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I do so adore how this lace hugs my curves. Standing before the full-length mirror, I run my hands slowly over my waist, admiring the way the dark blue satin cups cradle my breasts. They look absolutely divine -- full, high, perfectly shaped. The fabric presses just enough to make them spill ever so slightly over the top, like they're trying to defy the lingerie and offer themselves to the room. Or to whoever I decide is worthy of seeing them....

Chapter 11- Kitty Turns Tail
"You two plan on waking up anytime soon?" a male voice asked loudly enough to cut through Katie's sleep. She stirred slowly, recognizing the voice as Andrew's. They managed to drag themselves back to bed after their quiet session in the greenhouse.
"Yew morning people're jest eeeevil," Savvy groaned, flopping over and burying her face into Katie's chest, pulling the sheet over the both of them. "Go'way and pester someone else fer a breakfast fuck."...

Introduction
Healing behind closed doors is one thing.
But what happens when the door opens... and your past is waiting on the porch?
Zariah and Malik have built something intimate, raw, and real--but now they have to carry that softness out into a world that still wants to break them.
The texts have stopped, but the tension hasn't....

"I wanted to wake you up in a way that let you know how I wanted the day to go." Her hair is a mess and she looks so sexy in the dim light that I can't believe this isn't a dream.
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Chapter I: In A Simple Hotel Room
II

I: In which Charlie finds the wood
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I wake with orange dawn light filtering into the curtains, and a strange sensation that I can't place. I'm lying on my back and I stir and discover first pressure on my legs and then simultaneously realize my cock is hard as iron and be...

Introduction -- I started this story some time ago. I hope to finish it eventually. If you want to follow the storyline, I suggest reading the first three chapters before this one. I hope you enjoy.
Vladimir Petrova slammed his hand on his desk, overcome with rage. "How the fuck does this happen?! How does one fucking bitch cause us so much trouble?! What the fuck am I going to tell mother when I get back to the mansion? Four guys taken out in the garage! And now three more arrested, sitting in their van...

"Jesus, Chris... AGAIN? Do we need to go get a Men's ball?"
Chris Weathers grimaced.
"Shut up, Jacqueline!"
Jacqueline Sullivan turned to Pam Warren.
"Can we go back to the beginning, Pam? Can we recut the whole segment, and make it about how much Chris sucks at throwing a Women's football?"...

Chapter 6
One
Jamal Davis spent his Sunday evening alone at the downtown condo he purchased three months earlier. He knew Willard was going to die for over a year, and his time at the estate would come to a necessary end. He would keep his offices there for now, but he had already set up his own work area at his new residence. He sat at the panoramic windows high above the Manhattan streets and read the file Mindy had left behind for the third or fourth time. He also thought about Jacob. Jacob was spe...

Introduction
This is where passion finally puts its armor down.
Zariah and Malik have survived the bruising fights, the ghosts of past lovers, the brutal honesty that almost tore them apart. But healing doesn't come wrapped in clean sheets and pretty words.
It comes in shaky mornings and quiet meals....

"Good boy," she says, and pushes my shoulders back so I'm lying flat. She gets on her hands and knees again and slides down my body, kissing her way to my hips. She gets to my waist and I put my hands on her wrists. "Wait," I say.
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Chapter I: In A Simple Hotel Room
Section II

: In which Charlotte holds back...

Chapter 1
I sat in the back seat of the small red sedan driven by the Uber driver, staring at the headrest in front of me. The music was so loud I could hardly hear Annalise going on about the club and how much fun it would be. It didn't matter how much I protested, she insisted that since it was my birthday we had to celebrate. My idea of celebrating was a nice book and a glass of wine, followed by a hot bubble bath and another glass of wine. Just the anxiety sweat from going to this club was enough to ...

TELEPATHIC BODY COUNT
by ContinentalPsyOp
I suppose it all began when I finally decided to open myself up to a personal relationship with Thoth. It's like they say, I let go and I let Thoth. Thoth, take the wheel. As the bumper sticker says, my God is an Ibis-headed Ancient Egyptian Force of Ineffable Incomprehensible Power Eternal as Nile Herself....

Introduction
Love can't grow in a garden full of secrets.
Zariah and Malik both came into this with scars--but this act? This is where the wounds get touched. Exposed. Tested. Where trust becomes a battleground, and the sex? It's not healing anymore. It's survival. It's proximity therapy. It's using bodies to say what hearts are too afraid to speak....

"I pin her hips against the wall and plant my hands on both sides of her shoulders, feeling the rough texture of the wallpaper beneath my palms. My mouth dives down to her exquisite neckline, kissing my way down her jaw and finding the tendons that stand out along her neck."
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Chapter I

: In A Simple Hotel Room...

The Last Incubus: Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Remote control orgasms.
"A lying tongue hates those it hurts, and a flattering mouth works ruin." Proverbs 26 v. 28.
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Thursday, December 7
6:30 comes early when you get to bed after 3 AM.
The hot shower helped to revive me a little, but I still felt like a zombie when I stumbled into the kitchen. For the second day in a row, Tina had a breakfast of eggs, toast, and coffee ready for me when I came in....

