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My Darkest fetish Are story starts with a horny slut of a sub who would do anything to fill his arse to the limit and anything to amuse the Mistress he visited
Harley pulled up in the small driveway leading up to his friend's slightly battered looking house. He had to talk to Anthony. He had known Sarah longer than Harley, and he figured that if anyone could help him out it would be Anthony



All characters are 18 or above. My Black Boy - Part 1 Lying back on my bed, watching the erotic, naughty images on my big screen tv against the wall, I moaned as I stroked my thick, 9 inch cock, feeling the engorged meat swell in my grip. I loved this part


I saw her when she walked into my store, her smile let out this gentle playful laugh. I decided then I wanted her. I imagined clutching her short dark brown in my fingers and push her head in my crotch. I looked her down as she walked past me



The guard-captain was holding Jerry’s handcuffed arms behind his back as he led the condemned man, naked, to the Temple of Torture. Jerry’s heart was racing



Chapter 1 My name is Brandy. I was a very spoiled child. I was even worse as I turned 18 along with a credit card from my father that was unlimited. Every want, every need was just a card swipe away. I always wanted to turn heads, be the center of attention



E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It's the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates



It all started online. I was looking for a steady relationship someone different from those I had dated in the past. And then I found him. The man that fit the bill for being perfect for me. Dave the 30 year old farmer. Kind, caring, very generous, and of course always a gentleman



Lets open the door at Apt 103, its Friday afternoon and community college 19year old student Pete has just returned from his final class . Lets peak into his bedroom now where Pete is having fun with a 60 year old old hag



It was just another normal night at work. A little busier than usual, but that happens sometimes. There was a very nice looking younger black gentleman that came through my line. We chatted for a bit, then he left. That was about an hour before my shift ended



She jumps a little as the engine roars back to life, the car carefully maneuvering around her as she starts to weep, her worst fears coming true
Introduced to bondage Part One Angie and I were meeting friends of Angie for dinner. I had not met them before but Angie met them 6 months ago. Angie is my wife and we have been married for about 5 years
This story happen when I was 23, 5’5 125lbs, 32a, bubble butt and living with my parents, dating my husband at the time. Parents were out west for a few weeks seeing my sister and bf went golfing for the long weekend
May woke with a blinding headache. The Tunnel was dark and dusty, she lay in the filth, a great weight holding her down, she realised she must have fallen and the tram had run over her leg. She heard voices. "Get a fucking move on, you're blocking tunnel
A Sequel to The Councillor It's about (De) Bollocking Pedos basically, If you don't like the F word don't F'ing read it. Any similarity to persons living or dead is unintentional but with such lifelike characters you probably know someone just like them