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Cool autumn rain pitter-pattered on the cobblestone walkway as James hurriedly followed Bayonetta to her new lair. They jogged from the car park to the entrance of a classy looking, unfamiliar apartment building

My girlfriend and I had been discussing for quite some time about inviting a woman into our sex lives for a threesome. We are an extremely sexual couple that met under some interesting conditions

My Boyfriend likes to expose me or perhaps it should be called The exhibitionist in denial by Vanessa Evans Part 03 - Ryan’s Training Course ---------- At the end of the January Ryan had to go on a one week training course on London

''Hey, ma !'' ''Hey sweetie! How was your day ?'', she replied from the bed while watching TV. ''I'm exhausted.'' ''My poor boy. Come here and get some rest.'' I quickly showered, put on some boxers and jumped in the bed next to my mum

Daniel marched the family into the unremarkable, remote, signless building. The door opened to a small empty waiting room. At the end was a clouded plexiglass divider separating a person from the room. Daniel walked over to the window enthusiastically, Sarah his wife followed quietly

When I wrote the first part of this story, the opening lines were absolutely true. I had never been beaten at school before that time and certainly never at home

I made One of My wife's Fantasy's Come True Part of it is actually true and is one of the things we have done in the past My wife has had fantasy's about black men that started after we were married

Bena showered when we got home. She was so exhausted. Her ass was still gaping. Her pussy and throat hurt. She still had cum in her pussy. She had that nasty taste of pee in her mouth. She was a wrack. She took a 2h sleep after the shower

“Where did your wife go,” she asks as we pull up and notice her car missing. “She says she’s at work, but I’m pretty sure she’s screwing around. “How can you live like this,” she asks me as she lights another joint. “I don’t know,” is all I can answer

Amanda woke up naked in her father's bed with a tender, well-fucked pussy and the lingering taste of cum in her mouth. She felt degraded, like a discarded whore. She looked around the room, and upon realizing her father wasn't there, she began to plot her escape

I'm a 33 year old man from Finland, living a more or less normal life. I could describe myself with the following words: Intelligent, Adaptive, Cautious, Well-mannered, Introvert Sadist. Of course, the last one is a quality that I wouldn't mention in a casual conversation

The Breaking of Tracy part 9 Tracy Breaks I need to find a woman. A very specific woman. A young Japanese woman that speaks fluent Chinese and English. I take woman and turn them into slaves, it's my passion. And my business

Janet Fuller's mum shouted for her to come down the stairs as her daughter's new boyfriend waited patiently by the door, impressing her with his strong, youthful good looks

BUSTED Just then, Sara cracked open the door and said, is that you Jack. I didn't realize I was still naked on the landing. Yep, it's me, I said. What are you doing up there? There is a lot of thumping. Just packing, I said. You’re packing naked, she asked

Just like the last story, some of the things mentioned in this story I found out later in life. I'm writing from what I remember, and the gaps filled in by my mom. This story picks up right where I left off. Mom got fucked by John at our new apartment. Please comment

Dressing to impress for me has always been second nature Monday thru Friday provisions have been set to insure everyone meets a carbon standard. A uniform by any other could never be as supplicating to any male eye

"Its kinda like being a million different people." She says to my mom. "You can be anyone or anything. All you have to do is look at a couple words and you're some place totally different." I'm not sure why she's here. Or who even invited her over

Valerie leaned against the wide stone pillar as a warm evening breeze blew across her scantily clad form. Her shoulder length lavender hair was tossed by the wind as cars whizzed down the street

Usual disclaimer, "Lord Banchforth," a voice said indistinctly as I sat with father's lawyers in father's study as they explained father's last will and testament to myself and those of my family who remained after father's calamitous accident, "My Lord!" he insisted