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A Wicked Elf

by kaylaiswicked on Dec 4, 2003
Erotic Couplings

I am an elf. My name is Willmar Snowflake, but almost everyone calls me Willie. Those who know me well call me Wicked Willie. I am 111 years old, which is just at the beginning of elf adulthood. I am tall for an elf, almost 5 feet in height. I have bright red hair and a ruddy complexion. I'm fit and trim, no cookie belly for me! Those who have come to know m...

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Negative Space

by _bloom_ on Sep 13, 2017
NonHuman

The negative space of the reflection in the subway car's window dipped into my neck, rounding off over my shoulder and ending at the seat back. I sat, eyes vacant, braid tossed over my shoulder, my head hanging to the side so far my muscles were clearly outlined in the reflection of the window across from me. The train screeched into a station and the doors...

Pee Where You Sit Ep. 01

by RedHatter76 on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

I climbed onto the bus with equal roughly measures of curiosity and trepidation, though I probably wouldn't have admitted to the former. This would be the strangest ride I've ever been on. I was still reeling a bit from what Coach had told me about this particular vehicle. It was an experimental model that attempted to cut costs and reduce waste by eschewing...

Kate's Heavenly Hell Ch. 04

by Duke567 on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

For those of you who read the previous chapters, you will know how my wife Kate has kept my cock locked. Her and her friend Alexa have been relentlessly teasing me while my cock is locked in its secure metal prison. ***** That night truly was torture. Kate had me take her every way imaginable. All the while I was locked up, desperate, horny, and aching. K...

Japanese Girl Wins My Heart

by swollenbell on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

As was the tradition in many Japanese companies, every year the whole staff took a trip somewhere to bond and relax. I was new that year and also a foreigner, so quite the oddity amongst a sea of Japanese men and women. Everyone was polite, some a bit wary, others quite interested to meet the new "gaijin". On day one of our trip to Sapporo, and after the o...

Bikini Shopping

by JD_Wallace on Sep 25, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

A few months back I convinced my wife, Kate, to go out dancing in a tiny dress without underwear. She was very reluctant at first but by the end of the night she found it as thrilling as I had. At one point, after initiating an intense sex session in the club's bathroom, she got so into the fantasy she began telling me how she let a stranger on the dance flo...

BDSM on a Budget

by Tawny Brown on Sep 25, 2017
How To

There are a great number of people who wander onto toy websites every day researching the various toys and instruments one is required to have in order to have a quality BDSM experience. Unfortunately, some of these toys can be rather expensive. For the Master or Mistress who is experienced, has been into the lifestyle for a lengthy time, or has embarked on...

They're My Sister's Wicked Ways!

by grgy56 on Sep 18, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Thanks for all the great comments. I know this third chapter has been a really long time in cumming but I hope you enjoy this one as much as the others. ***** So the first time I was caught by my sister, I was dressed in some of her sexy lingerie. That was bad enough but she also caught my best, bum buddy (literally) Chris fucking me and cumming in my ass...

Love Lies Pt. 02 - Conclusion

by BillandKate on Sep 26, 2017
Loving Wives

Most of the two-part Love Lies is written in the first person as narrated by Davey. The short section below is written in the third person to give the reader a little background on the character Kate. Kate is loosely based on my best friend's wife; a very good, small town girl; one of the nicest ladies I know who has kept a smile on my 'big-city' friend's fa...

My Slave Wife

by ArthurBoon on Oct 13, 2017
Fetish

If anyone knew of my wife for what she was and the life she was living, they might be confused at the least. Perhaps they would have rejected her, and us in general. For her life, at the tender age of 24, was at my mercy. For she, Annie Wilson to the outside world, was an unperson at home. At any time, she was what I fancied her to be. Not Annie; she was n...