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A.N. After a long time away from writing and this site in general, I have a reason to pick up a pen again. Couple of quick things first. About 95% of what I plan to write for this story and other chapters will be honest

Suzi -- My wife and My whore It didn't take Suzi long to get with the program. I was pretty sure she would when I married her but still, it's nice to see the actual proof. I'm watching her as I write this

Guys have been sticking it in my ass since I was twelve and it was no big deal to me. If I was horny, and I was horny a lot, I could get off pretty hard getting my butt fucked

The Vampire's Kiss Chapter 14: Passion's Trap The scent of feminine lust filled the SUV as Damien D'Angelo drove it through the streets of Chicago, the impending violence exciting Abigail and their women

“Dude, seriously?” “Yup,” I say, while taking a sip of my beer. Jerry is very enthusiastic about my weekend transgression. I told him what happened because, I couldn’t hide the stupid grin on my face. “And you spend the whole night with this chick?” “I did

I have changed the age of my Niece to be compliant with the rules. I apologize for any confusion, however I hope you will understand. Chapter 9 I woke up on Saturday morning with a smile on my face

It was an unusally cool November afternoonhowever the sun determinedly shone down as Christine slowly walked through the school court yard to the Associate Prinicpals office

Most of the time I aim a easy going guy that lets most things roll off my back. I aim kind and caring to people because that’s how I want to be treated. But once in about five or six years I do seem to get into a fowl mode, complete with a mean streak

I've been on a business trip, and I was only supposed to get home the day after tomorrow. But I figured the last two days will be nothing but partying and getting to know bisness associates. So, skip the partying and get home and nail the wife to the wall

Am I? By Larry Malone It was one of those chilly raining afternoons in November when school was out and there was very little Ron and I could do with our free time. Our fall back activity was always his attic room with our combined collection of porn magazines

Mind-Controlled Blowjob Bliss Chapter Four: Blown by His Friend's Mom A Belt Buckle Mind-Control Story By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Notes: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this! Rosalita happily fell to her knees before me

On Monday Ms. Alyssa Fitch had been called in to sub for a teacher on vacation. She had informed the class that on Friday they would have pet show and tell. It was now Friday and the students had brought in a variety of animals

So remembering the film, maybe an encounter of the first kind might be an exchange of explicit emails from secret email accounts and might include other electronic evidence of a lover's existence like phone sex

My heart was racing, beating out of my chest as Maria’s muffled scream echoed through the room. It only took a second, but as Snakebite bit into Maria’s exposed ass, time seemed to slow. The snap vibrating through my hand and up my arm. “Again

“Seeing how this is our first session, why don’t you tell me about yourself,” she says as she tucks a long string of black hair behind her ear. Her dark brown eyes seem to flicker with the light coming through the window as she stares into mine

SOLUTION – Part 2a HIS WIFE IS ACCUSED OF BLATANT SEXUAL MISBEHAVIOR In the bar at the back of one of the hacienda’s huge, opulent living rooms, Raul Cortez was mixing drinks for he and his cousin, Don Francisco Ramos, the richest man in Mexico, and one of the ten wealthiest men in the world

**The following story is a DD/bg story about consenting adults who are not related. This is actually a bit of a fantasy story for my Dom. P.S

LAST TO KNOW, CHAPTER FIVE I thought I was dreaming. My cock was hard and something was griping then releasing it. I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was not dreaming. My hard cock was still wedged in the cheeks of Beth’s ass and she squeezing them together then relaxing them

On my way back from the shops one morning I happened to notice a sign on a lamppost advertising the race for life where women run a mile in aid of breast cancer

The Past As an only child, with neither the guidance or example of older siblings, nor the responsibility for younger ones, you learn to be self-reliant and to enjoy your own company a lot of the time. Some kids create a fantasy friend with whom they can share “being alone”