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Sandra's Passions...Ch. 2

by Bassoon on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

The Story of a Woman's Sexual Awakening Chapter Two: When Sandra Met Keith During the weeks which followed our adventure with Garry, our sex life was better than ever. She had a certain confidence, which was very apparent, and whilst she was never a shy person and always preferred the company of men to women, I started to notice in her, a more provocative,...

Tabitha Ch. 09

by LaLaLady on Sep 15, 2017
Interracial Love

"Thanks for agreeing to this," Vance said as he slid into the booth across from Wes. "I didn't think you'd want to see me." Wes studied Vance. His old friend looked rough. Vance was usually pale, but his eyes weren't usually red-rimmed with bags underneath. His red hair was spiked in every direction and died black at the tips. There were silver rings on alm...

Prostitute Part Time Ch. 02

by Vic5 on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

The first chapter dwelt with Betty and Bill having jobs at a fast food restaurant that didn't pay enough to cover the rent and other bills. Betty and Bill emphatically said no when the landlord first suggested he wanted to fuck her for the rent. Later when they saw their unpaid bills stack up and were going to be evicted, they agreed to his suggestion. Also,...

The Trip Ch. 03

by fluidline1 on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

He watched her from the bed, smoking a cigarette and lying on his back, his head cradled in one arm. She was tired of the showers. It was a fetish with these guys, she thought. It was like they wanted to just cover her body up with their semen and then watch her standing under the shower and then begin all over again. The room was the same -- she already...

B-ball Night

by MrMsScrewloose on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

Mainly fiction. A little bit of this happened, but not nearly enough. But it would have been great fun. All women were on the pill back then. And, this being fiction, in this universe there are no STDs, so fictional people don't need to practice safe sex as real people do. Don't try this at home. * When we finally got a really large TV many years ago, we...

The Patriotic Wife

by Hotwife on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

Hello, I'm going to tell you a story, a true story (of course the names have been changed and some minor details) that happened to me just a few months ago that has completely transformed my life. I would even say it has liberated me unconditionally in every way. I am still a married woman, and to my husband, sons and friends there seem to be no reasons...

Mix & Match

by Rumple Foreskin on Sep 1, 2017
Erotic Couplings

This is a work of fiction (no, really?) that contains elements of: incest, group sex, interracial love, anal, lesbian sex, and romance. You have been warned. -- A gentle kiss woke Sue. Opening her eyes, she looked up into the handsome, smiling face of her big brother. She grinned and returned his wake-up kiss then wrapped her arms around him and pulled his...

Coveting Ch. 02

by Paris Waterman on Sep 15, 2017
Loving Wives

The Girls A few days later, Margie and Tessa were out on Margie's patio sharing a bottle of wine. "I swear to god he did!" Margie laughed. "Details, girl, I want the details," Tessa said. "I think my husband's gone over the deep end, really I do," Margie said her voice now serious. "But what did he say, or do, Marge?" "He tried to get me drunk. Well,...

Niagara Falls

by JoeyElmtree on Sep 1, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

"Well here it is, everyone!" Brandon announced as we entered the hotel room. I turned on the lights. Brian and Kelley followed us in and dumped their knapsacks on the bed. Kelley stepped quietly into the bathroom and shut the door. The guys went to look the place over. Brian tore open the curtains and tentatively stuck his head out the balcony door. Brando...

The Dance

by daVinci on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

On the outside the club looked like any other seedy, rundown doorway littering the Rue de Macmont. The red paint peeling the iron hinges on the door rusted, scraped and rusted again. The sign, hanging limply on the old stonewall read simply “Flamenco”. To the unaware it might have been an old shoe store the windows having been blacked by a can of flat black...