It was, she reflected, a new thing. If nothing else, today was definitely a 'new thing' for her. Simply, she was nervous, and becoming more nervous with each passing minute. They'd talked online; he was witty, amiable, and apparently fit. He also (she thought--hoped) possessed some innate understanding of women which so many men never acquired. What attract...
A single drop of morning dew dripped from the penis. Or so it would have appeared to their quarry. In fact the object dangling from the tree was a life-like, phallic replica, 8 inches long, hanging suspended from a silken cord to the pine tree. It had been painted a life-like color; that was important to the test subjects. Or so Professor Cummond had always...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. If you had been to the unnamed places, you would recognize them. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here invol...
Jennifer lay on the warmed clay pavers beside the pool, her new, deep-blue bikini far too small for her. Dress for the body you want, not the one you have, right? She loved it out here, it was so peaceful. Their nearest neighbors were almost a mile away, and even if her hubby had been home, the bushy pines surrounding the pool area made it a private paradi...
Lee's cock was still twitching when he pulled it out of the doll's wet pussy. He posed her so that she was on her back with her legs bent and spread wide, his cum dripping from her life-like cunt. Wow! That was pure pleasure! I have got to have the real Clara, thought Lee, while he caressed her body. His obsession with the real Clara was beyond a glorified...
Lunar Terminator Palace, Sunrise Bed and Danst found themselves in the middle of a large hall that glowed white around them. They maintained their naked embrace, tight and frightened by the shock of travel. Only moments before they were in the Rejection Room of Zebra Ultra in the depth of the argument that Bed provided her own foreplay with the tongues tha...
by Scatwoman (credit to MercySlayer for inspiration) Part 3: "A New Life" Over the next month, Hannah was always ass-fucked first by the Chief and then left to the mercy of the other men. She now just bobbed up and down while her cunt and ass was used, no longer even pretending to resist. And she came so frequently Dylan wondered if she ever had time for a...
This is Angie - A little bit of pre-story notes. For those of you that have chosen to send hate mail - get a life, this is a story. If you hate blacks are blacks on white females so much than why the hell are you even in this section reading the stories. For those of you who fell it is necessary to send copies to me red line with all the things I did wrong i...
The morning mist was thick upon the pastures that lined the road to the stables. Stacy liked to arrive earlier than most riders. She loved riding her gelding on the trails and through the gently rolling hills alone. She was often the first rider to arrive in the morning when the stables were just coming to life. She parked her large SUV and strolled toward...
Chapter One I grew up in what I eventually learned was an unusual, albeit intelligent and socially aware upbringing. And in spite of it, I consider myself to be relatively normal. Mom gradually accepted the fact that I was on the feminine side of gay. There was a time when I was ten or twelve years old that she couldn't keep me out of her pink fuzzy slippe...