Sponges Stories

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Cleaning Up

by RosaMoore on Apr 1, 2020
Loving Wives

~All characters are over 18~ Clara had a long day ahead. Today was cleaning day and her man Fred, who was working from home, refused to hire a cleaner that week. He had other ideas. And she was about to find out what those were. She headed to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter with a black dress. "Dearest Clara," the note read, "thank you for begin...

Driving and Dreaming

by Hikergirl on Sep 13, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

******** I was driving today, to meet a friend for lunch, and daydreaming about my lover as I drove. When I got back home, I tried to describe that dream in writing, intending to send it to him in a note, and the following is the result. Like some of my previous works, I don't consider this story to be a poem. This format is just my way of talking directly...

Goodbye, Miss Granger Ch. 11

by blin18 on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Chapter 11 - Sponge Toss My rushed getaway from Josh meant I arrived the Sponge Toss booth ten minutes early, so I had an opportunity to get a feel for the game before I started getting hit with wet sponges. Mr Mitchell the P.E. teacher was on-deck, his wet and smiling face mounted above the brightly coloured body of a clown painted on the outside of the b...

ShahraBarb's Arabian Nights

by Schwingprose on Aug 30, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Barb sits at the kitchen table sipping her morning coffee as she hunts through the local paper for a job. The want ad reads, "Wanted- adventurous, creative woman for lucrative short-time position. Travel involved. Call 867-5309 for appointment." "That looks interesting," thinks Barb as she circles the ad with her highlighter. Not much else caught her eye in...

The Long Road

by Sexyfunforboth on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

This story is completely true. I am writing it because I have enjoyed many other authors on this site and to offer encouragement to those who also seek fulfillment of their fantasies. * My fantasy began when I was in college. My girlfriend at the time came into my bedroom and apologized for drunkenly fucking her old boyfriend in the parking lot of a local...

Preen

by lindiana on Sep 13, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Dearest, It seems we are doomed to correspond this way, so old fashioned. But our lives are so chaotic and when we do have time to speak, we are often hurried. So I sit here, alone, thinking of you and decided to write you a letter. I dream of a time when every moment we can be together. I need so much to touch you, feel you, and hold you. So many things I...

Miss Dixieland Ch. 05

by scarletlarouge on Aug 20, 2018
Novels and Novellas

Delta Bayou and the Miss Dixieland Pageant (Delta Bayou Adult Mysteries no. 1) ********* Chapter 5: The Car Wash ********** Even though Delta had carefully followed the brightly colored cardboard signs, it still took her a few extra minutes to find her way down the one-way streets of downtown Norridgeton to the address listed on her paper. A few blocks aw...

A Great Start to The Day!

by Karnastorries on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

In the Spanish city of Valencia inside of an apartment building that is situated on the outskirts of the city is a married couple. They are currently sleeping together inside of their small bed; the woman has her head lying across the top of her lovers chest and is facing to left. She has long, black and silky hair, it is so shiny. She sleeps ever so peacefu...

A Harem Fantasy Ch. 13

by madam_noe on Sep 19, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Things were moving fast, too fast. In the morning I sat in my glorious bath alone, soaking away the aches of the night before, and ruminating on the deeply ingrained lessons of history imparted through my education at Cassipe's hand. Ours was a violent Queendom. Once we had been hundreds of tribes, all quite different, according to many even some of those t...

A Painful Detour

by trigudis on Jun 19, 2018
Non-Erotic

"Coming downtown is getting to be an ordeal," Frank Baker complains. "You can't pass a traffic light without these damn black kids forcing their services on you." Frank is sitting at a red light behind the wheel of his big cream colored Lincoln, his wife June beside him. They're middle-age suburbanites on their way to Baltimore's Little Italy for dinner. Th...