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Photos of the Vicar

by Jeffbaby on Sep 2, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The new vicar, Fr Joe, was a real earth shaker of a priest. He would make the biggest impact on the community that any priest had ever made in this suburban community. It was the right time and he was the right man for the job he firmly believed. The photo shoot he had just arranged would be the perfect way of achieving maximum exposure with all the right pe...

The Gap

by Nettles7069 on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

Chapter 1 Waiting for a vaccine against influenza in the surgery. The waiting room isn't crowded, four other people there as well. My eye catches the gap. I look and quickly glance away, ostensibly reading my paper. I take another quick glance rapidly returning to my paper. Quiet stirring below. Another glance. Damn, caught by a cold eye knowing that I am s...

Running From Wolves Ch. 05

by angelofdest on Apr 22, 2019
NonHuman

Ashlynn sat with her arms crossed, escorted on either side by unshifted wolves broad enough to be defensive line men. In the back of a town car, they left enough room for a twelve year old, and yet her tiny form sat betwixt the two. Ashlynn was slightly more substantial and squished to hell, while Blaise sat smugly in the front seat, driving down the dirt ro...

Pussy Slave: A Fantasy

by redwolf555 on Feb 12, 2019
Fetish

I was 56 years old when I became a Pussy Slave. I, my name is Steve, was born in august 1961 and she, Casandra, in December 1985, a 24 year age different. When I met her I was a Store Manager at a Dollar Store and I hired her in early January 2013. My wife of twenty years died in February 2013. I was always a loner, but liked to have one person around to b...

Wife Helps Out a Friend: Jim's Story

by Nightthawk on Mar 23, 2020
Loving Wives

A lot of things have happened in my life recently. Some good, some not so much. In addition to losing my step-mom last Christmas, my wife and I have been living with my biological mom for the last two years because she had a stroke and it was up to us to nurse her back to health. We must have done a pretty good job because physically, she is back to normal a...

The Park

by Cherry14 on Aug 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I always did love coming to the park, it was very secluded and very private, I could always do what ever I wanted without the worry that I would be overlooked. I approached my usual spot. The park was surrounded by trees, that way no one, unless in the park, could be seen, but I still went behind a gathering of bushes just in case. I laid out my blanket an...

Vamp

by Mushrum on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Horror

She felt good. Strong, in control, with the constant urge of her hunger to keep her on edge. She looked good. Her costume, her body, her presence were the bait for the trap that she was. The trap had never failed. Soon it would spring again. She searched for a man. A certain kind of man - a man who would fall beneath the spell of her imperious will, who wo...

A Drive Out to East Lothian

by AngryWhiteSemen on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

During our first months together, it became a running joke with Louisa and me that we would take the convertible out on a sunny day and drive around the pleasant, manicured countryside that is East Lothian. Of course, the erotic is never far from our thoughts and so we envisaged making out on a secluded beach or a wood by the sea. But the weather was never r...

Jockey Club

by Charlotte88 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"You stupid, bitch!" Eddy thundered. "You've just killed a good horse!" Tina slunk down onto the bench. Eddy's cold hard voice echoed around the empty changing room. Next door Tina could hear the light hearted banter of the male jockeys. Eddy hadn't finished, "I told you to ride him at the back. You knew he would get tired in a three miler... but oh no, yo...

Pussy-Licker: A Hyper-Tramp

by tristantrotsky on Dec 25, 2019
Group Sex

A homeless hobo is snatched off the street... but is everything the way it seems? It gets crazy-weird from this point on. The concrete is hard and cold. A relentless numbing chill that oozes up sucking the warmth from my shapeless huddle of Oxfam overcoats and tented last week's 'Observer' wrap-arounds. Sleep comes in bursts of icy dream and neon nightma...