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Kellmore Classic for Men

by foozzzball on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

Troy liked sunshine, he didn't like sunny streets. Especially not uptown, where the glass skyscrapers caught the light, funnelled it down between them and turned the fashionable pedestrian walks into ovens. The crowded pedestrian walks. White tiled and well moneyed, a place where sunglasses were worn like religious icons and a wallet linked to thousands of N...

Draguette Ch. 04

by stacey_lynne on Sep 2, 2017
Fetish

PART IV: THE PERFORMANCE The celebration did not last more than a few minutes. After all, Jane knew she had a gold mine in Draguette and Liam and she wanted to exploit them for all they were worth. "Get out there and model. NOW!" Jane yelled at Draguette and Liam, turning them to the door and slapping her Draguette's derrière very sharply for good measure...

What Kind of Man I Am Ch. 03

by Redo1984 on Mar 6, 2018
Loving Wives

Well alright! Melting panties and pink teddies! What has happened so far? Chip found out Friday that his wife was going to divorce him in 20 days. He confirmed that she has been hiding money for a year. Chip's plan is to piss her off and even the money up. Tuesday August 15, 2018. I woke to my phone vibrating under the pillow. Shit, must have slept...

The Package Store

by dannychellette on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was four o'clock. Clock on the wall said, "That's all!" and Suzy was out the door. The day's tasks weighed on her brow heavily and she decided, quite out of character she would later snicker, to purchase a very necessary bottle of merlot on the way home. It was a four glass day. Jerry the $8.00 an hour CEO was more than his usual obnoxious ass. Four accou...

Satan's Seduction

by Lia Monde on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Gloria was dressed like a cheap whore. Short, black semi-sheer mini-skirt. Braless, she wore a too tight and too small, neon pink tube top that barely contained her boobs. Gaudy costume jewelry and knee high, faux leather black boots. Poofy black hair, overdone make-up and strong perfume. And underneath, lace, red crotchless panties. It made her feel like a...

Anniversary Surprises

by papermouse17 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"How was your steak?" she asked, not really caring about the answer. "Fine, a little too rare, but fine," he responded. Reba was bored, and the conversation was stale. It was a typical anniversary: dinner at Prime Steakhouse, perhaps a walk around the square, then home by nine. She thought perhaps being their tenth anniversary they could do something dif...

It's Time

by drrtygrl on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"It's time, girl." I heard what I assumed was the door opening and then felt the firm tug of the leash as Sir drew me through it. I moved on hands and knees, of course. I knew what I was to do. Sir had prepared me well, and he had assured me that regardless of my actions, my safety would not be in jeopardy. Sir had told me there would be no more than a han...

Emma & Barry

by Christian Black on Aug 18, 2017
First Time

Sexually, I was a bit of a late bloomer. I didn't lose my virginity until the summer after my senior year in high school, when I was almost nineteen, long after all my girlfriends had gained enviable amounts of experience. I had a boyfriend, Barry. The first thing you should know about Barry was that he was gorgeous. He was on the swim team, one of the bes...

Art Fair

by SassyLynn on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was a steamy, hot day in July. Not at all unexpected for this time of year, but still oppressively hot and humid, like a soaking wet, hot towel wrapped around your body. There was nothing to do but to hope for a breeze and keep drinking ice water to cool down. If you were lucky and there was still ice in your cup when you finished the water, you put that...

Four Days on the Paris Metro

by saxo_von_hafnia on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The tip of my middle finger. I held it there. Right there. My finger was trembling and I willed it to stop. I summoned every shred of willpower in my body and mind and I channelled it down to the tip of my middle finger. Look at your own middle finger. Maybe a square centimetre of skin, formed into the folds of a fingerprint. The ridges of my fing...