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by Helen Smith (helensmith@fetish-mate.com)

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When a friendship heats up it can take you to places 
you never thought you'd go! (FF, rom)

***

"No worries, it happens," I told her outside the 
playschool. That was the first time we met. Her son and 
my daughter had had a fight, just a kiddie thing, 
nothing to worry about. 

She invited me for coffee and I accepted readily. We 
chatted and laughed the whole morning. I noticed a 
thrill running through me every time we stood close or 
accidentally brushed past each other, I put it down to 
the relief and fun of finding a friend in a new area.

Every morning we dropped the kids off and went to 
Caroline's for coffee, it was a great friendship. We 
spent our time helping each other with the mundane 
tasks around the house and garden, and shared the car 
for the weekly shop. I loved the feeling I had when we 
were together. And the feeling was growing; it was 
almost a feeling of excited anticipation. Anticipation 
of what I wasn't sure!

One particular morning, whilst sharing coffee and chat, 
seemed to be the turning point. The sun was shining and 
the kids were running in and out of the garden.

by Mredfox (mredfox@comcast.net)

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I needed to be loved so bad, I turned to my female 
neighbor, who turned out to be the ultimate love of my 
life. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr)

***

I'm thirty eight years old, got married right out of 
high school and the last three years of what is now a 
twenty year marriage, have for me, been right out of 
hell. I am a very sexual lady, when I was first 
married, we fucked at least once every day, in every 
place imaginable and we kept up that pace for at least 
seven or eight years. After that, it became three or 
four times a week, not quite what I was used to, but I 
could live with it. 

It really started getting bad sexually, around fifteen 
years into our marriage and my husband hasn't touched 
me in any kind of fashion, for over a year, even though 
I have greeted him nude at the door, when he came home 
from work. I have also tried various sexy type outfits, 
to no avail, but a couple of years ago; he said he 
would like to do a threesome, with another woman. 

I just thought then, that he wanted to have sex with 
somebody else besides me, but lately, I have become a 
little desperate, so I asked him if he was really 
serious about having a threesome.

by LeAnna 

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Imagine Grace's surprise when she undressed her lover 
(who she'd just met less than an hour before at the 
party they were both attending) to find that he was 
really a she. What would she do now? (FF, 1st-lesbian-
expr, rom)

***
 
The music accentuated the heavy air perfectly, loud and 
pulsating, almost having a life of its own. The beats 
pounded away in Grace's head, pounding in her body, as 
she took another deep breath of marijuana, reveling in 
the feeling of lightheadedness. 90% of the party-goers 
were stoned or drunk, and nearly everybody was echoing 
the beats of the music with the movement of their bodies 
on the dance floor.

A young man, about 19 years old, engaged in a deep lip-
lock just at the edge of Grace's sight, his hands moving 
lewdly up her shirt and touching the woman's undoubtedly 
hard nipples. Grace sighed, exhaling the smoke slowly, 
and fighting off a bout of depression.	

"Don't think about it!" she chided herself, pushing the 
thought out of her head. The thought that had 
reverberated throughout her mind for a year; "aren't you 
going to get laid yet? Are you going to be a virgin for 
the rest of your life?" 

She'd had her share of suitors, and had her pussy eaten 
out a time or two.

By Meredith Jaussaud (racso26@hotmail.com)

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A 22-year-old woman discovers the girl who has held her 
heart since adolescence. Her 40-year-old Aunt. A 
romantic, captivating journey into the profound love 
between two women. Life long desires are finally given 
their moment to share in this alluring tale of romantic 
incest between Aunt and Niece.  

***

This story is entirely fictional. The characters in this 
story are not real, nor are they in any way related to 
any real living individual. The intent is strictly for 
the enjoyment of all readers, and it is not an 
endorsement of any theme and/or lifestyle.

I welcome all feedback as long as it is supportive and 
heartening. racso26@hotmail.com

***

A Love So Beautiful
by MJ


Meredith was a typical 22-year-old college graduate... A 
prominently radiant woman, her Latina features could lure 
any person into getting what she wanted. She knew this, 
but felt it was unfair to use her body in getting what 
she wanted. Having just graduated, the pressure of 
landing a secure job frightened the young woman as 
college loan companies would soon be banging on her door.

She had always been the independent type; strong and 
secure about herself, not like the rest of her sorority 
friends had been.

by Edward Rider (ed_rider7@hotmail.com)

***

Author's note: The following piece is a work of 
pornography. Because the characters in it do not have to 
deal with the consequences of their actions, they put 
themselves in situations that are undesirable in real 
life. The primary intent of this text is to sexually 
arouse the reader. If this makes you uncomfortable, or 
if you are 19.5 years of age or younger, please stop 
reading now.

***

I hope that if you're reading this, you're too old to 
use this piece of advice. However, here it is anyway. If 
you're just out of high school, and thinking about going 
to a women's college, don't. I did, and while it's true 
there are some nice things about it, there are some 
major disadvantages. In fact, there's mostly just one 
big disadvantage: there's no men.

