The company, called Gasco, was based in Oxford and funded a fair bit of research at the university as well as i...

Part 3 -- Scene 1: "New Territory"
Title: "Camp Morning light"
Six weeks.
No boys.
No phones.
Just sunshine, structure, and few eighteen-year-old girls raised on virtue, distance learning, and the firm belief that curiosity was a sin.
Emily leaned out the van window as the camp entrance passed by -- white wood archway, blue wildflowers, and a sign that read:...

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Six - A lot like Christmas

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal....

This is part 3/6 of "The Ballad of Flavia and Sarah".

Many thanks to DawnDuckie for editing this story.

Sarah pressed the last skirt into her suitcase as hard as she could, but it wouldn't fit. Giving up, she hung it back up in her wardrobe, then zipped up the green case and placed it on the floor. Her packing complete, she headed downstairs and made tea for her mum....

Everyone filled their plates buffet-style and adjourned to the dining room, where they set about stuffing their faces with Carla's delicious food. All of them ended up going back for seconds, and some for thirds; the conversation got louder and louder as the wine flowed and the THC-infused pasta sauce began to take effect, and so no one heard the doorbell when it rang. Fortunately Annabel was on her way back from the bathroom at the time....

huge thanks to toesucker1 for help with beta reading and editing!

Chapter 3: The End
"How many of those have you had?" Allie was standing behind me pointing to the shot in front of me.
"Not very many?" I tried, meekly.
"Give me your keys. You're not driving tonight."
I didn't argue, I gave her my keys. She gave the bar tender an icy glare, "Only water for her." And she stalked off again. I stood stupidly at the bar wondering what was next....

Turning Contest: A Mormon Visit
Summary: Two Mormon girls visit and get seduced.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion.
Thanks to Small_Island for editing and to OhDave1 and Shuj for proofreading.
THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women....

Chapter 10 Swaps
Jane had caught Beth off-guard. What was she to wear? Jane had not offered any advice on the matter. Should she go commando? This was the norm among the horny housewives who belonged to the neighbourhood's secret sex group. On the other hand, when she went out in public, she always carefully maintained her persona as a typical conservative suburban housewife. In other words, she would dress modestly and always wear a bra and a panty. Beth took the default conservative option, bra and pan...

Thanks to @THBGato for proofing and suggestions.
This is the first of a set of stories connected with the wedding of Kayla and Anita, and involves many of the supporting cast of Mentor and other tales. You shouldn't need to be familiar with anything that's gone before to appreciate this story.
tl; dr: Kayla and Anita are engaged. Tiff and Allison are the maids of honor. Heather is a friend of all parties....

The plaque on her desk read Marie Rossi.
The last name was fitting -- it was an Italian word meaning red, and Marie had on her favorite red lipstick at the moment.
Right at that moment, Marie also had on her favorite leopard print silk blouse, black leather skirt and patent-leather open toed stilettos....

This story is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not big on realism. It's a frivolous little fantasy, but wouldn't it be fun if a lingerie shop like this existed?
All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.
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Let me introduce you to Ginni. She's an amazing woman; tall, shapely, very busty, and incredibly sexy. She has the body of a goddess, smouldering dark eyes, a jumbled mass of black curly hair, and a mouth made for or...

Author's note:
This is the 4th and final chapter in a series about a young woman who is seduced by her boyfriend's mother.
All supportive or constructive comments and feedback are appreciated.
Main Characters
Nicole - 19 yo college freshman. 5'2", 115 pounds, dirty blonde hair, C cup.
Camille - 46 yo corporate executive. 5'9", 125 pounds, long dark hair, B cup....

This story is the continuation of Emma's Awakening. Please read that first.
As Emma returned to the sorority house with the conditioner in her hand, she was greeted by Charlie who noticed the conditioner and smiled. "From what I see I am assuming you decided to join the opt-in program," Charlie stated inquisitively....

~Thank you to Lenawanders for proofreading this story.~
~Thank you to Pixiehoff for editing this story.~
"Clock is 23:42. Thank you for all your help ladies and gentlemen." Dr. Rowan Bentley left the operating room and took off her bloodied apron, gloves, mask and cap and tossed them in the hazardous waste bin. At thirty nine years old she was one of the youngest head surgeons at St. Cynthia in Foxchester United Kingdom. They just lost another patient and now it was her job to tell the family....

The city dissolved away outside the train window, giving way to the suburbs Dani knew by heart, the route back to her townhouse feeling somehow longer tonight. It was as if she was returning from somewhere much farther away.
She hoped, as always, that her roommate Kayla would be up for talking. This weight, this confusion--it was starting to feel like it was too much without Kayla's support. Maybe it already was....

Rewrite of a story I wrote last year on a deleted profile. Comments appreciated. For the person who will make the comment: No, I'm not doing Judaism or Islam, not because it's not allowed and christianity is, but because I know absolutely nothing about the others and so will not write about what I don't know. Enjoy!...

