Belly Riding Stories

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The Ginger Rides

by TheBlackedGinger9 on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

Merida galloped on her horse, Angus, with her red hair freely flying in the wind. It was Saturday. The day she was free from her princess duties and could spend her time however she chose. On her shoulder was her quiver and in her hands a bow and arrow respectively. She quickly slipped the arrow over the notch and fired an arrow. It struck true to the red an...

Skating Lessons Ch. 7

by Rhiannan on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

I heard the key in the door and new it was him. I took another sip of my wine as the door slowly opened and my lover stepped through carrying his duffle bag with him. He had a huge grin on his face as he looked around the suite full of lit candles until his eyes met me standing by the balcony doors. I was standing in a black lace bustier, g-string panties a...

Working Relationships: Jodi, Ch. 12

by insatiablerob8 on Oct 13, 2020
Group Sex

Jodi and I met for coffee; we small-talked and laughed about work, but my mind was more focused on the evening ahead and I started getting hard. The bulge became obvious, and I noticed her staring. The thickening shaft ran down my leg and you could even make out the head. At one point, she quickly looked away, but she knew I caught her. I knew she was look...

I Am Robert Earl Hughes

by DariusWilde on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

I am Robert Earl Hughes, the World's Fattest Man. Long have I suffered under that name, but my long suffering has given rise to some good, in the form of my livelihood and my devoted children. But beyond these blessings even, I have my beautiful wife, Grace ("Grace of God" I like to call her in our quiet "pillow talks," though indeed the pillows sometimes b...

Stacy's Riding Lesson Ch. 04

by sgtklark on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

Stacy flew across the foyer of her mansion. Along the way he discarded items of her riding attire; her gloves, her cravat, her jacket, letting the pieces fall to the polished marble floor. "Jezelle," the pretty blond bellowed, "draw my bath!" "Oh yes'm," she heard her maids voice from some unseen location. Stacy strolled up the curved stairway to the seco...

Taming the Dragon

by typical_boy on Jul 15, 2020
Toys & Masturbation

Sometimes I imagine that my cock is a dragon. If my cock were a dragon, he would be a deep reddish gold, and bigger than a horse. He'd have two strong legs and two bat wings with a span even longer than he is. He'd have scaly pointed fox ears, whiskers, long sharp teeth, and eyes that you'd better not look into. During the day, the dragon sleeps, curled up...

A Bed Time Story

by MikeIvy on Sep 19, 2017
Romance

The woods smelled of pine and spring flowers. The grass of the fields remained a deep green from the spring rains, as they rode on into the forest. They rode mostly in Silence. Afraid to start a torrent of words with just one, like a river that starts with a single drop of rain. They did however continue to glace and look at each other. Sometimes...

The Indian Prince Ch. 02

by sr71plt on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

Mir Yusaf Adil met my limousine when it pulled up to what they said was the Sports House within the complex of pools and various game courts, in addition to stables and a polo ring, that was in fairly distant sight of the palace itself. The palace complex seemed to be huge—almost taking up, it appeared, half the territory of all of Balrampur. "Come on throu...

Eric and Sarah

by WylieR on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Eric Newman's fingers steadily clicked away at the keyboard of his Mac PC, which sat in the middle of the mahagony desk in his bedroom. A portable CD player sat on his lap, piping soothing 'environmental' music into Eric's ears, via headphones. The digital clock on the corner of his desk read 11:10 PM. Normally, Eric would be ready to go to bed very soon, at...

Leather

by barbie2k on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

17 April 1922, Berlin Three riding crops were lined up in a row. Two cat o' nine tails next to them. A leather mask and bustier. Cuffs lined with mink. On a raised dais was a daybed draped in red velvet. Candles flickered in sconces on the walls. Fierce heat from the fireplace. It wasn't your typical showroom, but then Ingrid was a master--or rather, mistr...