Porthos Bienes Raices Es Confiable Stories

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Red Riding Hood

by Fredoberto on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Spending a month island-hopping in Greece was my idea. Susie loves the sun and we don't see much of it in England for most of the year. Our daughters left the nest a couple of years ago, so it didn't take much of an effort to convince my wife to take a holiday in June, before the main holiday season begins. "Smart thinking, Jimmy!" was what she said. In he...

A New Innocence

by Jazz_E_too on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Annie stepped aside to welcome the girls into her apartment. Her husband, Dan, was away on business, and this was the new bride's first opportunity since the wedding for a 'girls' night out'. Joss, her maid-of-honour, smiled tentatively as she entered, followed quietly by the three bridesmaids, Leah, Krissy, and Mallory. The subdued atmosphere felt strange....

The Musketeers in Sexworld

by joylentgreen on Dec 17, 2017
Fan Fiction

Paris, 1630. Or possibly 2017, it's up to you. Athos, Aramis, Porthos and d'Artagnan are known for their devastating good looks, swashbuckling swordplay and military prowess, but it's their success in the bedroom (and salon and palace and tavern and stable and basically everywhere else) that I find more interesting. This is a "sexworld" AU, so publ...

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Time Rider Ch. 04

by BiscuitHammer on Feb 1, 2018
Humor & Satire

Disclaimer: All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented are done strictly for context and humour, I lay no claim to them. If you had trouble following the plots of Pulp Fiction or Four Rooms because of the back-and-forth timelines, just turn around and leave now, as...

Royal Justice

by Joseki Ko on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

At that point Joseki made several charges. (your Grace please post your missive) Stephan did try to account for his actions in the face of these charges and aquitted himself well. But was unable to refute the sheer mass of physical evidence presented. He was found guilty of brining a cursed weapon into Avalon. This being the weapon he left in the then Captai...

The Queens Maid Ch. 02

by Lucreace on Sep 19, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

The next few days followed a similar pattern, although I didn't see my new friend again, nor did I drink much wine. When I thought back on my behaviour, I was mortified. I didn't dare tell anyone about the encounter and no one seemed to notice my indiscretion either. I had to deliver many more notes and letters for the Queen and I began to know my way around...

Becoming Woman Ch. 01

by NaivelyWandering on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Author's note: There are no quick fixes here. I've taken what I wanted from the ages, and left behind what I didn't want, and therefore the resulting chapters are not nearly close to historically accurate. Thank-you again, Kelly for your help editing! "PAPA! PAPA!" A commotion outside his window drew the King's attention, and Imlan looked out of his study...

The Queens Maid Ch. 03

by Lucreace on Sep 19, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

The following morning, I awoke in my own room, safe in my own bed. The sunlight streamed through the curtains and it promised to be a beautiful day. I arose and washed myself from head to toe. I couldn't stand the thought of the dust from the dirty room still clinging to my skin. Once I'm dry I clothe myself in my favourite blue dress. I tuck D'artagnan's kn...

Schwänzchen klein blieb allein...

by Heidrun1968new on Aug 18, 2017
First Time

Hallo, ich muss mich zunächst vorstellen. Mein Name ist Jochen und ich bin nicht gerade ein Adonis. Nicht nur, dass ich einen kleinen Bauchansatz habe, einen relativ flachen Po und eine hohe Stirnglatze, nein... ich habe ein winziges Glied. Er ist winzig, er ist so klein, dass es kaum einen Unterschied macht ob er schlaff oder erigiert ist. Wenn es kalt ist,...

Tinna Trollop

by Troller on Jan 18, 2015
BDSM

Tina sitzt, leicht verloren, auf dem Barhocker, am Tresen des Strip-Clubs; „NICK NAGLER NACKTCAFFE“. Sie lässt, wiederholt, die Spitzen ihre langen Haare auf ihren, beinahe Nackten, Popo tippen, das leichte prickelnde Piksen, jagt ihr einen wohligen Schauer über ihren Rücken, sie gibt sich dem erregenden Gefühl hin. Geniest es mit jeder Faser ihres sinnliche...

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