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Tales From The Psych Ward 07 - Again a Witness

by The_Technician on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Tales From The Psych Ward 07 - Again a Witness by The Technician = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe...       Well, maybe... From the son...

Topping from the Bottom

by Cinner on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

"I do own you, you know," he says to me, running his hand along my side and stomach, squeezing my flesh here, plucking a nipple there. I dare not cringe away, even though it tickles, because he will only keep doing it if he knows that I don't want that. He has misunderstood me and his role completely, but I give him points for trying, and do not comment upon...

The Roommate Pt. 02

by ValoryG on Sep 14, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

"Well, yes, I did sneak a peek," he managed in a squeaky voice. "You know, I guess it's a guy thing to want to check out a woman's undies." "Well, how would you feel if I rummaged through your underwear and wore some of it?" asked Miranda. Josh wanted to withdraw like a turtle into its shell. "I didn't say I wore your things," he countered. "But you did,...

Second Hand Pussy

by 69plus1 on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

We had hooked up a half dozen times when we were laying by each other covered in sweat and our combined juices when she said: "We need to talk." "Oh-ho, I know what that means, want me to just leave?" I said. "No but after I tell you something you might want to." She replied turning towards me. "Well what's on your mind?" I asked fearing things were going...

Extra Credit for Amber!

by sexy_mama_09 on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

It was Tuesday, Amber was headed to her psychology class. She was a freshman at the Junior College & she hated this class & it's teacher. She was tired of all the hard work to get average grades. Mr Ardor wasn't a very friendly teacher, so she didn't want to ask what else could be done for her grade. When Amber got to the class, Mr Ardor wasn't in yet, b...

Prisoner S. Claus

by lindiana on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

"Cut the crap, buddy. My partner and I have your file. Your list of aliases is longer than my arm. Kris Kringle, Santa Claus, S. Nick..." the officer droned on. "Actually that's Saint Nick," he pointed the error out politely. "Whatever. Look, you aren't some do gooder if you have all these aliases. Admit you broke into the Smith's house to rob them then we...

Good Vibrations

by Humpdee84 on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Steph had worked at the same ambulance company for several years. She liked the work, the different kinds of calls, the people and her co-workers were, overall, pretty great people. Though she was an Emergency Medical Technician-Basic, and normally worked a truck, she had been rotated into dispatch for a couple of months. It was actually a blessing since win...

Sex Club for Nerds and Geeks Ch. 06

by Peterspeter on Sep 18, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Falling asleep early means you wake up early. It was 1:30 in the morning and I had this wonderful, naked, just-introduced-to-fucking-five-hours-ago girl asleep next to me. I tip-toed to the bathroom, peed, got a pitcher of water and two glasses, and returned to touch Julia on the shoulder. "Thirsty?" "What? Huh? — Oh Carl." She remembered where she was. "Y...

A Class In Psychology

by AmberLion on Sep 19, 2017
Anal

1 Alexis Haley had blonde hair, penetrating blue eyes and fascinating lips that always seemed to be frowning. She was a graduate student at Priapis State University where I was finishing my bachelor's in psychology. I had met her two years ago when I first switched my major from English to Psych. She had ignored me, which wasn't surprising. I'd had a tenden...

The Laundry Room Ch. 1

by Sperman Alexie on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

"Do these smell 'April Fresh' to you?" To be honest, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, because I had my nose buried in a History text book. The droning of washers and dryers in the laundry room had me in a trance, imagining what it must have been like in the post-Civil War Reconstruction era. "Excuse me," asked a husky feminine voice. I looked...