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Hot Ravioli

by rcward on Aug 31, 2017
Loving Wives

"The trick is to have all of your ingredients out and ready. That way, you don't have to go digging for them while your hands are dirty." She bent at the waist to fetch the eggs from the bottom shelf of the fridge. Why we put the eggs at the bottom, I'll never know, but the view of her panty-clad bottom was going to ensure they stayed in that very spot. As...

Just Old Enough

by WaterSign69 on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

It was a dark, calm, clear Friday night in May. Layla had just arrived at her friend Joy's house for a sleep over because they had not seen each other in quite a while. Joy lived towns away, so of course they did not attend the same school. They had kind of grown apart with time, but still very much enjoyed each other's company and would be eager to catch up...

Private Investigator

by Closer11 on Mar 31, 2018
Miscellaneous

Make sure to turn on Game Mode while reading this story for all features to work correctly. _- - - - - - _ It was a rainy day in London, which was only made worse by the fact you were outside right now. You had just left the site of a mysterious ****. The **** had taken place at one of the large mansions at the edge of the city. The house had been owned by a...

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Jake's Fine Afternoon Off of Work

by JJEroticas on Dec 25, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The little Italian restaurant survived as a gem for two decades between a laundry mat with a Cinderella wall mural and a bicycle shop. On the left front of Osteria's sustained an outside bar, separated by brick walls, open on weekends. Bus boys shot out of dark alleys with grey tubs of ice, beer bottles, and wine. Peter bartended. The twenty six year old wor...

The Meeting

by profx on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

***** indicates a switch in the Point of View between Taylor and Xavier. My name is Taylor, and I'm on my way to meet my new sub. We met online, and after a few chats, I deemed him worthy of meeting in person. He sounds like a real dork, but luckily I like dorks. I love that look of innocence they have, the awkward glances at my lovely ass and breasts. An...

A Night Out

by LongPenStroke on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I had a fantasy that we went out to dinner to a very nice restaurant. We sat in a corner booth side by side. We were both nicely dressed, me in a suit and tie and you in a black sleeveless dress that ended just above your knee. The restaurant was dimly lit with mood lighting. Votive candles lit the table and accented the long red tablecloth that extended a...

Shower

by SunrockSin on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

"We're quite a pair, I mean look at us," Melissa said after tossing her armload of branches into the huge pile covering their front yard. "Yeah, pretty grungy, but hey this should be the last of it," Harry replied, dragging two garbage bags full of debris next to the large pile. "Well, finished until the power comes on, then we've got to get the inside of...

My Christmas Surprise

by fflover58 on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

"A year ago, I wrote 'My Birthday Surprise' totally on a whim. Despite it not being planned out, and even taking forever to finish the very last part, I feel like it's my most appreciated piece. I thank everyone who's read, favorited and positively commented on that story. Here I am a year later, with what I truly hope is a suitable sequel. Happy Holidays!"...

Melissa's Ordinary Day Ch. 02

by Floydman1 on Sep 15, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Work was uneventful. Melissa didn't notice the guys in the office trying not to ogle her the way that they always did. Home, she flopped down on the couch, not noticing her own grunt as the big plug in her ass bumped against her prostate or the involuntary flex of her sphincter that caused a few more drops of her precum to soak into her satin panties. She w...

Lovers (k)not

by broom11 on Sep 26, 2017
Fantasy

„Finally!” my friend Alex exclaimed when the ancient cabin appeared in the meagre light of the cellphone. “My batteries are almost dead.” Three weeks ago my great-aunt Bernadette had shuffled off the mortal coil, and her belongings had been divvied up among her remaining relatives. Luckily the reading of her will hadn’t devolved into the frenzied infighting...

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