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Waiting to Exhale

by halfmoonfrenzy on Sep 3, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"Sometimes, I forget to breathe" Those were the words she uttered, almost sheepishly, as they chatted one afternoon. He didn't made much of a comment to her in response, not wanting to over react or let the conversation take a turn from the friendly tone they enjoyed. But suddenly a sort of tunnel vision set in. He couldn't recall the comments immediately b...

A Last Reply

by starrkers on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

This is a reply to an earlier letter posted in this category called "A Last Thought". It is a short piece and this will make much more sense if you have already ready the other. Hey Hot-Stuff, I got your letter yesterday. Guess your privileges held up and they sent it straight away. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do what you told me. Well, I am going to...

Remember / Forget

by Alicetv_ on Sep 15, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

"Good girl. Go Deep. Go deep and listen to my voice. And, go blank. Blank and empty, and open to instruction. From now on, whenever your Mistress says the word: COLLAR you will immediately feel the sensation of cold, hard metal close and lock around your neck. And you should know that the collar can give you an electric shock if you move around too much,...

Since U Been Gone

by JukeboxEMCSA on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

I sppose yo're a bit crios abot the way I type. To be brtally honest, I'm a bit crios abot it myself. I know that something's nsal abot it, bt I can never qite seem to figre ot what it is. It's not that I'm confsed, yo nderstand. Well, not as yo wold se the word 'confsed', at least. Bt I jst...well, it's a bit of a long story, bt if yo don't mind a bit of at...

Yellow Roses on Valentine's Day

by SuperHeroRalph on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A loving husband buys his beautiful wife yellow roses every year for Valentine's Day. I gave my wife, Helen, flowers lots of times but I only gave her roses on Valentine's Day, a tradition we started from our first Valentine's Day together. Our wedding anniversary, roses signified that Valentine's Da...

Forget The Rain

by Invisible2u on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I sat at the window watching the clouds pour sheets of water onto the ground, forming rivers along the low parts of my yard. The voice on the other end of the phone did nothing to help my melancholy mood. The summer rain always depressed me. I didn't know why. It just seemed to darken my day and make me moody and gray. I realized that he was talking, but I...

Crib Notes

by velvetpie on Sep 16, 2017
Non-Erotic

"Don't touch me!" Charlotte Miller cringed in the corner of her room, her hands balled into fists, ready to attack the first person that approached. We all stood looking at her, wondering what had set her off. Even the nurses didn't know. Nurse Stenton just glared at her, pissed off beyond words and trying to find a way to remain professional. And there was...

Forever Love Forgotten Ch. 05

by DirtyStoryWhisperer on Mar 12, 2019
Romance

Diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, George forget his wife, his children, and his grandchildren. Continued from Chapter 04: She paused as if thinking what she was going to say next. Then before asking him and interrogating him, she looked at him with renewed sexual arousal. As if she was imagining him with her sister, she continued masturbating herself whi...

The Exchange

by the_shires on Sep 12, 2017
NonHuman

~ It was beyond stupid of me to walk home alone this late at night. I should have taken a cab. I would have been safe in my own bed by now if I had taken the ten bucks and called a cab. Now I was going to die, all alone in a dark alley. It was strange. I should be in agony. Hell, I should be scared, but after the initial bite, my natural instincts to fight...

A Tale of a True Love

by xenin on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Year 2001. I was then two years away from the ending of my secondary school life. It was the middle of winter and spring. I was then on the age when a boy or girl learns to see the world with a new view. I also got that view; I also opened my eyes wide. I learnt to feel the feeling of something heavenly. I learnt to see a beauty with mind's eye. I learnt to...