My name is Stephen, and I am addicted to sex. I still live with my parents which means I can’t really freely express my sexual preferences. I could literally fuck anyone; that’s how horny I get. These past few days, I have tried doing naughtier and naughtier stuff.. For example, I have taken my father’s phone to check what he was browsing on the internet. An...
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Katrina was wearing a set of thrift store granny panties. She had lost the bet last night. She sort of lost the bet. The club was there, and it was more than she could have ever hoped for. Two naked buff DJ's presided over a standing orgy. Men and women having sex in every combination imaginable. Unfortunately, her friends hadn't seen the club, and hadn't be...
Chapter 5 -- Rebecca's Secret 3 months passed after Becky's taming. To me, the name Becky was redolent of the Chav slut that I had met in front of her flat with her friends. I called her Rebecca from then on, an altogether classier name, and to my mind, the formality of the name represented our formal relationship as Domine and Submissive. During this p...
It had rained the whole night. It was still drizzling when I woke up in the morning. It was cloudy and cold. Since there was no fieldwork that day, Naani came to do the housework after the rain stopped. She pretended as though nothing happened. I noticed that the top button of her blouse was undone and as she bent down sweeping the floor, her big boobs were...
Why do they commonly and generally refer to the singular of panty in the plural, as in panties? That always struck me as odd. Yet, now that I am so accustomed to writing panties instead of panty, when I write panty, it just does not sound correct. I end up changing it back to panties. This story is about the only fetish that I think that I have and that bei...
My cursor hovered over the “Watch” icon. My eyes shifted left, and then right. No one was home, actually, but I wasn’t taking any chances. The fewer people who knew about my fat granny fetish, the better. I actually prefer to call them “GILFs”, but most people call them “disgusting”, so I try to stay low key about it. Still, I had found an entire art accoun...
Max pulled into the gravel drive, a long rooster tail of dust hanging in the hot, still air of the gravel road behind him. The county had re-graded and spread fresh rock not long ago and everyone living outside town had appreciated their effort. There were also not a few incidental grumbles caused by the increased amount of orange dust clogging throats, dirt...
They had won War faster than they had thought or even hoped for but now it was now finally over. Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived is now one of the major leagues of all time in the Wizard World as the Man-who-Conquered and Slayed the Dark Lord twice. While Hogwarts was being rebuilt by the professors all students couldn't stay in Hogwarts. He learned from Head...
"Hi, how are you?" I'd always had a soft spot for Rita the barmaid at our local village pub in Devon, England. I'd often pop down for an early beer when she opened up at 6.30 and usually it would just be the two of us for an hour or so. Like many village pubs in the UK, business was a little slow these days. Rita was a grandmother of 59, some 18 years old...