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Short sex stories

This storyline has become a favourite of mine. If your comments are any indication, you, the readers, have enjoyed it as well. So, Samantha and Alex are back for round three. I hope you like this one,

train   the  

Author's Note: It's here! For those of you just tuning in, I highly recommend reading at least the previous chapter before jumping into this one. As always, don't be shy to send some feedback :) Thank

falling   time   for   the   first  

I once met this enchanting creature while browsing through the new releases at a local book store. Straight off, I knew there was something unique and compelling about her- not sure what, but I was in

ines   bookstore   the  

1. A young woman was walking in a very peculiar manner down the sidewalk next to the university in the little city of Carrington. She looked like most normal tweens: her ashen blonde hair was firmly t

witch   carrington   the  

Mr. Big has come into the doctor's office complaining of pain in the groin area. The nurse, Victoria, takes Mr. big back to the exam room. "Please put this on so the doctor can exam you." Victoria tel

big   and   nurse   the  

The sharp ring of an alarm clock located on her burnished oak bureau across the room, brought Dharla abruptly from a deep, restorative sleep. Opening a lazy eye just a crack, she peered groggily at th

claiming   the  

Thanks to Todger65 for editing. ***** My name is Thom, always spelled it with the "h." I grew up in a typical suburban Long Island community. My Dad was a building contractor and I worked weekends and

year   crush   the  

Chapter 5: "Go on, open it." Shona passed the envelope to Mark. "It must be good news. Nobody uses snail mail any more except for special occasions." Mark and Shona were squashed together in Mark's si

thread   that   binds   the  

So here's another. It's a bit on the mainstream but at the same time not really. There's an editor I owe a lot to but I never quite got the name. I'll update this bit as soon as I find out. Get popcor

the   exception  

This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places,

customer   saga)   (dexter's   the  

The Marquess of Ravenswood hated dramatics. He also loathed crowds, prying eyes, and London. Yet, there he sat, in the very back row of what was surely the most infamous, crowded event in the city's h

mistress   auction   the  

His gaze shifted to Kit still kneeling on the floor and waved his fingers at her, beckoning her onto the sofa beside him. Kit stood and sat on the edge of the couch. "On your knees here, beside me." H

cabin   lake   the  

* Doug * As it turns out, there are eleven of us crammed into Todd and Aaron's living room for the read-through on Thursday evening. Larry, Daniel, Shawn, and Tom are all squeezed together on the sofa

between   lines   the  

Carl, a seasoned editor for a large publishing house, sat behind his desk wearing a white shirt with a navy blue tie, horned rimmed glasses that balanced low on his nose, wisps of hair that was not co

teacher   the  

Hey Folks, Happy Thanksgiving, I wrote this one with the idea that it would be a nice long Holiday read. It's a bit different from my usual Turkey Day stories. Believe it or not this time the turkey s

talk   town   the  

CHAPTER 10 – THE BIG Y The clit in the crotch of the Nile. We started our time in Sudan with having our first row. It was about some silly little thing, so small and silly that I have forgotten what i

trip   tina   sudan   the  

I let out a frustrated grunt as I left the building and made my way across campus to my next class. I really wasn't lying about being nearly late for class as I headed inside of the classroom. Everyon

love   the   professor  

Emelie nervously fidgeted as she waited for him in the tea room of the rehab center. To her, the facility looked a lot more like a luxurious ski resort, with its lovely colonial architecture and ameni

the   schoolgirl  

1984 was here at last. It was supposed to be an ominous year, but I was looking forward to it. This was going to be a good year, a travel-the-world year, a big-brother-doesn't-see-me-at-all -year. I w

tina   the   journey   begins  

A cup of mint tea did nothing to lift my mood. I was trying really hard to get things into context, and having found one girl that killed herself down here and another that had come close I had to sta

big   brother   the   hole  

ABBY. 1. Abby wiped the steam from her mirror to better see her reflection. Britney Spears blared from her cell phone. Abby sang along into her hairbrush. "I know I may come off quiet, I may come off

the   head   nod  

Chapter 02: Uncle Bill and Kate Authors note: This story is a continuation of a previous story entitled ""Uncle" Bill the mentor". Although it can be read independently, I'd suggest reading the first

bill   "uncle"   mentor   the  

Author's note: Thank you to my co-creator and editor, the Brit. This story's been a hell of a ride, and I'm grateful that we got to ride it together! xoxo In previous chapters: Dan, a cop, had attempt

hitting   the   bottom  

I loved her. She was my Bunny, my fuck bunny, my partner in crime, my companion. There is not a day I don't think about her. I miss her humor and wit, and the honesty with which she spoke; I can still

rider   bunny   and   the   love   lone  

On a clear summer evening you walk the path to my door and up the steps. There you see a note pinned underneath the brass knocker, your name written upon the folded page. Your brow furrows, wondering

bubblebath   the  

Summer '83 saw me a very different person than I was just a year earlier. As far as I was concerned, I wasn't a boy anymore: I was a man. A year in the Academy had changed me for good, and by far for

into   taboo   zone   deeper   the  

I awoke to a throbbing headache. Every heartbeat was an explosion of pain. It took all the strength I had just to sit up. My head spun for a second before I allowed my eyes to flutter open. Tears blur

boss   the  

It was winter. It was wartime. It was snowing. There may have been other factors that mattered in the, but none so much as these. It was bitterly cold—the kind of cold that left beads of ice frozen to

priestess   solider   and   the  

Strictly fiction. Many thanks to my editor "Wicked Inside". ***** Bright light was pushing its way around the edges of the wooden blinds. I could feel that it was probably time to get up, so I slipped

holiday   riviera   spanish   the  

All characters involved in any and all sexual encounters in the story are over 21. Any similarity to actual person alive or dead is purely coincidental. ***** December - Alan finally had everything re

woman   the   perfect