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Dentist's Receptionist

by Satan_Klaus on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

1. The girl at the front desk I'm humming to myself; there is not much else I can do. The day's paperwork is all done but I'm not allowed to leave my desk without permission. So there I am, a graduate from Harvard business school sitting at the reception desk of a small dental clinic, humming to myself. Humming to the rhythm of the vibrator that is logge...

Cartoon Henchman

by footMan12 on Mar 31, 2020
Fan Fiction

Welcome, welcome… May I be the first one to welcome you into the exciting and rather dangerous life of organized villainy. Now, you might have your worries about being a henchman, but allow me to be the first to waiver your fears. You, the unfortunate hapless soul that you are, have been chosen to take up the noble profession and time-honored tradition of be...

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Adventures of an Indian Slut Wife

by pinkpussy88 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I am Pinki, a 34 years old, married housewife. My husband, Dev, had established a small business in India after working for years in USA . We met in Mumbai at a conference about 10 years ago. He was 42 at that time. He was a widower. We fell for each other in the very first meeting. He liked my looks. I have a voluptuous figure(typical north Indian). My stat...

Braxton

by double_entendre on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Disclaimer: This material is intended for an adult audience. All characters and situations described in this story are fictitious in nature. The individuals portrayed in this reading are presumed to be of legal age to engage in sexual activity. It was the start of my fifth year at Braxton High School; to say I was nervous would have been the biggest und...

Ian's Trap Ch. 02

by LadyReedzAlot on Sep 18, 2017
Interracial Love

IAN 2 years later Man, that Strategic Management Final was murder. My last undergraduate class before graduation. I know that I aced it. The class took up a lot of my free time this semester. I didn't even have time to find a girl this term, so I was stuck with Penelope. She was old money. I think her ancestors was on the Mayflower or something. I was surp...

Portrait of a Hot Tub Blowjob

by iggyspear on Mar 6, 2018
Interracial Love

Surfing in Maine. It wasn't something that had ever really been on my radar. I was plenty content surfing California's endless coastline, but when the opportunity came along to surf somewhere so new and out there, I just had to jump on it. Initially I thought I'd only be surfing with my buddy Juan, but he had recruited a third person whom he called Double D...

The Winter of our Discontent

by YoBiteMe on Oct 15, 2017
Fetish

Life in Newton, Mass is pretty good. They should call it Newtit Mass with the unnatural wonders that bored housewives are having glued to their breastbones these days. I was able to develop a few medical technology products in conjunction with Harvard years ago and thoroughly enjoy a semi-retired life with my trophy wife who still puts in a few hours as a nu...

Never Say Never

by Samuelx on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

Sitting inside the Harvard University library, Evan wondered for the thousandth time why the good Lord made him. Seriously. As a devout Christian, he never questioned the Will of Heaven. However, lately he'd become convinced that God sometimes made mistakes. And one of those mistakes was obviously Evan Blackstone. How else could he explain how he'd never onc...

Letter from Boston

by justincbenedict on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Dear Shoeblossom: I have read with interest your letters from chastity belt couples. I really thought I was an enthusiast, but now I think it may have gone too far. My love affair with chastity and denial began, I think, in my early twenties. In the summer after my junior year at Harvard, I wrecked Dad's BMW while drunk on the Montauk Highway, near our vaca...

Orgasmatron

by hannsg on Nov 4, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Antique device brings modern day delights to niece. Browsing through pawnshops and thrift stores is my version of treasure hunting. One day, at a local pawn shop, I found a strange looking wooden box with an assortment of glass tubes, in a compartment, in the lid. A small oval semi corroded brass patent label on the back and an old frayed power cord dated...