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1 Long time since they’ d seen each other. Too long, they agreed about that. Last time they’ d seen each other, she’ d been in her late teens and he’ d been in his early twenties. For a lot of th...

Naked Pussy Roadtrip - Part One It was the middle of winter when we finally found time to visit her best friend out in the country. As it was dry with no salt on the road I thought I would take my classic Mercedes W108, dark green with brown...

1888 Yorkshire The new house seemed horribly empty devoid as it was of servants. I had but recently acquired it as part of a gambling debt and had come to make a brief assessment. First impressions were that of a dismal location guaran...

Sating the Reverend’ s Daughter. I had not long been resident in my new house in Yorkshire before the Reverend Banwell arrived at my door metaphorical begging bowl in hand. As the occupier of the largest and most imposing abode in...

Fbailey story number 573 Old But Still Good I live near water and was out in my canoe around sunset to capture some pictures. The sunsets every night are a real thrill. I had my eye on a tiny island about twenty feet in diameter with s...

This is our first story! Please be nice. Also, tips and comment would be appreciated greatly! Thank you and enjoy. There is a lot more to cum The anticipation and nerves had been eating away at me for weeks. We had been building up to...

This is my story re posted. My name is Jack, I' m 6' 1' ' and is ripped, I mean ripped, form all those hours in the gym. I use to wrestle at school, and was heavy weight champion my last two years of school. After school I w...

Lilly turned around, and walked up the stairs, nearly jumping up with every step. She was happy, and walked on air. She went to the bathroom, and undressed. She fondled herself thinking about Amy' s touch. She went to the shower and washed her...

It was a harsh sight. Brutal was the only way to describe it. But Master Khalil didn' t train sex slaves to be soft and cutesy. He trained obedient, fuck-able slave girls to serve the whims of his buyers, and that meant the harshest sexual deg...

I flung myself out of bed, the tight horror in my chest the only thing keeping me from yelling in shock. I had been kissing Tara… I had been groping Tara… “ Jack, what are you… ” Amanda couldn’ t even finis...

She really loved the summer weather, she mused, as she stepped through the doorway of the health club into the picture perfect late afternoon. A warm breeze, heavy with the sweet aroma of the azalea bushes planted beside the walk swirled around he...

Part 3 Same deal as parts one and two, Guys. Remember this story is fiction. … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … &hel...

At the end of my last ‘ confession’ I admitted that I learned something on that day which I have turned to my advantage ever since. I think its now time to tell you what use I’ ve made of that discovery. If you remember, I told you...

Poets Day (Friday Afternoon … . Piss Off Early Tommorrow’ s Saturday) Christ! What I’ m going to tell you here will give me my wanking fantasies for weeks. I hope it will do the same for you; if it does whether you&rsqu...

With an air of resignation, she walked slowly across the room to the desk. She acted as if she had no choice in the matter and in reality she had none. It was either this or go to the Job Centre first thing on Monday morning and try to explain to...

Mother Knows Best 3 Well, at the end of the last story (entitled as you would expect ' Mother Knows Best 2! ) I suggested that if you asked me, I might tell you ' what happened next' . Well one or two readers wanted to know, so I...

OTK and Aftermath The A1 is a long and sometimes boring road in the rain at night, particularly where it runs through that part of England just to the south of Huntingdon and Rick felt his attention wandering dangerously. He turned off the h...

Don’ t Rock The Boat! Or Without a Paddle. ‘ Alexa! .. . get over my knee! ’ ‘ Oh no! ’ ‘ Over my knee now’ ‘ Please no’ ‘ If you don’ t get over my k...

Chapter Two - “ Second Lesson” Three months later, the sound of laughter made Thea Barton look up. The now twenty year -old blond-headed beauty was in the living room reading when she heard it. Recognizing the voice of Uncle Dan,...

hapter Three Arty We had been married only a few weeks when Paul and I went to visit our parents. After a few days there, the men decided to go fishing. I told Mom that I was going to go riding around to look at the old neighborhood an...