Erotica - Page 44
My Dark Gift Alone, standing in a darkened doorway in a city whose name escapes him, a man is leaning against the wall



Have you ever had a movie, or watched a scene from a movie, that just spoke to you? And not only did it speak to you, but it made you open your eyes and take a better look at yourself? I think everyone has had it happen with at least one movie



Chapter 7 It was lunchtime by the time I made it back to camp. Our beach community was taking shape, with a couple of shelters started, including one for the “infirmary”, a fire pit complete with a ring of airplane seats around it, and a couple of piles of salvaged gear
MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART – 33 GUEST ROOM FUCK We, my husband and I were invited for a dinner party at one of my husband's friend on Friday night. His friend was staying at Gurgaon, little away from New Delhi, where we live



Quick FYI: Codes are roughly for the entire book not just this chapter CHAPTER 1 The young farmer hesitated as he stepped up to the large hole in the rocky side of the mountain. The last time he was here his experience had been amazing


*****Disclaimer: This story is one of my darker ones, with strong non-consent themes. It's also just a fantasy, and the acts in this story I do not condone or support in real life
Returning to School - Ellen Introduction. My name is Greg. After graduating high school I moved to the mid-west for several years where I held a number of less than great jobs and partied like crazy
By Hana M Brimeck I follow the four down to their lair. Huh, doesn't sink as bad as I thought it would, considering we're in a sewer. As we draw near I pick up the scent of incense, the sandalwood was a much needed relief to the senses. “Before we go in..



Oh So Friendly Part 2 I left home to attend Texas A&M and study animal husbandry and business administration. I enrolled in those courses by chance. My original choice was to get a liberal arts degree just so I could say I had a college degree. Then I met a young woman named Colleen



Sorry for any typos. Enjoy! Chapter 3 The day was warm and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily birth



I hadn't had a case in a week and the whiskey bottle was gettin' low



everyone turned their eyes to the smaller boy of the group Kent, a conversation filled with the experience and closely kept fantasies of sex dying down to nothing, despite Kent’s grumpy personality and lack of interest in… anything he was the one with the highest body count being he was a sex worker



I look at the mirror again. There is something just not right with the new suit. The new color? I am Elastigirl! I wanted people when they see me, they see hope! They see happiness! Not some brooding dark superhero. I sighed
Hi, everyone! This is the second story to "Don't Stop" because it was so wanted lol
I was in my sophomore year of high school playing for our varsity hockey team. Our Captain was a senior named Owen and a friend of mine since we were little. Owen was a cute boy and always had smile on his face. He was 5"10 and skinny, but his muscles were still toned