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A Bacon & Peanut Butter Sandwich

by D Fiant on Sep 15, 2017
Humor & Satire

Toast? Why do I smell toast? My eyes flutter open, and a ratty brown teddy bear gazes at me through two glassy eyes. Could this innocent, if not entirely unsavory teddy bear be the source of the toast odor? And how does a teddy bear come to bear the scent of toast in the first place? My new bedmate has no answers for me, so I don't even bother asking it wh...

Morning Mirror

by toast on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

As directed by his internet Mistress, toast put on the heavy one inch thick sterling silver ring and began to prepare for bed. Adding a butt plug on his own initiative as another tribute to his Mistress, he realized he would have to tell her and be punished for not first asking her permission. He felt so desperately alone and longed for a Mistress to take hi...

Abigail Slaughter

by gauchecritic on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Abigail Slaughter was a woman of passion. Many of Abigail's co-workers thought she was temperamental, the more charitable amongst them said, fiery, those that had disliked her from the get go said psychotic. None of these people had ever noticed that Abigail's signature on any and all documentation carried an apostrophe after her given name and, that she nev...

Not Quite an Indecent Proposal

by zeke81 on Sep 11, 2017
Loving Wives

John walks over to the table where his friend Eric is sitting and puts 3 napkins in front of him on the table. "Read it and weep; three phone numbers from three very beautiful women all in just one trip over to the bar to order a drink." John said. "Big deal...phone numbers are easy. If you're so good do something that nobody else can." Eric said. "Like w...

Training

by MindInMyth on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Jamie woke to sunshine illuminating her room. She stretched and yawned before rising to get breakfast. She moved slowly as the last bits of sleep fell away from her. She tossed bread into the toaster and raked a comb thru the brown rat's nest on her head. The smell of toast reached her nose just before the toast popped from its slots. She took a quick test b...

The Little Vixen

by the_torrid_temptress on Sep 12, 2017
Mature

Chapter One: The Beginning Victoria tried to sleep. The night was hot and muggy. She had the sheets pooled around her ankles. She whipped her nightgown off over her head. Her whole body was hot. The heat wouldn't let her got to sleep. As she drifted between sleep and wakefulness, her mind filled with thoughts of him. Travis was dark and mysterious. He wa...

Whisky Night Frolics

by glesca_kitty69 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I let the music lead my body, let it guide my hips to sway to the beat, let it shake my ass and jiggle my hips with abandon. "Drink your whisky! I want you good and drunk," you command me, and I raise my glass in a toast to you, giggling and dancing still, and drain the shot in one. Then I wave my glass at you and you snatch it from my fingers, grinning. Ha...

The Toast

by Satin-N-Silk-Tigress on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

We have agreed to meet for dinner at one of the nicer dining establishments in the area. Lace and I walk in together wearing selections from our sexiest dresses. We spot our two new friends, already seated at a secluded table at the far end of the room. The table has a fantastic view of the ocean, fresh flowers as a centerpiece, and a long linen tablecloth....

Humiliation Punishment

by Slaveboy82 on Jan 28, 2019
Fetish

I am a 35-year-old happily married man and I have always been faithful. I do however, have a crush on my wife's best friend Claire. When we all spend time together with her and her long-term partner, I have to ensure I am not staring at her face, figure or as someone with a foot fetish her feet. Her partner occasionally teases her about her feet because her...

Cindy's Slut Ch. 18

by Bastinado on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

Ch.18-Goodbye Girls At about three AM I couldn't keep the fetid mixture in my stomach anymore. I crawled from the foot of Marsha's bed into the bathroom. Kneeling over the toilet, I wretched and vomited. At least a quart of vile yellow-green, globular slim heaved from my guts. I barfed until I had the dry heaves. Sweating and week, I crawled back to the foo...