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How Your Mother Met Me

by HappyOldGuy on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Another stupid memo. But I suppose that's redundant: all memos here are stupid. Idiot managers showering their "wisdom" down upon the lower creatures. I'm Brenda, an editor for - well - for one of those faceless, large corporations. My job is to try to improve the prose issuing forth, which, of course, is a frustrating job. No, not a "fustrating job" as s...

Meeting in the Mountain Ch. 01

by amazon_modern on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

It had been my dream to live "off the grid" in nature. When I was offered a photography assignment in the Colorado Rockies I jumped at the opportunity. Being a black female in the photography field wasn't unusual, being a black female who loved to photograph nature was. The cabin I was to stay in for the 4 week assignment was small but all I needed. It had...

Art, The Story Ch. 10

by art4real on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Author's Note: An accident shrinks a thirty five year old man to just over three feet tall. *** When I woke up both women were still sleeping it off. There's no way I wanted to be anywhere near two women with serious hangovers. I gave each of them a hard enough slap on their bare backside to wake them. When they stirred I gave each of them a big kiss on th...

Big Men versus Big Women

by Samuelx on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

Right now, I'm in the basement of my dormitory. And I'm not alone. Guess what this sexy coed is doing? I'm sucking on my boyfriend Jackson Leroy's long and thick, uncut black cock while his buddy Henry Jenkins spreads my plump white ass and slams his equally uncut big black dick way up my asshole. Having sex with two sexy black sportsmen at the same time is...

The Chance Meeting

by Edwina on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

I feel I must share my new knowledge, my liberation, call it what you will. Recently my whole way of life has changed. My husband died just over a year ago, I have one daughter who lives in Kent, whom I rarely see, she is too tied up with her work and believing me comfortably off, which I am, and quite happy with my village life, which I wasn’t, sees very li...

True Love Knows No Boundaries

by queen_nofertari on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

Introduction Hi my name is Karen Myers. I thought I had my life all figured out. my plan was to marry a nice man that would complement my political dreams of becoming the first female President. I had no idea that fate had even bigger plans for me and this is the story of how my life changed forever. It all started eight years ago. Chapter One It was just...

My Wife is My Sex Instructor

by DrLit on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

My wife and I met when I was 34 and she was 29. We both had been recently divorced after two years of marriage. Her husband was not great in bed and had been unfaithful. She had never had an orgasm. My wife had sex issues after the birth if our first child and the sum total of our sex life was her jerking me off to avoid fucking. I owned a health club. My w...

Sir’s Open Letter

by SirCarl on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Girl I am interested in talking with you. I have been looking for a live-in female slave who is looking for, needs, and wants a strong Dom/Master, who is a disciplinarian that can and will put you in your proper place while giving you that wonderful feeling of being surrounded by your Master's loving, caring, and protective arms. If you have recognized your...

Orientation Day 01

by rokitman096 on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

Lisa and Karen met during a new employees' orientation at the insurance agency where they had both been hired. The orientation was a three-day affair in a resort hotel near the state office and the two girls roomed together. They immediately became friends. Karen, my wife, was 42 and as pretty as the day we met. Her brown eyes seem to absorb the auburn colo...

Infidelity

by chiangku on Sep 15, 2017
Loving Wives

"So, you've been with another boy?" She nodded, eyes downcast, standing before me in her short dressing gown, hair still damp from her bath. I sighed, and got up from my chair, and walked over to her. She was silently shedding tears, her shoulders vibrating with the effort to keep quiet, but her cheeks soaked and drops falling from her chin onto the dressi...