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The Tree House

by drlust on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The Tree House My thanks to Chastity420 who suggested that I turn this real life adventure into a story. Every year on May 1, my wife and I put the kids to bed, pour ourselves a strong drink, or two, and then recite our favorite poem: Hooray! Hooray! It’s the first of May. Outdoor fucking begins today! I learned this poem many years ago from a book by th...

All I Want for Christmas

by gldngolfer on Jan 6, 2020
Non-Erotic

This is a little something I threw together quickly for the holiday. Hopefully you like it. _____________________________________________ ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS One of my favorite songs when I was a kid was that silly one about a kid wanting his two front teeth for Christmas. But then again, I was that kid missing his two front teeth. And no, Santa Clau...

The Tree

by CuriTab on Sep 14, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

There is a tree in your backyard. When your house was sold to you, the previous owner could not stop smiling as she pointed it out to you. You couldn’t understand why. It didn’t seem like a remarkable tree, and for the first year you lived in the house, you didn’t notice anything. It looked like every other oak tree you’d ever seen or climbed over as a chi...

The New House Ch. 02

by perrybroom on Oct 15, 2017
Fetish

One Saturday Steve told, nay ordered me, to follow him on a tour of our somewhat neglected garden. At a large tree right at the end of my property, the hedge bordering fields, he called a halt. "This will do nicely. See this area next to the tree; I want it cleared of all weeds and rubbish by evening." Steve told me, indicating the overgrown ground beside t...

Nature Loving

by fantaseeboy on Dec 25, 2018
NonHuman

My company had relocated me to a city on the East Coast and hired a real estate agent to assist with my purchase of a house. I wound up buying a three-bedroom affair with large yards on a quiet cul-de-sac. Living alone and knowing I'd be working long hours, I immediately hired services to maintain the lawns and clean my new home. After four months, I hadn't...

The Horned Virgin Ch. 01

by AnthonyQuill on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The multi-faceted land of Perversia contains many strange rituals and beliefs throughout its sprawling continent, but perhaps none are so strange as the marriage ceremony of the village of Tarr. For within the stone walls that protected the inhabitants of Tarr from raids by the beastmen, the ceremony of marriage was one which involved the worship and involve...

The Tree House

by hakawati on Sep 17, 2017
Group Sex

Mike, Cindy, and Todd had been friends since the third grade. Mike and Todd came to pick up Cindy for their senior prom. Cindy was in a black knee length spaghetti strap dress. Cindy almost never wore a dress. She had always been just one of the guys. Tonight she would be different. Mark, Cindy and Todd went to the dance and had a good time. Mike would danc...

Treehugger

by nicecthulhu on Sep 14, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Thank you to catbrown and searchingforperfection for editing this story. Once again, any remaining errors or problems are my responsibility. * The bone-white clouds hung in the sky: moist, cold and seemingly eternal. Alarmed at his turn of thought, Paul rubbed his eyes and forced his imagination elsewhere. The breeze coming off the small lake was too weak...

Lula May Gets Her Wood Cutter

by cooterfishin on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Hi, this is Bud from Calders Draw. Momma made some of the best cooter soup with dumplin's I have ever had. The cooters were just the right size for soup. Cooter are sure hard to catch. And once you catch them you can't just let them run off into the crick again, or you have to catch them again. Before I was an expert at catchin' cooter I would try to tie the...

Under the Willow Tree

by Flashlight7.5 on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I hadn't paid any attention to the shape of Amish girls' backsides until one of them mentioned it. I was on the front porch of the farmhouse I'd bought with the advance from my last novel. It was a perfect spot to work on the new book. It was June, and I was halfway into the third chapter. I was on the open front porch and about to write another thousand wo...