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Send Us Your Smut - The Rest Stop - by Michele
Here's another one by Michele - about finding more than you were looking for.
The Rest Stop
Driving down the highway , almost half way thru my day. The sun is high in the sky ,burnt blue. The wind is hot. I’m looking for a diner, or even just a rickety old gas station with an out-of-order pump. Any place where I can get something cold to drink. I haven’t seen a soul for hours. Buildings appear in the distance. I pass the first one and see crumbling plaster, broken chairs, an over turned table. Graffiti covers the walls. I see something up ahead, in front of the next building. It’s a motorcycle, black, a low-rider, coated with a thin layer of dust. A well-traveled backpack is strapped on. There’s a sticker on the tank that says. “This Bitch doesn’t ride Bitch.”
Send Us Your Smut - Winter by Brian Hespeler
Here's a great one for the weather we're having right now.
Winter - by Brian Hespeler
It’s night. It’s winter. It's cold.
Your cheeks are so red.
I grab your shoulder and back you into me. I can feel your pulse. I start to barely kiss your neck. This time I pull my arm across the top of your breasts and down your right side. I get down to your hip but stop.
My glove.
"Bite," I say when my fingers get to your lips. You can feel the burst of heat from my hand near your cold skin.
Send Us Your Smut - The Walk Home by Rachal P.
Since it's too cold for outside play right now, and we can't go into the playgrounds anyway - here's a little story to help us fantasize about both of those things,
The Walk Home.
By Rachal P.
The empty playground beckoned invitingly in the darkness as we walked slowly home from our Friday night. I took her hand and pulled her toward the abandoned jungle gym.
“Hey, home is the other way,” Lou protested as we crossed the street.
“Shh, I have an idea,” I said, and my pulse quickened in my throat as I anticipated what I had in mind.
Send Us Your Smut - Social Distance.....
This story by Erika is perfect for these times when may of us are in isolation - hopefully with someone we enjoy - but for those of us who are alone - there's always erotica! Thanks for the story Erika!
It is day 12 of self-isolation and we are beginning to forget that a whole other world exists outside of our cozy little home. My partner and I typically get along well, just the two of us, happy in our own reality. We’ve been together for almost a decade and there is no one else I would rather be quarantined with, although I do miss interacting with people from the outside world.
Send us Your Smut - Dream Come True by CSS
Here's another little story by CSS about waking up from a dream. They didn't give us a title so we've titled its 'Dream Come True'.
You wake in the middle of a naughty dream that was just getting good,
and you can feel that all too familiar tingle between your legs. As you
start to think back on the dream you realize that not all of this was a
dream, you feel someone at the base of the bed underneath the covers.