Erotica - Page 123
My heart started beating like crazy again, and I wondered if this was good for my health. Even though I felt amazing, the best I’d felt in a long time
The rules are simple. No hands. You sit quietly in the chair and cannot touch my cock or balls with your hands. I will do all the work. You can touch yourself all you want, but not my cock or balls. You can touch my ass or my legs or my chest or my nipples, just not my cock or balls
It was a steamy, humid, summer night. We had been together for two years. it was our anniversary, and we were to be celebrating our own special way. We donned our best attire
Cigarette and coffee one The dark night creeps slowly over my weary soul. My sandal feet rise and fall lifelessly. Walking on a crowded noisy street, yet deserted and silent. Sounds blend to become one
I was watching her try out the new game I just got, she couldn’t keep any consoles in her house… something about trying to impress boys. If only they knew she was a total dork when she could get her hands on the controller. “Sarah?” I asked
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I have been talking to my wife for months about swinging and she would listen to me and enjoyed the fantasy but left it at that. I was fortunate enough, that my gorgeous wife was very understanding to the idea of swinging and she herself would fantasies about it
Solomon A black cat, obviously well fed and cared for, guarded the back porch of a house. He picked his head up as he heard the sound of a car pull into the driveway. Within a few moments, two humans, an inferior race, had exited the car
Peggy Sue and I have been best friends since sixth grade, when she stood up for me against some kids that were teasing me because I was fat. We formed a bond that had lasted all through high school. Now we were both graduated, and trying to decide what to do with the rest of our lives
Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed I sit watching my sister Jenny. She is at the writing desk with my laptop in front of her. With her wavy blond hair framing her face, the trace of a smile on her lips she looks perfect. To me she looks even younger than her 20 years



"Ready to go home?” she asked while trying to open the door "Yeah" I said with a scary tone in my voice. As soon as I got inside the car I took out my headphones and ipod from the bag . I quickly clicked on the song and the raised the volume so that I can avoid her
MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART - 30 TRIAL ROOM TO BED ROOM It was not any special occasion but my husband wanted to buy a sexy dress for me. After his return from office in the evening, we went to nearby shopping mall which is situated at walking distance from our home



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gt;>>>>>>>>>>>>>> CHAPTER 7: The Bukkake Finale >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> -Ladies



“Every fairy tale has a bloody lining.” -Alice Hoffman *** "Mirror, mirror, on the wall…" "What's that, mother?" The Queen turned away from the glass. Her stepdaughter sat at the tower window, embroidery in her lap, looking puzzled