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The Scent

by Blackcaviar on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

She knew that he would be coming soon. She sat waiting with her hair brush on her lap as she did each morning. She liked the warm days. She could feel the warmth on her skin, even if she could not see it. She did not know why but in her chair as the smell of people increased a great warmth would sometimes fall on her face. It was not always there and almost...

Virtual Fucking Becomes Reality

by peebudy on Sep 3, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I queued up and emailed you a dozen stories, knowing that you'd be home alone all day with nothing better to do than sneak up to the camp read them in your special position. What you don't know is that I was just down the road in my car when I sent them, and shortly I'll be slipping into your place to watch you as you read the stories and pleasure yourself...

A Squirming Canvas

by BigKatBoi on Oct 6, 2020
Fetish

The light scent of smoke was pervading the air, filling her dreams. Her mind immediately made a food truck that was also a fire truck where people on fire were serving her tea. When the tea spilt into the cup, three chipmunks scarpered away with her diamonds as the cups broke and the squirrel police came to question her- Knock! Knock! Knock! Kate slumped upr...

Hairbrush Hangover

by StinkinThinkin on Sep 14, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

She loved his cock. She loved it out of all proportion to its length, its thickness, both of which were considerable but in her mind had bloated it to superhuman dimensions. His was a cock that deserved its own fanfare, a set of curtains that would swish apart to reveal it in all its semi-erect glory. Um no, let's start again. She adored his cock, just as...

The Window

by Pointyplay on Mar 18, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Darkness fills the night, as I wander alone. You're standing in your bedroom. I see you through the window. Wrapped in just a towel. I should look away, I should carry on walking. I can't, I am transfixed by you. The brush moves through your hair, slowly, deliberately. Watching yourself in the mirror. A smile forming on your lips, what thought move th...

Pleasures of Masturbation Ch. 02

by shybadgirl on Sep 19, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

It was a day for me. I had nothing better to do than pamper myself. I started the day off with a nice relaxing bubble bath. I grabbed a book of erotica and laid in the tub. There were many short stories and the more I read the more turned on I was getting. I started letting my fingers rub the tips of my nipples. They were already hard. The feel of the soap...

Brush Strokes

by erotictraveler on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

If you've never lived with your family inside a military compound, it may be hard to understand the feelings of confinement. Especially for a teenager. Most especially for me, as I grew to crave independence and autonomy. The fifty homes were surrounded by bob-wire fences, with armed guards on the two gates. We all knew the Filipino guards and even their f...

The Diary of Jewel Delacroix Ch. 16

by BJGoodhead on Dec 24, 2019
Transgender & Crossdressers

The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn, you must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...

Little T and her Daddy J Ch. 03

by PaddleTeacher on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

T quietly cried, naked in the corner. Her bare bum faced the bedroom and burned bright red from the tops of her cheeks to the backs of her thighs. T's Daddy always spanked very thoroughly and made sure her whole bottom, her sit spots, and the tops of her thighs were all well attended to. Her naked breasts jiggled a little with her shaking breaths as she slow...

The Maiden's Guard

by VerySpecificFetish on Feb 12, 2019
Fetish

It was quarter past eleven when the car came to a stop in front of the mansion, and a girl, no older than twenty, was helped out by its driver. She was tall, polite. Her hair was a fiery red, flowing gently around her face and down her back, shielding one eye. In the coldness and dullness of the autumn wind, her form was the one thing that stood out. A shini...