Beyond the Palace
by Davina Lee
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Author's Note
The previous chapter brought some closure to the mystery surrounding Matoaka's bout of amnesia.
Like the other girls who were recently rescued, Matoaka was given a choice: to heal, or to forget. She chose to forget. Why, we don't know. But now, after witnessing the new girls beginning their healing journey, Matoaka has changed her mind. She too wants to heal....

All characters are fictional and over 18 years old.
It wasn't Charlotte's choice to go to university an hour away from her parent's home, and it definitely wasn't her choice to join a sorority. If she had it her way, Charlotte would've been in another state with fewer churches and less humidity. This was one of her more unrealistic fantasies considering that her parents met each other and got married at Vanderbilt. When her acceptance letter came in the mail, their nostalgic excitement far surpassed any ...

Pearl and Monica moved into a spacious apartment within three months of their first night together. Although Pearl hadn't discovered her full sexuality until she was forty-seven, she also understood the value of having someone who not only cared about her but wouldn't hesitate to adore her body when needed....

Emily's Extra Credit: Part 2
The basement stacks of the humanities library smelled like old glue and misfiled fantasies.
Emily Morgan moved through them like she owned the oxygen.
She was dressed casually -- jeans that hugged without trying, a loose gray T-shirt tucked in just enough to imply the soft curve of her waist, and her hair pulled into a messy bun she'd perfected in front of the mirror for twelve minutes....

3rd Chapter in the Series: Thick Wife Becomes Cam Girl
Chapter 1:
Lily is meeting with one of her best friends, Jasmine. Lily constantly stressed about money, bills, and lack luster sex life is spilling it all out to Jasmine.
Jasmine is hesitant to say anything but finally tells Lily, that she is actually very financial secure and living a very comfortable lifestyle thanks to a side job she does, being a cam girl....

The queue twisted through the heat like a ribbon of bodies, all damp skin and sun-drowsy murmur. Heat shimmered off the sidewalk, and the scent of vanilla, waffle cones, and melted tar curled through the air like a lover's sigh. Somewhere ahead, a child cried out for sprinkles. A woman laughed. But behind it all, thick and humming, the silence between Ella and Laura thrummed like a string drawn taut....

Claire lay on her bed, holding open the erotic novel with her left hand and having her right hand between her legs, rubbing her slit. Her phone beeped. She put down the novel and grabbed the phone, skimming through the friend chat. Seemed like everyone but her was having fun and hooking up.
The frustrated 20-year-old college student didn't feel like reading her erotic novel any more. "Dammit!" she growled. "I need a fling with an actual person! Some stimulation with something other than my hand."...

A quick, steamy little interlude between a jilted bride and a maid of honor who had never dared to hope for a chance with her. Expect f/f oral and fingering. Enjoy!
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I want to say I had a feeling this would happen. I did have that feeling, but not in some kind of useful, psychic way. It felt just like any other intrusive thought....

I looked at Pam as she looked at me and she asked me if I found her attractive, to which I said yes. Very much so and always have. I asked her the same, and she said yes, she often masturbated fantasizing about me. I said OMG, that makes me so horny knowing you fantasized about me. She then reached her hand out taking mine and asked if I minded making her fantasy a reality. I said that I have waited for that a long time. So off to her bedroom we went stripping off our clothes as I threw her onto the bed div...

The house was too big for one person, but its sentimental value meant it was much too priceless to sell. There were supposed to be kids, a dog maybe, and Zoe. But Zoe had been dead for three years and left behind a broken heart not open for children or any animals. Her clothes still hung in the closet, left untouched as though she'd slide open the door like she did every morning before work. And her favorite mug-the one with watercolor wildflowers-sat unused in the kitchen cabinet. It was as though Zoe the ...

Marilynn had closed shop a couple of hours early. Bradley had implied that the law firm's beach house might be available this coming weekend, and she wanted to get something. Something to... put some zip back into their relationship. Not that things weren't good, but... He was so fucking busy lately trying to make partner....

Human Resources: The Intern, Kaylee, Part 2
Kaylee's work at the Firm was much less glamorous than she'd thought it would be. Instead of actually designing print graphics, she was mostly used for grunt work, making copies, getting drinks as needed, and some file-management activities on the computers. But, she knew she was starting on the ground floor....

Casey is 18, Dave is 40. Lottie is just Lottie.
Dave looked himself over.
New breast forms--bit bigger than the last set. The cats had clawed one open last week, silicone leaking like guilt onto the bathroom floor. So--treat yourself. Go a cup size up.
He adjusted the bra straps, twisted at the waist, checked his silhouette in the mirror. He could live with it. Hell, he looked good. Lipstick check. A smudge at the corner; gone with a flick of a nail....