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Shay came home late at night from her job. She wasn’t married…didn’t have a boyfriend to speak of….and her nearest family was states away from her. One of her few pleasures was online chatting….most of it was pretty innocent…but sometimes they tended to get pretty naughty
WARNING! This warning is not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story
Time Apart Having danced since she was about 6, Andrea was very flexible and she didn’t let it go to waste, finding no trouble applying her skills to improve and spice up the already amazing sex she had with Jack



Manjula was so unaccountably cheerful at breakfast the next morning that Tony's mother looked at her suspiciously. Tony feared he would get questions he didn't want to answer, but Manjula smoothly diverted her by asking if she could take some Sri Lankan food back to campus



After living now with 2 beautiful, and very sexual women for months now. My life has changed so much. I’m Luke, 45 now, divorced and living with my girlfriend Maureen, or Mo, who is now 34. Her best friend Jessie, who is 35, also now lives with us
Thursday: "Thank you staff and students all for assembling on such a short notice." Said my school principal, Mr. Jones. "I know this unexpected assembly is cutting into your time, so I'll make it quick.". Mr. Jones called for an assembly just a minute ago
The story is by one of his friend Montu Kumar starts around the year-2011-12, around 7-8 years back from the present time. He become friend with me during a fashion show in Delhi.. Where he was the Event Planner. He has narrated his story to me during our several meetings
My Story of how it all began. True story I am a married Southern wife. When I was growing up I was taught my church going parents that sex was dirty and not to be given into till married. I guess that's why I was such a prude when growing up
MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY PART – 43 FIRST FUCK AFTER DELIVERY Now, my new born son is two and half months old and I became a normal lady after my delivery
Donna The day passed quickly as I stayed busy working on three more guests.. They were older ladies, who had spent as much time on their butts as on the ski's.. They were bruised and sore so I done my best to help them.



Chapter One: The Sex School Jasper Coleman, who was still adjusting to consciousness, stood with an absent stare just a few feet from the front door of his apartment



::Author Note.:: I had this sudden idea for a story, and I wrote it down. It really doesn't have a beginning or a "why" You as a reader have to just accept things as far as the story is concerned "Things are what they are



Hey friends! This is my first story on this website and my first consensual one too. I have majorly interested in non con but I thought to try a romantic one too. So here it is. I hope you enjoy and please let me know about this in the comments
I had just witnessed one of the best fuck’s Peggy would ever get, she was still on his lap, facing him, Rodger was still inside her, she was rocking her ass gently, capturing every last contraction, and enjoying every last second of his cock filling her



It was 10 P.M. on a warm Friday evening when I returned to the house that Becca and I shared. “Hi, sweetie,” Becca said, as I opened the front door and stepped into the house. “How did your day go?” “Pretty good,” I replied, as I set two large brown bags down on the floor