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Becoming a Slut Wife: Angie Ch. 02

by Just Plain Bob on Sep 26, 2017
Loving Wives

Author's note: This story is not stand-alone. To understand where it is coming from you need to read Becoming A Slut Wife: Angie (1). This is not a stroke story; it is all about revenge. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ She got up, kissed my dick, told it not to go away and she left the room. She came back a minute later with a knife and cut m...

Motivation Ch. 01

by techsan on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Signore Calcio for his story suggestion and editing to make this a better story. John Kettering was disappointed and puzzled. Maybe most of all, he was frustrated. Being the head fo...

Watching Her

by 2small4her on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Chapter- 1 (Our beginning) One of the things I really got off on when I was in high school was watching hot girls and women getting undressed for bed. I even pursued this hobby for a couple years in college. I need to explain what I mean by 'watching'; I was a voyeur, a serious voyeur. I engaged in serious peeping on a lot of girls I grew up with, dated and...

Return to the Past

by RakenHoe on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

This was the first day in several weeks at was not cold and dreary. The sunny was bright and it felt warm on one’s skin. I went out onto the sundeck, it is surrounded by glass and heated. I stripped completely naked and laid back on a towel. The warm sun along with the heat coming from the ducts soon had me sleeping like a baby. For me every day is Saturday...

Return of the Contract Killer Pt. 01

by 100 Angry Bananas on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Considering I hadn't killed anyone for months, life was good. People say, "Do what you know." I know killing people. This is not a skill accepted in great degrees by our society. If you're good at killing people, you go into the military, or if you're really good, you get into politics. Neither option appealed to me, so I had used my skills in an illegal f...

Return to the Land

by SW_MO_Hermit on Sep 11, 2017
Romance

"NO! Damn it Roger I don't want to just take off and lay around the damn beach with you. I'm sick of Miami and have more important things to do than traipse all around the country with you. That's all you want to do any more. We're young. We need to live it up before it's too late. I'm sick of you telling me I can't go out with my friends. I have a life and...

The Return Ch. 04

by muirmadra on Sep 18, 2017
Non-Erotic

Robert Armestead "Revenge is a dish best served cold"-Les liaisons dangereuses * The old Victorian mansion appeared to have been plucked right out of an Edgar Allen Poe novel. Overlooking the highest point of the town, Moon Key Point, the structure's stonework assembled into three massive wings, each wing capped with an immense copper dome long since weat...

The Return of Justin D'Enfer Ch. 08

by The Needler on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Justine settled on a couch, spreading her body awkwardly to let her heavily pregnant form roost. Justin hummed as he got things ready, and she smiled at him as he worked. "Lots of tools for your secretary's boobs. Are you ready?" "Oh, yes. I've got great plans for her today. She told you right? You always wanted to see what I did to Aunt Adele when she firs...

The Return of the Dominasstrix

by naughtygurl30 on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

"Hey Gina," I said holding up a package of black rope. "This will work perfectly." Gina, wearing her customary faded jeans and white tank top, was standing in front of a rack of strap-on dildos. "Oh yeah!" She said looking up from the box she had in her hand. "That will work great." A couple of nights ago, after too many cocktails to count, I had shared m...

Alien Cat-duction

by dowd_elwood_p on Sep 26, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

*** Glow *** The living room lit up bright orange. The glow flooded through the cottage's back windows as if the forest had burst into flame, and then, everything went dark again. It couldn't have been lightning – it had been silent and drawn out. I hurried out to the back step, but all I could see was the dark outline of pine boughs swaying lethargically i...