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TWO OLD LADIES DISCUSSING SEX

Two elderly ladies are sitting on the front porch, doing nothing. One lady turns and asks, “Do you still get horny?”
The other replies, “Oh sure I do.”
The first old lady asks, “What do you do about it?”
The second old lady replies, “I suck on a lifesaver.”
After a few moments, the first old lady asks, “Who drives you to the beach?”

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NO BABY PLANES

A mother and her son were flying Southwest Airlines from Kansas City to Chicago. The son (who had been looking out the window) turned to his mother and asked, “If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats, why don’t big planes have baby planes?”
The mother ( who couldn’t think of an answer)told her son to ask the stewardess. So the boy asked the stewardess, “If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats, why don’t big planes have baby planes?”
The stewardess responded, “Did your mother tell you to ask me?”
The boy said, “Yes she did.”
“Well, then, tell your mother that there are no baby planes because Southwest always pulls out on time. Have your mother explain that to you.”

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Connie and Hyde

WARNING: If subjects containing non-consensual sex and violence offend you then please do not read this story. This story is a fantasy and therefore a piece of fiction. In no way does the author condone such behavior in real life, but the author does welcome feedback.

High-Class Smut, Part Two

This is a prequel to part one, told from the point of view of Jake’s wife. I enlisted the help of my own very sex wife in writing this fantasy story. As always, comments are welcomed.

NOT A SINGLE DIRTY WORD IS USED!

Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them. The beech says to the birch: “Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?”
The birch says it cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling.
The birch says, “Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?”
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree and replies: “It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in!”

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Behind the Church Shed

This is a rewrite of an older story of mine by the same name. The ending has been substantially altered. Please let me know how you like it and why; comments are always appreciated. As I’m a male writing from a female’s point of view I’m especially interested in hearing how women feel about the story.