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Rediscovered Love is Forever
A reacquaintance renews lost love.
Editor: Clarissa, developmental editor. Many thanks for her invaluable assistance with grammar, style, and plot development. All other mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual situations are eighteen years of age or older. This story is a work of fiction. The intellectual property of Egregious. Copyright 2025....
Sex Over the Age of Fifty-Years-Old
Most all women over the age of fifty, including your mothers, are whores.
Jack and Ava are a married couple in their fifties. Jack loves his wife, and Ava loves her husband. Their second marriage, with four children between them from their first marriages, they've been happily married for more than a dozen years now....
This is something that came to me after reading a few stories about sexy card games. The setting is a group of people playing an ice breaker card game. As always everyone involved is over the age of 18. No sexual content.
I laughed. "What have I thought about doing? With any one of you."
Melissa giggled with angelic joy. Her eyes shining brightly in their own individual smiles. "That's what the card says." She carefully recited the line on the game card. "What have you thought about doing with...
You may want to read parts 1 and 2 first.
- I'm not a native English speaker, so if there are mistakes, I apologize! I do check them. The best I can. I'll also switch between scripts and prose, so bear with me when I try to learn all the tricks.
- I'm accepting feedback; I'll just ask to keep it HELPFUL and CONSTRUCTIVE....
The French Shop Keeper
After finishing a delicious lunch of soupe Γ l'oignon gratinΓ©e, crusty baguette and pΓ’tΓ© de canard, I considered remaining at my sidewalk table to people-watch while sipping a second glass of the exquisite wine for which Bordeaux is renowned. It was an unseasonably warm afternoon in late spring and the idea of basking in the warm sunshine as I became pleasantly tipsy had much appeal. But I wanted to make the most of my brief port of call visit to the lovely old city so I signal...
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"The course of true love never did run smooth." - William Shakespeare.
If you had told me a year ago that a single night in a Midwest club would unravel my whole world and somehow stitch it back together in a completely different shape, I would've laughed, flipped my hair, and told you heartbreak wasn't in my brand....
Author's Note: This story is based on fiction, and all characters are 18 years of age or older. The setting for this story takes place in 2006 when MTV was in its prime as the source for musical information. Kind reminder that this is a novel length fantasy with a semi-slow burn. If you haven't yet read the first installment, I encourage you to do so in able to immerse yourself in the romantic fantasy....
read in fullContinued from ZΓΆe Part 1
We drifted off into a deep sleep. Next morning, I was awoken by the sound of the balcony door sliding shut. ZΓ΄e was outside having a smoke. I stayed where I was and savoured the delicious comfort of the bed linens and the lingering aroma of ZΓΆe and the previous night's lovemaking....
Artist and Model
Dear reader:
This is a tale of romance, the love of art, the challenges of marriage, erotic temptation. Enjoy.
Jane Hogan had just celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday, her first since she was separated from her husband. Neil had surprised her by sending a dozen roses. It was a less than a joyful celebration. It was a year before this that they decided to separate rather than rush into divorce. Jane was willing to go to counselling but her husband wasn't. He just wanted solitude....
You Never Know Where - Chapter 1
By Nutmegman
I finally made it back home to stay, after months in California, finalizing the sale of my software to a huge company out there. I finally could get back to my exercise routine and get back into shape.
I was jogging around the baseball field at the School Street Park in Agawam where I go to run every Monday morning. I jog around it as much as I can and then walk around it a few more times. I kept passing this attractive lady (from the back). Just this l...
Friday
Harry had no experience of this kind of website. He was astonished at the range of things on offer and also astonished at the cost of some of the more elaborate models.
He had woken that day not wanting to waste any time following through on Olivia's request from the previous evening. To say that he was feeling extremely good about the sex they had enjoyed was an understatement. It had been fantastic, beyond his expectations. Then to cap it all Olivia had asked him to buy them a sex toy to make...
Witters Note:
This is a slow story (also my first,59 chapters have been written editing is going on for them), non-erotic in the beginning though there is teasing up to chapter 15 where the full on on erotica starts. Uploads for the story would be weekly ranging from 2.5K to 4k words each. The story is centred on romance and soon moves to soft dom territory the romance part stays. Mainly this is based on the female MC's POV all though it is written in 3rd person because I like to jump to different POV's....
'That was... intense... evening.' Holt stood behind Aleera, hugging her tightly. The ball finally ended and they returned to the 'Silvery Flame'. Now they were in Holt's cabin, surrounded by darkness, enjoying the sensation of their bodies pressed against each other.
'Was, as in has ended already?' she asked, with joyful defiance in her voice, reaching up and behind her to touch his face....
[I am not even going to try to catch you up on the events that precede this story. If you want to know, go back and read the others. I recommend it. But then again, I wrote it - so there is that.]
REVELATIONS...
My heart was racing. Laying breast to breast with Gracie, I could feel her heart beating barely half as fast as mine. She had rehearsed several times (so I would learn later) the message she was now delivering. She was more than ready....
