by
golden smog
on Sep 13, 2017
First Time
Scotland: 1557
Colin slept little. When he woke, he found that Margarete had moved away from him and turned over. He saw by the single candle left burning that her eyes were open, she was watching him. They lay for some time facing one another. Like him, she was thinking that the consummation of their marriage must come soon, but the news of her brother's c...
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by
golden smog
on Sep 17, 2017
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Scotland: 1557
Colin slept little. When he woke, he found that Margarete had moved away from him and turned over. He saw by the single candle left burning that her eyes were open, she was watching him. They lay for some time facing one another. Like him, she was thinking t...
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by
Quarkmonkey
on Sep 12, 2017
Romance
I told you I wanted to take a walk. It was 6:45 in the evening and most people had already left the tiny beach. It was beginning to get chilly enough that they no longer wanted to swim. You and I had both abandoned the water an hour ago and spent the dusk lying on our stomachs on a blanket together, our noses buried in separate books. It was one of my favori...
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by
justincbenedict
on Sep 24, 2019
BDSM
They called Dr.Tambellini, the head of Pulmonolgy at Buttermilk General "Tambo" the nickname of his youth,.
He'd been called this when he'd played stoopball with his friends in the tenements of Angel's Alley, just a shade economically more prosperous than the denizens of the Buttermilk Narrows.
Tambo was not pretentious; he considered much of his economica...
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by
rikkitik
on Sep 16, 2017
Romance
There are places in nature that just suddenly catch your eye as being perfect. Waling through the woods yesterday, I saw just such a place. Secluded, yet not far from the road, a small clearing ringed with huge old pine trees. Dogwoods mingle with the pines, the blooms lending a certain scent to the smell of the pine. The ground is covered with pine needles,...
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BDSM
The breeze is stirring through my hair as W/we drive along in Your vehicle. i no longer care where the road leads because You have already pulled me from reality back to where this whore belongs, in Your realm.......
It started in Your home where You brought me in, dragging me by my hair, down the stairs and into Your dungeon. Your words telling me what a...
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by
Biguybyc
on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM
Hi, I'm Peter, and this is my story. I am writing it as a warning to others, mainly about not breaking the eleventh commandment – i.e. "Don't get caught." I did and the results were incredibly painful for others and myself.
Anyway, to go back a few years, when mobile phones and text messaging were new, and rather trendy, I was working for a guy called Nick....
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by
debbie_knowlson
on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM
The moment...
I am 37, female, and have been a collared slave for over eight years, I am owned by Master John. It was Master John who found my submissive side and worked on me to 'brake me in'. I am totally under his wise guidance and control, I live with him on a 24x7 basis.
In this account, I would like to share with you the moment in service I most enjo...
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by
62_goo
on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish
Steph woke up and looked at the sleeping form next to her. Her first thought was of her husband, Phil. But a split second after that thought entered her head she realised that it was Amanda her girlfriend sleeping next to her. She thought about how much in love with Amanda she was and also of the situation she found herself in.
It had started when she was f...
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by
Original_SinApple
on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic
Aileen walked in to the tiny shop on the corner. It was her 18th birthday and her virgin skin had begun to shudder in anticipation. The shop was simply named Tattoo, and inside there stood "the Creeper" a seemingly filthy man covered in Indian black ink that, with time fades to a forest green. Scraggily brown grey beard streaked with left over lunch and hair...
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