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We’re going to have so much fun!On my way down the higher floor, I’m welcomed by many whores. Boys or girls, there are so many of them. Some have different hair, and some have different complexions, but none are what I like.The wide hallways narrow down to a slim alley, exposing the VIP area. From
Do not hate my obedienceand do not love my self-control.In my weakness, do not forsake me,and do not be afraid of my power.–The Thunder: Perfect MindJILLThat may have been the longest I had ever gone without saying a word. My brain felt like a barge being turned around on a waterslide. Her story caught me
“Hello, Agnes.”Sister Agnes looked up from where she was kneeling in her vegetable garden. It was the spirit of Burt, Mayor of Heavenly Aden. It was hot and she wore only a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Burt was shirtless. Her hands were soiled with dirt. “Hello, Burt,” she answered. “Welcome!” She stood
“Members’ Hygiene and Grooming – Jeannie and Francie”While less intrusive than the preparation and purification that Slave candidates underwent, Members of the Society also were required to submit to certain health, hygienic and grooming requirements.First and foremost, all sex at the auction was unprotected. No Member was expected to wear a condom. Each Member (as
I moved into my new house a few months ago and have met a few neighbors. I am in my early 50’s and live alone. Seems a big mix of people but there is a house that has caught my eye. Down the road a bit there is a house with 4 young ladies all
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HannahSeveral days a week my wife and I get to watch my granddaughter while her parents are at work and school. My daughter-in-law, Hannah, is the one to usually pick her up most days. We talk briefly each time and at late she has been more talkative and relaxed around us.Being a warm blooded male
Absent calls for more, this will be the last chapter in this series. It likely will not make much sense if you have not read the previous chapters.She loomed over us. At 6’2″, she was slightly taller than our 6′. But with the heels she wore, she stared down at our naked forms, causing us
“Have you seen your sister?” A voice called from the other side of the bathroom door.”No, I haven’t, dad!” I looked at the door and called back to him.”Okay, let her know I’m looking for her if you see her.””Yeah.” I replied looking down towards the sink at my sister, Jessica.She was on her back.
This is my first story on here so please be gentle with me, I always welcome constructive feedback. I hope you enjoyIt was a warm Sunday morning in the middle of June a gentle breeze carried the sound of birdsong and the rustle of leaves on the trees, rays of sunshine broke through the thin
I was nearly nineteen, and had just finished my A levels at a prestigious British private school, and a friend and I decided to go travelling for a while, to de-stress and await the results. Our families, being rather affluent, were prepared to foot most of the bill, and so the world was very much
We meet at the chic hotel bar, where I have instructed you to come upon your arrival in Montreal.We hug and kiss before sitting at our table. Your body pressed tightly against mine feels wonderful. You are wearing a sexy black dress, one that emphasizes your long legs, with a plunging neckline where the crests
The Mark of AnubisMax hated the night shift. Being a security guard at a museum, while not hard work, was to him often uneventful. Hour after hour he would wander the halls of exhibits, flashlight in hand, his hips swaying back and forth as he listened to club beats on his phone. He would much
I can’t shake the eerie feeling that someone is watching me. The small hairs down my spine stand at attention, as the apprehension in the pit of my stomach blossoms into something I can no longer ignore. Hastily, I scan the crowded bar studying faces, hoping to see someone familiar. The attempt falls short, and
This sadly isn’t a true story, I hope it could be someday.Finally, the date I’ve been waiting for. It’ll be our first time. As I get ready to make sure I dress extra sexy for you, I get out my nicest bra and panties. My massive bra to push up my 30DDD sized boobs (yes
This is a story with practically everything – incest, first time, oral, anal, group sex, erotic couplings, loving wives, lesbian, fetish, voyeurism and exhibitionism. It’s the story of an innocent girl who made the cheerleader squad, her sex starved teammates, members of the football team, her brother the geek, her voyeuristic father, her mother the
Lisa and Barbara went back to their home around two-thirty in the morning.It was a stunning night, one that will go down in the annals of debauchery for all time. Caligula, Nero, Casanova, the Marque de Sade, and that weird looking guy from ‘Dangerous Liaisons’—fucking unimaginative, sexual eunuchs compared to me. Okay, okay, a bit
In today’s moral climate when young girls barely into puberty are given sex advice, condoms and pregnancy tests and their parents don’t even have the right to know about it, the sexual mores of the past are quite unbelievable. No, I’m not talking about the long ago past, but only fifty years.I was an only
I wrestled between BDSM or erotic horror for this story, but in the end decided the relationship between the two main character’s was more BDSM-y.Tess O’Meter — Amber.-XI followed the path through the darkness of the woods. The trees creating shifting shadows as the moonlight broke through, but the path was dark. I kept the
Everyone wants to be near her. I don’t blame them because I do too. My wife Marisa, at 46 years old, is still the hottest woman in the room.We have these neighborhood get-togethers a couple of times a year. It’s an opportunity to get just a little dressed up and spend some time away from