It was a little after three in the morning and someone was banging away on my doorbell. I pulled up the ring cam and saw a woman standing there holding a toddler. Lightning lit up my window followed by a thunderous boom as I raced down the steps. I opened the door, and the woman said, "Can we come in Jack?"...
read in fullHe wakes up and immediately reaches out to touch her, eyes still closed and heavy.
She's gone already. Or maybe, she was never even there. Sometimes it's so hard to remember. He sighs, and tries to find the will to open his eyes. Because if she's gone already, what's the point? He grunts, and rolls off the bed onto the floor. That used to make her laugh so hard. He can almost feel her cold feet on his back, pushing him off the bed into wakefulness. He chokes back the threatening tears, and clambers to hi...
Port Howard, West Falklands, March 1982
Autumn in the Southern Hemisphere had already begun in March with its usual storms. It was not without reason that sailors and seafarers of past centuries who had ventured into the South Atlantic for various reasons had dubbed this region the "Roaring Sixties." I, Margret MacIntosh, nΓ©e Douglas, called Maggie, thirty years old, widowed for two years and without children, had been managing our family farm above Port Howard on the sparsely populated western main isla...
Carrie was supposed to be looking for--what? A deed? A birth certificate? That fucking folder Angela swore was somewhere in "one of the green bins in the guest room closet." The closet that smells like plastic and garlic salt. The closet with three decades of Catholic guilt boxed up in Jo-Ann Fabrics tubs and labeled in Angela's fat red Sharpie....
read in fullNOTE: This is a companion story to Randy's Sow. They are intertwined.
WARNING: This story has a harsh beginning.
Ming Lee was born in China. She had a very rough life. When she was twelve, her parents and her were arrested by the Chinese authorities. They never knew why. After two years in a "re-education" camp her father died. She was fourteen when her father died and shortly after he died, they were expelled from China. They never knew why....
To those who find true love again
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After Marci left I was reeling over the knowledge Marcia had sent Marci there to have sex. I thought Marcia and I had a moment. Apparently she was only a scout. Or worse.
Tuesday night, the doorbell rang. Marcia. With food....
I suggest you read the previous chapters, you'll enjoy the next two chapters more if you do. This has been fun.
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Guess how many people were in our bed the next morning before breakfast....
This story is a slow burn. You do not need to be familiar with the fictional characters Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter to enjoy the story. That said, I'm hoping fans of the characters like how I handled them.
[Chapter 1] is fun, but it's mostly character development
[Chapter 2] leans hard into Romance Elements...
"That was the perfect day," I said wistfully as we sat beside the fire watching the last of the light drain from the sky in a show of spectacular warm colors. I'd started the day enamored by your truck as I pulled onto the camping beach. I parked nearby to get to look at it and dreamt of building mine up like it one day. By the end of the day, I was enamored by you; so playful, so free, so quick to laughter....
read in full"This is silly," I whisper, glancing around the bright room.
"It is not. It's the oldest science."
Cam and I sit side by side at a glass-topped wrought iron table in a stranger's sunroom. Cam has been sitting for exactly ten seconds and already he's sprawling like he owns the place, ratty cutoff jeans and duct taped flip flops tragically visible through the tabletop....
Blair waits until she's out of sight and then makes a break for it, booking it down the halls in a way that's very unbecoming of nobility, or anyone wearing a ridiculously flowy skirt for that matter.
She's not used to such feminine clothing, having always opted for more casual stuff back home. Sweats, tennis shoes, and the everyday teenage girl outfits. But now, her heels claw at her feet, and she wobbles as she tries to keep pace with Sophie....
All I Want (standalone; one-shot)
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R. D. Oliver (2025-June-14)
The Teams meeting ends and I shut down the webcam before putting the desktop to sleep. Now alone, I take off my glasses and rub my eyes. Gods, I'm tired. The home office is a dozen time zones back from where I am, and their business day only starts long after the work day of most locals has ended. I'm almost thirteen thousand kilometres from where I was born, grew up, from everything I've ever known. I don't mind. Because here was...
Becoming Monsters is the creation of AiLovesToGrow, setting used with permission.
The idea for this story comes from Amethyst Dragonfly. With special thanks to TheNyxianLily for help brainstorming this time around. Oh, and fans of Forged in Fire might recognize a reference or two in this chapter.
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This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Gardener contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments....
read in fullLoving Who You Are
I like to write romance stories about people of a certain age finding love for the second time. This is one of those stories.
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It was a Saturday in June. The sun was bright, the sky was clear, and a young woman we both worked with was getting married for the first time. She was clearly excited, almost giddy, and we were all excited for her. We'd met her fiancΓ©, and we all approved. It looked to be a good union, so when we were invited to the out-of-town wedding, we dec...
The Test of Time
Tom stood in front of the old house with a weariness that wasn't just radiating from his aching joints and muscles. It also lived deep in his soul along with something else that had been growing over the last few months he been unwilling to name yet out of fear.
Taking a firm grip on his cane he turned and slowly climbed into the passenger side of the car. Tom hated to admit it but he was an old man. At eighty-three years old it seemed like he felt every joint in his body anytime ...