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I write fictional stories of sexual encounters or voyeur experiences that generally occurr between consenting, intelligent adults. But usually there will be something in the story that breaks societal norms. I also try to make the stories feel authentic

Chapter 29 THE LOBBY DIVISION AND ANOTHER PARTY Michael welcomed Claire back to work by fucking her cunt. After she removed her panties, he bent her over his desk and stuck his cock into her twat. Claire had been expecting this for a while now and it came as no real surprise

Recap Shelley is the only daughter of Margaret and John, she is home taught by her mother, she has no knowledge of computers so she pay’s for Emily to come in once a week to teach her this

Author’s Note: Although this story can be read independently, it was created as a follow-up to the Doggy Style and the Hung Like a Stallion series. For full enjoyment—and to avoid spoilers—please read Doggy Style (Parts 1-5 + Bonus) and Hung Like a Stallion (Parts 1-5 + Bonus)

A guy and his

Sara is a gorgeous 22 year old college girl struggling to make ends meet. She had just recently gotten hired at a sleazy local bar, and being desperate for money she agrees to take the job given how much they promised she would be making

Robert Vickers The coed_s wild field trip CHAPTER ONE "I think I'd really like to feel those hot lips of yours sucking on my cock," Frank told Virginia. He chuckled a little as she blushed. She was such a hot bush he could hardly keep his erect prick inside his pants

rt 2 of 3 parts Marlene and I lay back on the floor totally exhausted, the smell of sex was pungent and as I lay there, thanking my lucky stars for doing the right thing and delivering the message by hand, I started to doze off, comfortable and warm with Marlene’s hot pussy juice still on my cock

THE INDIA CHALLENGE – A BOSS’S SLUT EPISODE This is a new episode to the story, THE BOSS’S SLUT, Tina James. This is an addition to the story of a woman who has found the person she is and, in the process, truly comes to love that person

The Harem Pt.1 I woke up and expected the regular headache to hit me. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock: only 9am. After we had partied until 6am and had been pretty wasted I had expected to be out longer. But here I was, wide awake and no headache

Wu Mei, 42, wearily knocked on yet another door, Room#1427. She was working a part-time job to pay for her trip back to Shanghai to visit her husband

"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?" -Edgar Allan Poe, "The Premature Burial" *** Wallace dreaded nothing more than being alone in the dark, here of all places

Rain drops, hammering on the windshield, bouncing and landing again, the steady drip of the leaking roof vent on my little Mini Van, she bustled past, her long blonde locks hidden beneath her hooded coat. I slid the window open, "Want a lift?" I asked. "I'd rather drown

Jordanya was an intern that had been with us for the last few months. She was a very outgoing and fun person with a beautiful face, long red hair, green eyes, D cup boobs, a trim waist, a nice round butt and she was about 5’ tall

“Uhhhhh,” I said as I sat down at the park bench, already feeling exhausted. I had brought all of the camp equipment up to the picnic tables, and was in no mood to deal with the kids today. Only a couple were here so far and they were already fighting over a ball

This story stands– more or less– on its own but might make more sense if you have read the previous chapter

I recently moved to this company in Coventry road to assume a new post. After a week, I got to learn that a certain girl had been trying to get a job at this company as well. I also established that they had waited for me to examine her to see if she was suitable for the vacancy

It was unacceptable, and utterly unforgivable. In fact, if his parents ever found out he was as good as dead. Or worse, disowned. For someone of his social standing to be in love with the maid was social suicide. But god damn, she was beautiful

I’ll confess, I was a little afraid. I’d just become the Chief Executive Officer of Schwartz Ring and Bearing Company, the firm that my grandfather had founded thirty-five years previously

'How in the hell do I get myself into these things?' I asked myself. The scarves that held my wrists to the padded arms of the chair were a work of art. I couldn't move them at all but the circulation was just fine. Jenny, my wife, was a surgeon and an expert at knots