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I grab the cat woman’s grey tail. Kneeling on her bed, balls deep in her noble cunt. Divya’s pleasured purrs turn to yowls of pain and lust as I squeeze and yank her tail. “Yes! Harder!” She orders throwing her head back. Her black hair tosses around wildly
Riding Lawnmower I bought myself a brand new riding lawnmower. My old one finally bit the dust. This one has everything. It can cut the grass of course but it can bag the clipping to be composted, till the soil for my garden, collect the fall leaves, and snow blow my driveway too
[NOTE: The following is a work of fiction originally a short erotic story called Andrea and the Daddy Test by Galacticum which was posted on a erotic story website in the late 1990's and which no longer is in existence
Part I ( if you want action, skip this part, unless stories are important to you) It all started when I went to college. My name is John, I am about 5 foot 9, around 140 pounds. I have always been a smaller guy, you could say I was a “late bloomer”



Author's Note, Part 2: As this series approaches conclusion (less than 10 chapters left!) I thought I would respond to several requests from readers to provide cast biographies



I was fucking Selina again, we were fucking hard with our bodies pounding together filling the room with loud slapping sounds, my moans and Selina's groans of pain and pleasure. “Yes, make me your slut daddy



It began in my freshman year of highschool. My parents sent me to live with relatives in California so I could get an education there, and so they could get me out of the house. Originally, I'm from Texas, where football is a religion and George W. Bush is loved like a hero
I couldn’t believe it. My uncle was dead. It was happening all over again. You see, when I was 4, my dad died from a heart attack. My family was devastated. Not having a father figure to look up to, my uncle became my surrogate father. We played ball, he helped my with projects



“Mom, Dad, I’m home.” It was almost midnight when Sara came through the front door. The trip from Richmond had taken almost 9 hours, and she was exhausted



When I was younger I used to have low self-esteem. I was a little over weight; not alot, maybe 10-15lbs more than I should be. I used to think no one would ever want to date me, that's why I loved attention whenever I got it. I eventually met this older boy and we started dating



LAURIE My brother is shy. Shyness is endearing up to a point, but at eighteen years old, it goes from cute, to pathetic. You think he’d get out of his fucking shell by now, but nope; Tom is still the awkward, apprehensive boy he’s been his entire life



CHAPTER 8 Alone in the morning, Kaia and I were still too tired and sore to have another sex romp to start our day. I was going to have to be careful in applying that much energy into my effect. And unfortunately that night would be the last time I had her for two weeks
Working in supported housing, it was my job once a month to go around to all the flats and do a " health and Safety" check. Armed with a clipboard, I would have the keys to each flat in a big bunch, which I could use if no one answered my knocking or bell ringing



Arielle the Girl Next Door (Chapter 1) Jay lived in a quiet neighborhood where not much happened. He had a nice big house with a swimming pool that he and his neighbors enjoyed. Jay's favorite neighbor was Arielle, a teen girl that lived next door to him


Greetings everyone,Rick here again! Time to share another heartwarming family experience with you all