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It takes hours to write these stories but only seconds to vote and send a message. Thanks to all of those wonderful people who send messages. It does make a difference. Please enjoy. --- You help fuck a friend's wife and cum all in her cunt and you end up buying their motel

I like to place ads on the internet, asking ladies to exchange sexual stories with me. If they answer my ads and say that they are writing from work, I like to send them the following story: In my fantasy, we work at the same company

AFTER CASE: Man today had me wiped. Why are you wiped Tony? You hardly did anything. Oh I hardly did nothing eh? You Bishop need only remember it was I who tackled you when that nutcase decided to use you for sniper target practice

Category fiction/erotic humour From Pine Ridge to Princess. The afternoon sun shone brightly on the Berghoff, its snow covered peak dazzlingly white against the clear blue sky

"I love this movie daddy!" "Stop calling me daddy." Karajan pauses the movie. I'm in trouble now. Karajan is upset. He stares at me, and I have to look down. "Okay. I'm sorry." "Baby--look. Look at me." I look into his deep dark face. All these issues you have

ver story let alone sex story! Lemme know what you guys think and what I can improve ïŠ spelling and punctuation are not my main priority so they are not perfect, SORRY ïŠ My back arched as he licked my clit once again and I moaned his name, ‘Eddyyyyy’ through bitten lips exciting him more

Getting Off at the Office I knew that Amy's kid wasn't mine, I'd known I was infertile since high school, but I also didn't really care. I wasn't the kind of guy who got super jealous about what his wife was doing, and I also didn't have what you might call “fatherly instincts

This is a continues from Part 8 “Remember if you fail; you will be my bitch forever” Those were the parting words from Tex; I was not sure what they meant, but it made me feel uneasy to say the least

“I don’t see that you have much choice, Miss James,” Alex said, leaning back into the heavily-padded, monstrous swivel chair behind his desk

My Wife Denies She’s A Tease - chapter 2 by aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Please read and enjoy this fictional writing

The year was 1915, and the idyllic fields of the north Cotswolds were a million miles from the raging horrors that permeated the dank trenches of the Great War on the continent. The manor house sat high atop a rolling hill amid the lush green countryside

“This will pay dividends in the long run. I am that sure of it” Statements like this were nothing new for Tracy. She was the veteran negotiator for her company. She seemed to get the results that nobody else could

Claire finished the breakfast dishes and was on her way out the door from her upscale suburban home and into the big four wheel drive Ford Explorer. Gliding smoothly into traffic, she thought that lately shopping seemed to be her only outlet

CHAPTER SIX: BOARD OF DIRECTORS DINNER “Good evening, Sir.” Mr. Woodburn asked me to greet each of the Directors as they arrived

I can feel myself sweating a little as I maneuver my blood red Porsche Caymen S into the parking garage. I am nervous as hell - who would've thought Ms. Perfect would need to see a damn shrink? I mean, it's not like I'm crazy or - okay so maybe I have a couple of issues