I guess there are plenty of ways to meet guys, but I 
don't seem to have much luck with it in general. It 
seems like school can end up occupying so much of my 
attention that I don't have time to go far a field to 
socialize. I end up spending too much time hanging 
around campus, with only women for company.

by Rogue Writer (roguewriter@hotmail.com)

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Two girls meet at a party and go find some privacy for 
their own party.

***

NOTE: This is adult material, so if you're too young to 
read sexually explicit things please stop reading this 
now. The same goes for adults who don't like this stuff. 
This story should not inspire you to do anything more 
than have a good time.

Please send feedback to roguewriter@hotmail.com. Without 
it I will only get worse.

***

I was sitting in my living room that Sunday morning, 
working on the broken clasp of one of my anklets, my 
favorite anklet. The most expensive piece of jewelry I 
owned, it was a silver chain studded with diamond chips 
given to me by an ex-girlfriend. But the price tag was 
hardly the reason I cherished it. She gave it to me last 
year for my twenty- fourth birthday and I considered it a 
sign of how she felt about me. I was in love with her and 
it was her way of saying she felt the same.

Frustrated, I tossed aside the anklet and the pair of 
needle nose pliers I was using to fix it. I needed to 
lift my spirits.

by BlueHat (bluehat12345@yahoo.com)

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A swinging billionaire named Louis van Haugh has seen it 
all, but when he discovers The Voltaire, an exclusive 
brothel shrouded in mystery, he gets more than he ever 
would have expected.

***

Dr. Louis van Haugh rode alone in the backseat of his 
personal limousine. It was nightfall, and he stared out 
of the window to watch the lights of the big city whiz 
by.

Louis had seen and done quite a bit in his day; he was a 
bit over 50 years of age. He had always been a hard 
worker, and through his ingenious business strategy, he 
had managed to become a millionaire at age 27. He had 
reached billionaire status while still in his forties. He 
technically never had to worry about money ever again, 
despite his strong appetites for large purchases that 
served to perpetuate a lavish lifestyle.

Under the vast wealth and glamour of Louis's life, 
however, there was always a plethora of sexual activity. 
Louis had always been interested in sex, and his money 
always attracted the most young, beautiful, and perfectly 
figured women imaginable. 

His past encounters had been many, and although he had 
been in many relationships, Louis had never thought it 
necessary or desirable to marry one of these little 
vixens.

By Anonymous Author 

***

A couple attends a rather unusual party. (MF, couples, 
bi, exh, voy, swingers)

***

A rather elegant, hand-addressed invitation was in my 
mailbox on Tuesday.  The ivory bond envelope looked 
very expensive, and was sealed with wax and ribbon. I 
opened the invitation and read: 

'Peter, as a close and very trusted friend of Sam and 
Michelle Rogers, you have been invited to a special 
party on Saturday, June 21. The party will be held in 
Warehouse 8 at Pier 16 and will begin at 9:00 p.m. We 
ask that you be on time, that you wear loose-fitting, 
comfortable clothing, and please, do not bring a 
guest.'

I have known Sam and Michelle for many years. Sam and I 
went to MIT together and he is my best friend. Sam is 
an architect, highly imaginative and one of the best in 
the country. He is a bit of an eccentric genius and 
lots of fun, not to mention a good, dependable friend. 

When my wife, Carol, walked out on me a couple of years 
ago, Sam and Michelle patiently spent more than one 
evening listening to my self-pity and outraged 
ramblings about "That ungrateful, cheating bitch," and 
watched as I attempted to drown my sorrow in a bottle 
of vodka.

by KarenKay (karen@karenkayonline.com)

***

Cheryl shared her secret fantasy about having sex with 
another man. The couple soon agree to explore their 
fantasy together and arrange for a meeting with a black 
man Cheryl picked on an online dating site. (MF, voy, 
intr, rom, swinger)

***

The house is so damn quiet this morning. It's really 
strange not having the kids running and screaming 
throughout the house on a Saturday morning. We got four 
of them to be exact. Millie how is four, Johnny is six, 
Mary and Donny are the twins at eight. I can only 
imagine what my Mother and Dad are going through at this 
very moment.

They were pleased to take them for the weekend. This is 
the first time my parents have had all four of our kids 
over at once. I can see my Mom now fixing breakfast like 
she did when I was that young. Probably cooking oatmeal 
at this very second.

I'm John and my wife Cheryl and I have been married for 
eight years now. We met in college and waited about a 
year after we graduated and found jobs to get married. 
Although we lived together for that year. 

I found Cheryl sexy as hell when I first saw her one 
morning walking across the campus on her way to a class.

by Robin's Lover (address withheld)

***

My first love and I were drifting apart when I met 
Robin. A weekend on Cape Cod ended up very differently 
than I'd expected when Beth brought Mark along. (MF-
couples, voy, rom, swing)

***

There is a special love you feel for a first lover, a 
deep longing that never quite fades even as you grow 
apart. Thus I clung to Beth.

