The Bar (and My First Lesbian Lover) By MadQuill Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. Though this is the first of two chapters it is a work of Fiction and stands on its own. ***** I slept with a Lesbian a week ago. It was a remarkable night of sensual sex. It was a first for me yet it opened my mind. She was in town...
~~~This story got rejected 4 times, because the paragraphs were too long and because they thought I was advertising for sites I'd mentioned. I prefer real-world stories that other members of the wedgie fetish community can relate to, and apparently I can't do that. The story isn't the same since all these "revisions" but I hope you can find some enjoyment no...
Erin was desperate for money. He needed money to pay off school tuition and there were almost no jobs out there. Out of desperation he agreed to work on The Farm. The Farm was a prostitution facility. He would be prostituted for six months and at the end of the six months he would return home with all the money he needed for school. There was just one catc...
I need to service you. I need to fuck you. I expect you to be sopping when you knock on the door; I instruct you to start on yourself in the car. I need to throw you face down over the bed, flip your skirt, tear your panties, and get inside you in a single thrust. I need to pound you until you cum. I need you to cum from nothing but my cock. I need to turn...
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Buffy finished up her patrol late that night and found herself on the way to Willow's house. She had told her mother she'd be having a sleepover there, mainly as an excuse to get out of the house, away from Dawn and Buffybot. A night of not being the Slayer or a daughter or a sister and just being her. Maybe she'd fuck Willow. Buffy shook her head. That wa...