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It was a muggy August evening as Tyler sat on the couch flipping through the channels to find something worth watching. It was about 11pm, yet the temperature held steady at about 88 degrees with an equivalent dew point
***** The Contest was to make a Panto using a Fairy Tale. As an American I really don't understand the concept of a panto but with any luck I made an enjoyable story. There is very little in the way of explicit sex in this story though I tried to make it as suggestive as possible



----- Full Moon Rising: Part 1 On a dreary, meek night; I found myself alone, walking down Poplar Ave after a rocking party. "REXWhat happen to, "I'll be your wing man?" What a douche, walking off with a blonde bimbo



Cow Girl. Chapter One. Carol was not your typical Iowa high school girl. She was raised by what could only be called a dysfunctional family. Her parents paid very little time concerned with her happiness or comfort
I work at the animal shelter, my dream job, but lately I’ve been having a hard time concentrating on my job. I’ve always had a high sex drive, call me a nympho if you want, wanting sex 24/7 always looking for my next “high”. I never thought it would cross over into my job



11. Day Five Tina had gotten some sleep during the night even if she had woken up a few times during the night. This was far better than the cage. Tina's udders and clit still burned but not as intensely as the day before
Fbailey story number 789 Robin The Nanny It was possibly the most incredible climax of my life. Cum kept shooting up into her forever. I lost track of how many squirts I had shot into her very talented pussy. I opened my eyes and looked up at her
After that really surprising and very horny night when Irene let my dog Barny fuck her, she never spoke about it and I thought it must be all over because she made sure Barny was always shut in downstairs when we went to bed



Tina was in taking a long, hot bath. She felt sticky from the hot sun and all of the fun that she had been having. She thought back to all she had done since she had gotten there. She had been busy. She had met a few great guys, as well as being with her man, David



Jennifer was walking with her friends in the mall, and she was making jokes for her friends’ amusement. Young teenage guys walked by her and gave her nods, or winks, flirting with her. She enjoyed the attention. One guy gestured for her to come over
This is a very long story and this is not the chapter to start with. You can, but you'll be a little lost because many things have already happened. If you aren't interested in a long incestuous family drama, turn back now
I was 24 and clicking around on craigslist trying to find a black man (or men) to worship for the night. After searching through the multiple categories for such ads I found a hunk in his early-forties who was sporting a ten inch black cock



The Club Chapter 7 – Everyday Routine I had daily routines that I was starting to follow. Or at least certain things I would expect on different days of the week. Part of my routine was being monitored by Mr. Savage in every way, some days more closely than others
My First time with Rolf A little about myself and my husband John would be appropriate before the story I think. He is just a plain Texas country boy, nothing outstanding except his ability to fix anything that runs. He has been a little kinky as long as I can remember


*BEEP BEEP BEEP* "Fuck" thought Kate "Fuck that goddamn alarm" she rolled out of bed and squinted at the light spilling in through her bedroom window. *BEEP BEEP BEEP* "GODAMMIT!" she screamed as she fell face first into her pillow and slammed down on the alarm