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Magic Potion: Lana

by PeggyBuxton on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Early Tuesday evening, the setting sun shines though the window. Mike stares at the computer screen. A web page for a dating site lists several women and he reads the description for each, none of them his 'dream woman', none are missing a leg. Either leg would be fine, somewhere above the knee, maybe both. Donna had been like that, one leg, after a car wre...

Six Times a Day Pt. 18

by spacer x on Mar 12, 2019
Novels and Novellas

Part 18: Lay Your Hands on Me At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has...

Outsource@Home—Pt. 01

by A_Bierce on Jan 23, 2019
Loving Wives

The blind shall lead the halt. No, wait... I GREW UP IN half a dozen rundown trailer parks around Shiner and Sweet Home, Texas. My folks were killed by a drunk driver when I was nine; unfortunately, the drunk driver was my father. Their estate consisted of a maxed-out MasterCard and a drawerful of unpaid bills, later joined by vaguely threatening letters fr...

Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 27

by Erinaceous on Jan 23, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

1 Fallout 2 The auction 3 Yael's whales 4 The Samothea Company 5 Student House 6 Buying Samothea 7 Epilogue: a new candidate ***** 1Fallout At home after Solanj's outrageous actions at Ocean City Astroport, Danielle fumed by herself in her study. Solanj had revealed to the galaxy's News Web that Ezra had multiple bedmates and multiple children. This...

Little Man Pretty Girl Ch. 02

by Scribler on Sep 12, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

I walked down the stairs and out onto the street. Seeing it was Sunday morning the street was deserted. There weren't any cars moving and no one was out and about. I knew finding a cab was going to be difficult this early so I started walking. Once I crossed the street I looked up to where I was sure Janie's apartment was and saw a drape flutter closed in on...

The Elf Dick and The Stormwind Ass

by RaistlinMajere on Jan 16, 2019
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

CHAPTER 1 - A PORTAL TOO FAR Hello there. My name is Gale Sunheart and my dick is knotted deep in one of the finest fat asses in all of Stormwind. It's soft and plush, squishing all over my lap as I press down on it. The woman who owns that ass moaned ecstatically as my balls pressed to her plump thighs and I began to pour out my enormous load. This verita...

Surefoot 37: Second Class

by Surefoot on Feb 12, 2019
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

USS Surefoot-A, Deck 3 Fore, Alpha Squad Quarters, Stardate 49702.79: "The time is 0600 Hours. The time is 0600 Hours. The time is 0600 Hours-" "Acknowledged," surrendered Zir Dassene, though that was her only concession to the arrival of the morning. She continued to lie there in the dark with the others in the room, refusing to get up, at least, not ju...

Play Testers Wanted Pt. 03

by Lost Boy on Jul 30, 2019
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

All characters are 18 years old or older. Sorry for the delay. While editing this piece I decided to add content to flesh things out and not leave parts of Booker's training and quests down to a simple time jump. I hope you enjoy. ***** Home Sweet Home: It only took a few hours to get Snow's tower the way I wanted it. The perpetual thunderstorm outside ke...

The Businesswoman (A Lamb's Story)

by Anyport on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

As a taxi driver I get to meet some beautiful women, but Melissa is without doubt the most incredible looking person I've ever met. When I picked her up, I assumed she must be a model going to or from an assignment. She carried one of those make-up cases models use and seemed to be in a hurry, as they invariably are. She sat in the front seat, which is unus...

A Walk on the Wild Side

by Bacomicfan on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Winston Bramblenook was your typical milquetoast. A seller of high quality, leather bound literary classics, his daily door to door grind rarely netted him any big sales. From month to month, his meager commission and almost as miniscule hourly wage were barely enough to pay his rent and the few small bills he accrued. His personal life was in even worse sha...