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Story By: by coolswappy: x11mandie When I go over to my best friends house, I always hope that somethings going to happen between us. We're always cuddling and hugging, and she's constantly touching me whenever she can. Not in naughty places though, although I wouldn't mind

Cathy and I should have gone to a motel but the idea of doing it on the beach was really tempting. It was my little fetish to do it outdoors so we set off in search of a nice secluded spot. We found one just as the sun was beginning to set

Chapter Six ZANDER “Yavara, it’s way too easy for me to get through that head. You need to either defend or counterattack; not try both.” Prestira lectured Yavara as the dark-elf collapsed on the floor, her chest heaving

Mike & Tanya have been friends with my wife & I for our 15 years. We all came from the same large group of friends and started dating around the same time as well. We always hang out, the four of us and have a lot of fun together

After Ann left I started to think about my life, way was I looking forward to Ann's gang bang and other things, like my past sexual experience. I decided that I must be living my sexual desirers thru Ann

Friday: Her lips cried no, but her body writhed with carnal passion. Her cries fell on deaf ears, but the language her body spoke was one her incestuous family knew well. Her body began to quiver against her will. She was cumming, and cumming hard

Interview with a rapist. It didn’t start out that way, just sort of happened. I didn’t leave my house thinking I am going to go out and rape the shit out of someone. I was just enjoying the sunshine

My name is Amanda and I was 13 when this happened. Before it happened, I was a happy girl, full of life. I had loving parents and lots of friends. No boyfriends, but I wasn't really interested in boys back then

Kris and Kat, The Swensen Girls June 1962 “Hi, Don! Kris wasn’t expecting you until 6 or 7 this evening. She and Mom just left for some shopping. I doubt they’ll be back for three or four hours. C’mon in

s Wicked Campaign Chapter Three: Futa's First Wild Debate By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “So it's the Saturday before the election,” Adelia said, the caramel-skinned talk show host who was interviewing me, “and you're finally included in the final presidential debate

I should like to remind readers I am the author of the “Winter at Beech Mountain” and the “Have Hands--Will Travel” stories. The account I wrote under--Michael Miller was compromised. XNXX suggested I change to this account

The Devil's Pact, The Hell Chronicles Chapter Five: The City of Brass Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! The God-King – The Abyss I strode through my new dominion, the brass oven of Lucifer

Matt’s heart beat fast, he took deep breaths, and his mind raced. In just a few moments his plane would land on the ground and he would finally meet the girl of his dreams

The world felt the sting of a sudden and destructive attack that seemed to happen so quickly. Every government fought the vile threats. None more than the American government however. For every country had these “Monster Labs”, as they were titled by people all of the world

The Knight and the Acolyte Book Three: Barbaric Splendor Chapter One: The Simulacrum's Orders By mypenname3000 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Thrak – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation The wind was cold

As you heard in previous stories, Angie is a beautiful woman with olive skin, long black hair, nice figure and a pretty face. She’d been a beautiful teenage girl, beautiful coed, and beautiful young woman; and she wanted to experience all life had to offer

I have a friend named Molly, she’s 18 and almost ready to graduate high school. We’ve talked on the phone while I was away and the conversations turned to sex. She told how she wanted to have sex with me, since I’m fairly sure she’s a virgin I was intrigued

Authors Note: The author does not condone any form of non-consensual sex. This is a fictional story, and should not be acted out in whole or part without the willing consent of all

It was late on a Friday night, back in the 90s. The ride home from my regular bar involved two buses. I usually walked the second leg and it gave me a chance to drop into the erotic book store if I went a block or two out of my way. Which I did, pretty much every time

I was in my room on the computer, bored, and surfing for some new porn to hold my interest for a little while