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Ste. Vivienne's Clinic: Neurology

by Tara_Neale on Sep 11, 2017
Chain Stories

Fate can have a funny sense of humor sometimes. Or so I learned the hard way. It was my final term in nursing school and I was assigned to the neurology unit at Ste. Vivienne's Clinic. Worse yet, being a mere student, I ended up with all the night shift. And usually the most disagreeable of the patients. He was one of those. Charles Chatsworth. Oh, don't...

The Bus

by EmmaSkye on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Finally we both have a couple of days off from work. We decide to go to Cripple Creek for some sight seeing and a little gambling. We'll take one of the gambling buses and let someone else do the driving. Its a 2 hour trip and we decide to leave after work so we'll have more time to enjoy ourselves when we get there. The bus leaves at 8pm so we rush home, sh...

Kellye Cripple

by smut_princess on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

I had frequented Mistress Rosalyn's whorehouse for a few years and had always enjoyed her selection of prostitutes. I had secretly been wanting to go into one of the special fetish rooms on the third floor of the house ever since I had heard about them, but until today I had never had the spine to actually go. For some reason, though, today just seemed like...

The Cripple & the Whore

by martyl40 on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

I am 29 and I feel that my life is over. Late last year, about 8 months ago, I was in a car accident which left me paralyzed from the waist down. I know... I know... I was lucky not to have lost my life, but it feels like I have. In the months of therapy I had, I managed to alienate all of my friends and family, including my girlfriend. I have been living al...

Tara

by glamapaka on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

tara It was a hot Monday afternoon in late June at the university library and it was six years since Jack had been back to his old university. The basement of the old library was nice and cool and it smelled exactly as he remembered. As Jack wandered through the building, the old smells and sounds were like an old familiar friend and he opened his mind to t...

Wet Dream

by EroticAuthor1969 on Oct 16, 2018
Erotic Couplings

He swivelled over the pool, swinging his legs in the way that a small child does on a swing. Then, the hoist's ratchet clicked as it lowered him slowly into the pool. The warm water first wrapped around his ankles, and then slowly crept up his legs, groin and then body, bringing instant warmth to limbs that suffered from poor circulation. "Just another bori...

The Trail West Ch. 08

by woodmanone on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 8 -- The Conclusion Please read Chapters 1-7. They will give you a better understanding of the characters, situations, and obviously how we got to this point in the tale. There are no graphic sex scenes in this story. As usual constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my tale and please enj...

Twilight

by SW_MO_Hermit on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

twilight noun 1 the soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon, caused by the refraction and scattering of the sun's rays from the atmosphere. • the period of the evening when twilight takes place, between daylight and darkness: a pleasant walk in the woods at twilight. 2 [ in sing. ] a period or state of obscurity, ambiguity, or g...

Quad Fucktoy

by xo2222 on May 12, 2020
Fetish

My back is to his chest as I sit on his lap. It's a weird feeling and I'm not talking about being impaled on his dick. That's also new but nothing I didn't anticipate: Some pain from having a ten-inch erection forced up my asshole, excitement and arousal at trying something new, and forbidden, largely underestimated pleasure from massive penetration so close...

Denise and the Banker Ch. 02

by Marty Eagan on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Chapter 2: The Next Day Sleeping in on Saturday morning was interrupted sooner than Denise would have preferred. At around 8:30 the phone woke her from a weary slumber and she groaned upon checking the clock. Rolling over, she grabbed the wireless phone from its cradle. "Hullo?" she croaked. The caller was Betty, the bartender from the Garden Patch restau...