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Meena - Saga of Tumultuous Sex Ch. 04

by shanti2010 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I was not able to get over the unexpected interlude with Rajeev. It stayed on my mind for days and nights later and made me simply guilty in front of Dinesh who did little to make it better or even worse – that is and was the irony if one can use that word. He just did not show any emotion on any subject of my concern and more so if it was related to the te...

The List

by Rellik04 on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Note: This is a continuation of Aunt Isobel and After Isobel. To stop confusion it is advisable to read these two stories first. * I couldn't believe all the ladies on this list of Roberts would perform the way he had explained. I thought he said they were all mature yet there were two ladies I wouldn't class as mature, two were in their late twenties ear...

Your Head or Mine? Pt. 01

by NoJo on Sep 15, 2017
Humor & Satire

Hi, smutaholics. This another one of my sci-fi humour stories with a smattering of lightweight sex, another semi-tribute to my literary idol, The late Bob Sheckley. The plot is very, very loosely based on Philip K Dick's "Eye in the Sky". Enjoy! ***** 1. In Which We Meet the Team and Ken Gets the Shaft Joe was the first one into the conference room for...

Remembering Tomorrow

by cnspots on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern If masturbation were like a volcano, and I the cum like the lava, then the strokes were like the earth moving its...

Dirty Me - Kriti's Office Outing

by kritisahay on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

When I looked in the mirror my face was a mess. My makeup was half undone, and my hair looked crumbled. I was in a room which was small by my standards, but my heart was full of excitement. It took some time for me to realize that this was my first night after marriage, famously known as Suhag Raat in India, where the bride is deflowered for the first time....

Chess Game Ch. 01

by urbanslut on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Note: The idea of this story is not originally mine. One of my readers, who wants to be identified only as "The Knight" sent me this idea, asking me to write it. It seemed interesting, but I don't know chess too well. So I replied, saying I would write the rest of the story if he could fill in the chess parts. We worked on it back and forth for a couple of w...

Mommy Was a Whore Ch. 07

by Egmont Grigor on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Next day Charlotte organized a phone conference call of all board members. She said Gina had excused herself citing possible vested interests and then outlined the doco Gina had organized. The majority of board members agreed to underwrite half the cost of making the documentary. Murray instructed Charlotte to make sure she was involved in preparing the appl...

Mommy Was a Whore Ch. 02

by Egmont Grigor on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Gina rose wearily just before 10:00 and noticed her right leg limp appeared to be almost gone. Well she'd been walking more than usual and had resumed sex. Vigorous sex was good for most people so could be doing wonders for that recovering thigh muscle. She grinned, thinking about last night. Nathan had booked into the hotel after finding someone else in his...

Ron's Journal 03

by Hypoxia on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...

Eclipse

by kamukpen on Jun 5, 2019
Erotic Couplings

Jolly meets Mini I celebrated my twenty fifth birth day a few days back. From the moment I turned eighteen I am living life of a drifter, moving from one place to other, from one job to the next, every few months. A rolling stone gathers no moss. I have been advised quite a few times. Gather moss? But bloody who the hell wants to gather moss or mass or mess...