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What Are Friends For?

by redtexaggie on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The rain was still coming down. It had started raining that morning, and had not let up all during the day. Now it was steady drizzle, slacking to a mist at times. Enough to keep the streets slick and pedestrians miserable. But in the bar, the rain was forgotten. Amidst the blaring music, the bright neon signs, and the cigarette haze, all was forgotten. She...

Bear Lake Summer Camp Ch. 02

by WriteMissWay on Sep 16, 2017
Erotic Horror

Disclaimer: TRIGGERS - This story contains rough and coerced sex. Please do not read on if this may affect you and please accept my apologies. This story is written as pure fantasy ONLY and I do not condone the behaviour of the antagonists. If you cannot differentiate between fantasy and reality then please do not read on! Otherwise, please enjoy! *********...

The Three of Us

by blissfulltales on Nov 6, 2018
Fetish

I love all sorts of watersports, and have experienced most things, however I am bi, and have slept with boys before, even in group sex, but I have never peed with another guy before, and it was something I was dying to try. I am 22, and have blonde hair and blue eyes and a nice smooth body. I like boys about the same age and description as myself, so I sta...

A Snowy Night in Texas

by cindyajohnson81 on Dec 15, 2017
Group Sex

For every year I've spent driving, at least once within that year I have feared for my life. This story begins with an incident like that, but it was wasn't my or another driver's fault--it was the weather this time. I had been traveling south down a stretch of 35S between Norman, Oklahoma and Dallas, Texas, just passing the huge casinos marking the border b...

Morning Routine

by Mistress Sierra on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I wake up rather grumpy in the mornings. This particular day seems to be worse. I lovingly roll over and look down at my slave laying on the floor looking so pitiful and helpless. He is wearing the rope waist harness I bound him in the night before. His wrists and ankles are bound in leather cuffs. His wrists are attached to his ankles by a long chain. The...

A Wet Night

by the_sex_kitten on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Work was dragging on. It was a dark, rainy day, and apparently, most customers decided to stay home. I started to miss the bustling rush of business from earlier in the week. At least the time went fast then. I decided to find a magazine to keep me occupied. As I walked over to the rack of magazines, he walked in. He--my mystery crush--was a customer I rarel...

Finally Found Her Ch. 02

by hyperpress on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Switching from "you" to "she" for effect. She moved from the vanity chair to the bed. I've covered the bed with pillows and the room is lit with candles. "You're such a good little girl, now go get us a bottle of wine," she is lovely on the bed. I'm standing at the bedside and your mouth is irresistible and I bend at the waste to kiss you. Softly we kiss a...

A Change is Gonna Come Pt. 01

by Deviana on Apr 1, 2020
Transgender & Crossdressers

The power of the mind- to protect, to inquire and to envision. When free of the cognitive restrictions of morals and forced standards Ch 1- Betty Unleashed "I'll be back in a few hours. You know Rhonda, down the street? She asked me to go out with her for some girl time. I shouldn't be late, but you know her. What do you think of these earrings she gave m...

Justin Knows Who You... Ch. 01

by Mr_Erotica on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Justin Knows Who You Did Last Summer Ch. 01 I yawned and rolled over as I looked at my alarm clock. It was still fairly early and I was surprised that I was not that tired. I just laid there staring up at the ceiling motionlessly as I was consumed with what happened last night. More emotions were running through my head than at any other time in my life. I...

Zenit

by LewisCrane on Jun 5, 2019
Transgender & Crossdressers

1 The neon glare from St. Petersburg's Nevsky Prospect was the only light that shone in Sergei Arkedyvich's dim, spartan office. The gangster was seated in an armchair by the wide window, burning cigarette dangling from his meaty lips. He considered the liquid line over halfway down the vodka bottle before him, and regarded the paunchy man sitting across fr...