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Horny Viking Sex

by MeganOckers on Jun 9, 2020
Humor & Satire

Education is still of utmost importance. Indeed, I'm sure that many of you who are currently reading this work are taking a well-earned break from your studies. So, if you're a history student this will be a busman's holiday. As you should all be aware by now I've been doing my bit to spice up your sex life during lockdown with some role play. Now you can...

The Absence Ch. 02

by misterwho on Oct 15, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Six yards of saree wound around her supple body did more to accentuate her sexuality than hide anything. She went to get the mutton curry and rice for the young master whom she had only just deflowered, as it were. As she stirred the curry to a simmer her mind was on the stirring inside her. Lokesh (whom she had called 'chinayya' or young master for years...

My Special Recipe

by ImaFantasy on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

I don't know where the notion came from. Just popped into my head one day, after sex! But it just wouldn't go away. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try it. The more I NEEDED to try it. So... I invited some friends over for dinner, which is a fairly regular thing for me to do. I'd planned the menu a bit differently this time...out of ne...

Cooking with the Monkey Pt. 02

by RedMonkeyButt on Sep 1, 2017
How To

As usual, any and all comments and feedback are welcome as long as it's creative. Red Beans and Rice This is a meal my family has at least twice a month. Not only do we love it that much, but it sure beats the shit out of pizza every day of the week and twice on Sunday. I don't generally serve it with a bunch of sides unless I'm serving a crowd, so at the...

Mr. Mutton is NOT Elvis Presley

by Egmont Grigor on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

It was just after midday when Elvis Mutton drove into the Plymouth Hotel car park on the West Coast of New Zealand in the pink Cadillac with a white roof as personalised number plates, 'MEMPHIS'. Elvis had purchased the wreck from a junkyard in Reefton in the South Island for fifty bucks plus the cost of four new white-wall tyres. He checked in to the cheap...

Teaching Her a Lesson Pt. 13

by Svalbarding on Oct 5, 2020
Novels and Novellas

Part Thirteen: Free and Reduced Meal Programs "All right, that's enough, girls." Abbie twisted to the side and looked over toward the fence dividing my yard from the Browns'. She tilted up her sunglasses. "Oh hey, C-dawg. Fancy seeing you here." "Yeah, hey, whatever. Seriously, that's enough." Taylor didn't bother looking or raising her sunglasses. "Perm...

A Holiday Spit Roast Recipe

by eightballbum on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

Note: This short story contains elements from most all fetishes. Light amounts of anal, bdsm, cross-dressing and masturbation. Hopefully you will find it entertaining. * Well my love, I just can't think of anything to get you this Christmas. You're already the perfect husband and partner. A magazine subscription or new head covers for your golf clubs just...

Zubeda Ch. 03

by rudraduttt on Apr 10, 2018
Loving Wives

"Ahhhhhh," Zubeda moaned beneath her husband. She tried hard not to, knowing Khalil to be in the next room, but Gaphar made it impossible. He had never fucked her so hard before. He was relentless. Was he angry? She couldn't understand. He had been quiet around mealtime and his mild flirtations hadn't made the evening rounds either. She wondered if anything...

Tina's Routine

by poohlive on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Tina felt her life moving into a routine. She didn't understand if she liked it, or hated it. It was simply, routine. There was a numbness that came with routine, a bland series of days strung together and adding up to her life. She didn't hate it, because there is a comfort in routine. Her life had been anything but comfort, and to have it now, that safet...

Maid For Dessert Ch. 01

by g1ory on Sep 14, 2020
BDSM

It is Friday morning and Sir leaves me with a lingering kiss as he walks out the door to go to work for the day. Immediately I go into the kitchen and check the special bulletin board he maintains there just for me. My heart skips a beat as I spy the familiar yellow post it note he's left me. It reads, "Check The Box". Heart beginning to race, I run upstair...