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This is more backstory about Andrea and her slave girl Taylor, both transwomen, who appear in the Mistress Barbara series.Taylor kissed Brad goodbye on the sidewalk in front of their building as he was about to climb into the cab that would take him to LaGuardia.”I’ll be back in about two weeks, baby.””I’m going to
***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***Crowds gather before the stage in X-Town this weekend night, ready to be dazzled as the spotlight shines on stage, with the club’s proprietor, Owo Uwu, announcing to the stage, “Please, put your hands together, and show
“Sit down,” I said to my daughter and her boyfriend, “let’s chat.”Anne, my 35-year-old adopted daughter, sat down in one of my armchairs, while Michael, her 28-year-old boyfriend, sat on the couch. I sat in my recliner. “Dad, be nice please,” Anne said.”I’m not going to be intentionally mean or rude. How nice I am
Author’s Note: A Christmas story only a month and half late! Huzzah! All characters over eighteen.****I took a deep breath before stepping back into the home I’d grown up in. There was such a mix of memories and feelings associated with it that it remained somewhat daunting every time I returned. Mostly the associations were
Shades of LoveLooking through the window gave Peggy a feeling of titillation. She would never have considered herself a ‘perv’ and certainly she had never entertained the idea of voyeurism. Tonight’s venture had begun innocently enough, though there was a point where perhaps she should have withdrawn but chose not to. God, but it was
This night I had a date with a younger white guy that was a customer at the bank that I worked at. I met him out at a club one night, and he asked me if I would go out with him sometime. We decided to make a date, and decided on the night we
Juicy was how best to describe Elinor’s big pussy. Eating her was more than good, it was awesome. But fucking her tight ass was even better.Father Tomas was the first to score her ass in a confessional booth. He had first given Elinor a good face fucking before plowing her tight ass.Father Tomas saw his
I was lying in a field of lilies looking up to the beautiful blue sky. It was a lovely spring day, the wind was gently blowing it was maybe 73 degrees out. I was wearing a light purple sundress, the kind you can’t wear a bra with and some white lace panties. I didn’t have
Night BirdsThe story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are all fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products are intended nor should be inferred.Looking across the table, I could see how my mother had been voted one of the most beautiful actresses in the world. Even
It was a warm, sunny summers day. We were out in the woods hiking, something that we both love to do. Claire was a few meters ahead of me on the walking track, exactly where I like her to be, especially when we are going uphill like we were now. Being behind Clair gave me
“Well fuck you too!” Grant Jenkins cursed as he slammed down the receiver. That was the second time in the week he had been bluntly told he was ‘too old’ when he had made enquiries about a new job and his eyes drifted desolately around the cubicle sized area that was his office. How the
It was a warm Summer Friday night in New York City and I was home for a big birthday party from the beach where I was spending my last free summer before graduating college. The party was at a popular club and was a “creative black tie” so the bow tie and cumberbund were above
Preface: This is the story of Ellen’s experience of having sex with a complete stranger, to fulfill another life-long fantasy of hers. It’s her second ever attempt at writing, in a collaborative effort, by my wife and her girlfriend. Hopefully, in a fictionalized enough way.*Note 1: The following story is based on real-life personal events
FOREWORDA thousand thanks to Julie for her silent contributions.Literotica.com issued a challenge to its volunteer writer’s to create stories for as many categories as possible. The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery and growth involving a small group of people. For your entertainment, and mine
“Oh, Oh, ohhh yeah.”Kim McCall nearly rolled her eyes as she listened to the grunts and groans coming from the guy on top of her. From the sounds he was making a listener would have thought he had a cock the size of a stag film star and was driving it so deeply into the
Angela reconnected with the boy, BF (Benjamin Frost), upon returning home. He was a friend, not her boyfriend. Returning home from college surprised Angela. Her parents, before she went to college, had no reason to doubt their only child. They did not know about that one night in the van with BF. Everything else was
Cindy and the Motorcycle mechanic at work. Sharing Cindy Chapter 13During the last chapter I mentioned that my wife’s boss, Louie had decided to purchase a Harley dealership. Of course this came with a little help from Cindy in making the previous owners very happy and willing to make a good deal. She was rewarded
I awaken before Vika once again, untangling myself from the girl’s limbs carefully so as not to disturb her. I get up and pad out to the living room where I check the camera and batteries mounted on the tripod.For now I merely want to see the quality of the video and to note what
The Camping Trip Part 5Thank you all for reading the continuing saga of The Camping Trip. I appreciate all the support I have received. Please kindly rate my story and leave me comments, I would like to hear what you all have to say. This is a fantasy and I choose to have no STI’s
I woke up this morning with a throbbing erection – I must have been dreaming, because I thought I could feel my mother’s hand on my penis, holding me the way she always used to. I groaned and rubbed myself, remembering the first time it had happened…* * * * *’Wake up, Mum! I’ve brought