Paul Hawthorne had always had sexual fantasies about his secretary, Denise, since hiring her. And why not - she was definitely built for fun! But it turns out he wasn't the only one with fantasies...
When a high-strung administrator and a rugged facilities manager find themselves the last two people on campus, a freak accident with a sports shed roller door turns into a high-stakes lockin. Trapped in the dark as temperatures plummet, exposing a long-simmering friction that is as much about desire as it is about defiance. With no phones, no tools, and no way out until morning, they might be trapped together but for the first time they totally free.
When closing time hits, Keisha gives her big black Santa a reason to keep saying ho ho ho. A dirty, hilarious, and charming erotic romp under dead fairy lights.
Sex Contents: Much Sex | Genre: Humor Tags: Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Humor, Workplace, Black Male, Black Female, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, AI Generated Downloads: 684 Votes:* | Score:* Size: 10KB | 1,737 words |
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A security guard, on his usual rounds, discovers a young girl hiding in the stairwell trying to get out of the nasty weather. He befriends her, only to find out how empty his life really was!
A sexy romp featuring a battle-scarred Marine that returns home hoping to find a place within his troubled family, only to find them enmeshed in a high stakes gamble between the FBI and the Mob! This epic drama is filled with high-energy erotic action. The book is dedicated to a fellow author, Paul, officially known as PabloDiablo, who has not been heard from by the author or the site he frequented and loved, for several years.May the Gods be smiling on him wherever he is.
Brooke needed to find a job to help with the family finances. But the job market was tight and finding a job was hard. Until one day she read an ad in the Help Wanted section of the newspaper...
A Story in the Naked In School Universe
Sam Kramer looked over the kitchen table at her adopted daughter, Greta, and admired the even golden glow of the teenager’s tan unblemished by strap marks or tan lines. “Just how much time have you been spending lazing by the pool, Greta? I ask with no purpose beyond pointing out the the risk of sunburn and skin cancer; you can consider this the 'use an SPF 45 lecture' the combined forces of motherhood and professional nursing wish me to express.
James sat in Ten Forward, listening as Crusher and Troi lamented the polywater incident and how no one had fucked either of them. He sighed, gutted that he’d missed out—his job so lowly he hadn’t even realized it was happening. Had he known, he would’ve fucked them both and married Troi. Q, eavesdropping, materialized to make James’s wish cum true. Not edited by Steven, he's busy working on the New World!
In a shop thick with oil and silence, a clockmaker discovers a key that rewinds time in precise increments. His apprentice, Lira, turns it with him. Loops stretch. Desire deepens. But the clocks begin to falter—and so do they. Ticks blur. Scars remain. Moments once shared begin to slip. Each turn takes something: breath, memory, steadiness. What remains when time breaks around you, and you can’t remember who you were before?