Manure+quicksand Stories

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Science of a Fetish

by sakura_inverse on Sep 12, 2017
Fetish

Hi, my name's Maria and let me start by saying I'm a complete science nerd. I'm not one of those fat couch potatoes that plays video games or creams over comic book super heroes. I'm 25, have light brown skin, black hair down to my shoulders, and my friends say I could be the chicana version of Velma from Scooby Doo. You don't know how hard I have to work by...

The Perfect Aphrodisiac

by Luscious_Lane on Apr 3, 2019
NonHuman

She pulled the bell-shaped flower down gently burying her nose to fully enjoy the fragrant almond scent. "Absolutely beautiful. You're getting so big too!" Red bell-shaped blossoms dropped elegantly from the tall canopy, surrounding her as she spread the food near the thick center trunk. It was early morning and the flowers were just opening, releasing the...

The Power of Scent

by Killozap on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Julie and Andrew were married since two years, they had met the first time one year before they went to the register office. Their life had turned completely after they met each other, they both had been singles before and enjoyed the loneliness. But that changed rapidly after their first sexual intercourse, they felt the power of attraction between them, l...

The Perfect Whore

by submissive kelly on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Do you know what "primus inter pares" means? No, i don't. Good, let's keep it that way. What? Why is that? It will keep you less intelligent than me, which is where we want you, darling. And so begins most days with this man. She glows under the weight of her own trap, an intricate design of knots and webs covering her freedom. This man, he is maybe 20...

Naked Woman in the Forest Ch. 2

by blackdarth on Sep 26, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Chapter 2: The Dwarf Judy awoke in the early dawn. She was shivering from the chill of the night. She moved in the mud that had covered her like a soft warm blanket throughout the dark hours and realized that there was no natural heat here anymore. The muck had slowly cooled. That she had remained still allowed the goo next to her absorb the natural warmth...

Sarah's First Bikini

by Sarahcheer on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Since I have been working on some of my real life spankings, I figured I best tell you the story of my first bikini. I was 18, and a senior in high school in Atlanta. Well, since there aren't any beaches around, just pools, I figured I would get a bikini to get a tan and sun bathe in. The only problem with that were my parents, particularly my dad. They are...

First Submission

by Ferngeliebt on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

From the other side of the world she had come. Unannounced. They had written to each other of course – two or three flippant e-mails. Nothing more. They had never previously met. Yet, from his silent greeting to the way he held the door open for her and the way she entered without hesitation, one would have thought that this was a daily routine. It certain...

Head of the Household

by Joana12 on Apr 7, 2020
Fantasy

Marcella couldn’t move if she wanted to. The mattress beneath her was quicksand and the weighted blanket pinned her among a layer of warm air. Her arms, draped over the tyrian purple blankets like a good girl, soaked in the cool room air. It kept her balanced. Four marbled oak pillars swallowed most of the room in their weaved bed frame. It would have been e...

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The Reno Fantasy Ranch

by hematoma on Jan 19, 2016
Amateur

You are Clarabelle Chastain. Three weeks after turning eighteen, your father dropped dead on the job. Tragic, right? It gets worse. Dear old dad was a great guy, but terrible with money, which means you're not only losing your dad, you're losing your house and just about everything else. If you'd gotten some scholarships, you might have been able to go to co...

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A Rogue's Tale

by Anarchy33 on Jul 7, 2020
Fantasy

The pungent stench of shit wafted through the cold stone cell, where Jax had been trapped for several months. The smell was unfortunately all too familiar to him. Every morning, the same farmer came and dumped a pile of horse manure just a few metres away from the barred 'window' that lit the room he lived in. The room itself was dreadful. The floor stained...

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