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Nothing Compares to You Pt. 02

by MidKnight1378 on Mar 16, 2020
Group Sex

Summer Of 93' My memoirs. This Summer changed our lives forever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Maggi home and wanting dinner Natalie and I kissed one last time and rolled out of bed. "Really need the bathroom guys, is that ok?" Maggi asked us while running to the bathroom. Natalie giggled a little and said, "Pete and I already used it", as she ran over and...

Sex-Cubed Ch. 06: 2's Company, 3's à Ménage

by tentacruelest on Apr 17, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

After managing to calm down the two women and keep them from coming to blows, Krista had them both sit down on the fleshy floor, a good distance away from each other and with her in between. Since they seemed like they were total opposites of each other, with one being a strong, military woman who finds honor in serving her planet and actively hated being th...

My Last Night of Freedom Ch. 03

by Sungmehetu on May 4, 2020
BDSM

Lindy The cussing from the basement was loud enough to reach the kitchen. Domina was upstairs, recently fed, and I spent an hour at church. Johanna came down stairs after her turn at church and relieving Domina's bladder. Two plates were on the floor with eggs and sausage on them. "Honey I need you. She filled me up." Johanna said. So I lay on the floor a...

Spanking Leads to Sex

by susangreenway on Mar 31, 2020
Fetish

[This story does include instances of three bodily functions so if that is not something you want to read, stop right now. Per the title, there's some spanking, too. All the characters are over 18.] I was nervous when I accepted a really good job in my home city but realized it would mean I would be returning to live at home again. Going to college was a li...

Nanobotic Toilets

by RedHatter76 on Sep 18, 2017
Fetish

My mother is a genius, but nobody knows just how much of a genius she is, and it's not exactly something I can freely share with anyone, or at least not anyone I don't know and trust really well. You see, she's a world-class engineer who works for a private aerospace company. She and her team have been collaborating with the government for over a decade to d...

The Handyman Ch. 06

by jsmangis on Sep 19, 2017
Mature

In this chapter, he gets treated like a king by an elegant lady. ***** Rachael I was pleasantly surprised to see Rachael at my door when I opened it. She was the owner and head chef of 'La Petite Maison', an exclusive bistro that specialized in French and Mediterranean cuisine, and she was carrying two large insulated food containers. As I helped her carr...

Meeting in the Woods

by Scf57 on Oct 13, 2017
Fetish

Disclaimer: This story contains non-consensual scat and male bisexual action. ***** I was in Japan for a few weeks, alone, and my Japanese was still too bad to communicate easily with the Japanese people. I have never been really good at making friends, so I spent most of my free time alone. One of my favorite hobby is hiking, and I always loved to walk in...

The Homewrecker Ch. 15

by Rimcrim on Dec 10, 2018
Fetish

The meal seemed like it would never end. Carol was amazed just how much food one person could eat. Fabonita downed a whole roast chicken, three filet mignons, a bowl of mashed potatoes, a massive container of beans, and then a dozen extra-cheesy burritos, which she downed with a pot of coffee. "I have to say I'm impressed!" Carol said. "I had no idea you co...

Going Home

by Timpoo on Nov 20, 2018
Fetish

Just a short story about being with a friend who finally wet his pants after a long struggle trying to hold on whilst we sat trapped in my car above Birmingham on Spaghetti Junction. irrelevant I suppose but we were heading north to get to the M54 for Telford where I was living for six months whilst deputising for my manager on a project whilst he was off si...

The Three Porcelaineers, Plus One Pt. 01

by anonymous3 on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

My name is Ethan. The following events are entirely fictional. ***** Tuesday I was leaving work on this Tuesday when my ringing cell phone stopped me outside the PC service shop where I worked, in a suburb of Portland, Oregon. I looked at the caller ID readout. Tasha. Something like nine months ago, I had spent three or four days with one of the empl...