She was a striking brunette, tall and exquisitely 
shaped, with long legs that stretched forever, large 
eyes that could melt any man. In bed her beauty and 
softness drove me wild; at those moments I wanted her 
in every way imaginable, though she seemed too refined 
to consider anything beyond straight intercourse. And 
she enjoyed our lovemaking, in a way that was tender 
rather than reckless.

Now that careers had taken us to different northeastern 
cities, we had settled into a weekend relationship. As 
the months passed, the distance weighed heavily, and 
the fires began to cool -- just a bit, not something we 
noticed or spoke about, but we sensed it.

Although we agreed we would not share our separate beds 
with others, I found my head turned when I met Robin.

by Jennifer S. (jjj3313260@aol.com)

***

A married couple decide to add a bit of swinging to 
their relationship when the husband's expressed 
fantasies takes them into some enjoyable wife-sharing 
experiences during a especially planned trip to the 
mountains in Colorado. (M+/F, wife-sharing, exh, oral, 
swingers, rom)

***

It was a very memorable weekend.

It all started with a ski trip to the Copper Mountain 
Ski Area in Colorado about three years ago. Actually, I 
guess it really started earlier... and reached the high 
point in the mountains of Colorado. Tim and I had been 
married just over 8 years then.

I met Tim while we were both in college at Colorado 
State College in Fort Collins, Colorado. I was from 
Omaha, Nebraska, and Tim grew up on his family's ranch 
in northern Wyoming. We had both had our share of sexual 
exploits before meeting, but nothing particularly 
unusual for those early 80's years in college.

When we started dating, I fell madly in love with Tim... 
and he with me. After several months of dating, we moved 
in together, even though our parents were less than 
supportive of the idea. Shortly after we graduated, we 
got married, and moved into a small house on Tim's 
parent's ranch where Tim went to work for his dad.

by Robnlinda (robnlinda2012@gmail.com)

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A kiss after a birthday party alters the life of two 
couples. (FFM, oral, anal, rom, cpls, swingers)

***

PART 1

It was Jan's 40th birthday and her husband had invited 
my wife and me to go to a small Italian restaurant 
along with two of her other friends to celebrate her 
birthday before she had a party the following Saturday 
night.

When we met I gave the birthday girl a kiss on both 
cheeks.

The meal was great and service very good one of the 
waiters was very attentive to Jan she liked the 
attention she was getting.

Strangely not much was drunk that night, I had to 
drive so I drank mineral water, Jan had a couple of 
small beers, the only person who drank heavily was 
Jan's Husband, Mick. It was obvious that Jan would 
have to drive home as Mick had drunk too much.

We all left the restaurant and it was a lovely warm 
night we walked across the road into the park that 
faced the restaurant.

There were many teenagers in the park, it must be the 
place where the young people go to meet. 

We all looked at the plan of the park and we all 
wandered off in different directions, I was reaching 
the turn in the path when |I noticed that Jan was 
behind me, I waited for her to catch up and as we 
turned the corner we were behind an artificial 
waterfall.

by Illicit Writer (illicitwriter@hotmail.com)

***

A man has a desire for something kinky. His wife 
discovers his fantasies and does something about it.

***

As I made my way home from work, I discreetly checked out 
the classifieds. I didn't look through them because I was 
single. I had been married for three years, but like many 
men, the grass is always greener on the other side. I 
always got a kick out of reading how people described 
themselves and I particularly enjoyed the 'None of the 
above' section. It's kinky description of what people 
wanted sent a shiver through my groin. 

My own sex life was more mundane. While I enjoyed reading 
erotica, most of my own sex life had been rather vanilla. 
Even the woman I ended up marrying, Hanna, was someone I 
had known in high school.

We had met at a bar in my hometown. A night of drunken 
kissing had led to a serious relationship. Hanna was 
attractive woman. She was 5'6" with brown hair and blue 
eyes that danced when she laughed. I'm not sure of her 
exact measurements, but she had a beautiful curve to her 
hips that were delightful to run my fingers down.

by Tony Tiger (tonytigerxxx@yahoo.com)

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Older woman enjoys the single life... finally. (FM+,
swingers)

***

Maggie dried herself after the shower. She looked for 
her robe but had forgotten it somewhere. As she exited 
the bathroom she saw herself in the full length 
mirror. "Not bad for 55 and 2 kids," she thought. 
Realizing that it was warm and no one else was home, 
she decided to be adventurous and just forget about 
the robe. Just yesterday she had read the poem "When I 
am an old woman, I shall wear purple". 

Catching up on reading was her main activity for the 
first month after retiring from a career as a 
schoolteacher. Her husband had died a year earlier and 
her kids were grown and moved away. She had a slim 
body with full slightly sagging breasts and it was 
kept in excellent condition with careful eating and 
regular visits to the adult wellness center.

The poem had struck a deep resonance in her. Her life 
had been very predictable and conservative. At age 
twenty one, after graduating from college, she married 
her high school sweetheart as a wedding night virgin. 
She had brought forth two children and had weekly sex 
until a year before her husband's death.

mental-thoughts:

Morning joys

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