Chapter 4

After leaving Yazmin's mountain home, I headed for Barcelona. I'd spent longer than planned getting to Barcelona and decided to leave the rest of Spain for another holiday. After checking in at a hotel, I spent the remainder of the day checking my share portfolio and lottery wins. Financially, life was looking very rosy. If my 'luck' continued, by this time next year, I would have close to £5m in the bank! Over the next three days, I explored Barcelona, taking in the usual sights and partak...

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....

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...

Chapter 19 -- I Smell Smoke
Tuesday January 3
My eyes blinked open, and I looked over at Brook. She'd managed to kick off the sheets during the night. That would explain why I felt cold. She was gloriously naked, so I took a moment to take in her exquisite body. It reminded me of our fun last night before falling asleep....

Pressure Always Finds the Cracks
The sun rose hot and mean, like it had something to prove. Zariah stepped into the backyard barefoot, the grass slick under her soles, a damp sheet slung over her shoulder. Malik's T-shirt hung off one side, the neck wide enough to show the kiss he'd left on her collarbone. Her thighs still ached. Her lips were still swollen. Her soul still trembled....

*** All persons involved in sexual activity are over 18 years of age ***
Early September
Year 5 of Us
Sunday
I felt the bed shift before a hand began to caress my back. I snuggled closer to Lacey, smelling her hair through her night cap. I smiled as she wriggled against me, then I realized that the sun was up....

Prologue
The group of men my father is talking to look rough. Most of them aren't shy about the guns strapped to their hips. I'm used to it, strange meetings with violent-looking men. Father drags me along to these things like I'm his prized possession, never lets me out of his sight.
Until this trip....

This is a reworking of the first stories I wrote about Linda. It covers the last half of her senior year in high school, the beginning of her exploration of her sexuality to the loss of her virginity. Some new parts have been added, but it has all been re-written and hopefully improved. I will continue revising and extending what I have already written now that I have a more clear idea of how the story will develop. Chapter two will follow her story into her first two years or so in college. The plan is to ...

Welcome back gentle reader
Every D&D campaign I've played in always had its own flare of how the DM interpreted the rules. One of the campaigns I ran had a couple DMs playing in it, and at times the rule debates would get heated. Usually over the dumbest things. Like the volume of a fireball. A 20 foot radius sphere equates to 33 ten cubic foot sections on a map--if you're underground. It was fun screwing with the party by determining where that spread actually went. Above ground was a different matter. ...

The Slap
Scene One
Bar, late night. Rain slicks the windows. She's at the corner, tall glass of something neat, legs crossed like a throne. You walk in like you own the air.
She catches your glance but doesn't hold it. Too proud. Too used to weak men falling at her feet, giving her the illusion of power. You let her live in that illusion--for a minute....

"Real treasure!" Luke exclaimed, taking the offered dirty gold doubloon from Jake.
The stocky detective turned to pick up the second doubloon that had fallen out of the fleeing car. However, while he bent over, another person barreled into him. The impact sent Jake and the other man to the asphalt parking lot. A third man rushed over to pick up the doubloon....

"AAHHhhhhhrrghhh!" Kate screamed in frustration, pushing back her chair to thump her forehead against the dining room table. "Why is it so fucking impossible to find a decent apartment in this city? I thought, you know, 'wait until after the holidays and there should be openings' but noooooo...."
"Welcome to Southern California hunny," drawled Savvy, coming in from the kitchen to sweep away Katie's coffee cup and start setting up for dinner. She paused beside her girlfriend, rubbing her hunched back with...

The Architect


Mitchell Imhoff

Ethan Maynard regained consciousness slowly, painfully aware that someone was putting staples into his scalp but unable to complain about it. Gradually he understood that he was in the hospital and why.
It all goes back to his early childhood, he thought. He was born slow. Not unintelligent, but slow moving. What a disadvantage in a world based on speed, a world of timed tests and sports. He had a strong, biology-based conviction that in any endeavor, it wa...

Act I -- The Afterglow Isn't Always Gentle
Introduction
Zariah didn't plan to stay. Malik didn't plan to forgive. But one blackout, two bare bodies, and a decade's worth of tension later--plans don't mean a damn thing. Between the sheets, they find fire. In the daylight, they find everything else: secrets, old scars, and a dangerous ex who still thinks "no" means "try harder."...

Chapter 10: MARRIAGE AND MORE
Johnnie and Gertie marry
It turned out that Gertie's mother Dotty and Johnnie's mother Milly got on together like a house on fire and made all the arrangements for the marriage, very much following the traditions of the Standhope family. Apparently they both shared a love of music hall songs and would spark each other off with snippets of tunes that they loved to elaborate on or even make up as they sang along in harmony. Their meetings to discuss the wedding at either St...

Disobedience Has a Price
It had not taken many years since ordered societies' demise for the institution of slavery to again take precedence. At the onset of the war, the strong were already beginning to lean towards slavery as an ideal. Many survivors would, after all, do anything to be accepted into the communities that had survived the initial destruction. If they had to bow and scrape to be admitted they most often did, and in a very short time it became the norm, the strong, exploited the weak, and ...