Funnel Piss Stories

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Finger on Sex Business Ch. 06

by EgmontOriginals on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Britt arrived home next morning on time and was delighted that Marty recognized her instantly... and Rita said of course he could because Britt was his mother. She looked at Britt and shook her head saying, "I'd forgotten what too much drink and sex and insufficient sleep can do to a person. You look as if you've aged five years. Put Marty down early and wi...

Art, Part Two Ch. 02

by art4real on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Art, part two. Ch. 02 Art and Suzanne get "comfortable". When I looked up at her face she was giving me a wicked grin so it looked like it was time to 'get comfortable'. She said, "Come over here and let me unbutton the back of that dress." She's been dressing and undressing me since I started to wear young girl's clothes. She says, "They never look right...

Sensual Persuasion Ch. 07

by haremhottie678 on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 7, Cameron's Surprise and Nathan's Admission Cameron "In case you missed it, this is the guy's locker room," Nathan informed me. He straightened to his full height, as the two of us squared off in between the two walls of green lockers. The strands of his hair was wet and he was using another towel to rid himself of the excess moisture and his feet...

The Tennis Accident

by Dancing Sprite on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I stood in the open door of the nurses' station and felt rather foolish. Coach had sent me here after I got hit by a stray tennis ball, but I was okay already. Perfectly all right. Well, maybe not perfectly; a dull throbbing still remained where the ball had hit me, but it was almost gone. Certainly nothing to bother the tennis club's nurse with. But Coach h...

Devil Inside

by Dr S Crow on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

She was delicious, delicate, slight, fragile, beautiful, delightful, pretty and bright.. her sweet, smiling face framed by her soft red mop. He thought of her as his Elf, his Poppy and he wanted to protect her, to love her, to cherish her. She was natural and spontaneous and her beauty attracted all men. He had feelings for her. But she was married and she...

Emma Ch. 46

by bradley_stoke on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

XLVI Pregnancy was not a pleasant ordeal. In fact, as it came closer to giving birth, Charlotte came to more and more wish that it was over and done with. The weight of her unborn child had become more and more of a burden, and at times she almost resented its presence within her womb: a feeling that gave her feelings of remorse and worry whether she was re...

Emma Ch. 28

by bradley_stoke on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

XXVIII Susan was very kind to Amna after her day’s work; sensitively noting the young girl’s disorientation, but perhaps not really understanding why. She and her Pakistani friend took her to a burger bar where they chatted over some very squelchy whopper-burgers. Amna realised through the haze of her thoughts that Susan and the Pakistani were getting on ve...

The Problem of Grib

by donnylaja on Sep 2, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

(a Blanke Schande story by donnylaja) * I love combing Lisette's hair in the quad. It's a thing we do every day after lunch. She lies on her back on one of the concrete tables, bends her knees, and lets them fall to the side, giving me a clear view of her beautiful forest of auburn curls. I do it nice and slow, using the soft brush and then the long-handl...

Behind the Closed Door

by DevisPixi on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"Hello, there," I said to myself in the mirror. "My name is Lisa." I liked the way my face looked: round, but not fat, with greenish-blue eyes, a not-too-big snub nose, and full lips over "nice teeth." Everyone says so. I was really flying high after my first week at college. The classes, the professors, the other students—everything turned me on, the confi...

The Time Machine Ch. 01

by smilodonwriter on Sep 12, 2017
Humor & Satire

The Time Machine Voyage One - Going Greek The Professor was quite mad, of course. I believe he was an archetype rather than a stereotype but ‘what the hell, Archie,’ as Mehitabel was wont to say. I met him in the local supermarket. He was pacing the aisles muttering to himself. Now I’m one of these people who can’t help but look at what other folk are buyi...