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The mouth whores of T

by Argos on Mar 2, 2021
BDSM

Any Resemblance to Actual Persons, Living or Dead, is Purely Coincidental The small town of T counts just 2900 inhabitants. Actual it’s not more than a village, with a limited number of shops, one restaurant and two pubs. As always in such a small, close-knit community, everyone knows each other and this provides an excellent breeding ground for the gossip c...

Everybody Loves Debra 2008

by Shake88 on Sep 25, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

EVERYBODY LOVES DEBRA'S RACK: "FIXING HER PIPES" Gianni is under the counter and all you can see are his legs peeking out from under the sink cabinet. Debra walks into the kitchen in her bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her freshly washed hair. She takes a filter out of the cupboard and opens up the coffee maker. She looks around. "Damn it, what happened...

The Perfect Pair Pt. 11

by ChangeYourPassword on Oct 6, 2020
Fetish

The Perfect Pair, Chapter 11 (fetish, chastity, consensual, cross dressing, ponyplay) By ChangeYourPassword Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy...

Scold's Bridle

by BlackShanglan on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Horror

"Go ahead. Touch it." Richard leaned over her shoulder, his breath hot by her cheek. Bridget pulled instinctively away from his rancid, scrubby beard, but she couldn't help reaching out with a horrified fascination. "Go on," Richard breathed harshly. It was cold and rough under her fingers – hard, rusted, eaten away by time and ground to dullness with...

Seduction at the Old Gaol Ch. 09

by AndreaJordan on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

The sound of Belinda locking doors, turning and jangling keys had almost brought James to climax. Almost. He just needed to touch himself, but unfortunately that was impossible while his whole body was tightly shackled to the wall. His excitement was heightened by an edge of fear. Belinda had been right, if she chose never to release him, his skeleton would...

Seduction at the Old Gaol Ch. 02

by AndreaJordan on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

"I'm here for the tour," James said with his dangerously addictive smile. Belinda looked up from the reception desk of the old gaol. He was wearing a different suit, this one wasn't covered in dust, but otherwise he looked just as good. The punishment she'd inflicted on him on his last visit didn't seem to have affected his confidence as he sat on her desk...

Last Payment

by Mr James on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Kat pushed open the door to Andrew's study. The empty chair and the desk seemed to mock her as she scanned the books lining the walls. The laptop computer he used was closed and, she assumed, locked away in one of the drawers, leaving the wooden surface bare of ornament. There was not even a sheet of paper resting on the polished top. She glanced at the cloc...

Torture Forgery

by oggbashan on Oct 8, 2019
Romance

Copyright Oggbashan August 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. +++ "Ow! That hurt. It isn't large enough for my wrists, Alice."...

Seduction at Belinda's House Ch. 17

by AndreaJordan on Mar 3, 2020
BDSM

James was exhausted after meetings in two continents over five days. He had missed Belinda, he always did, and the thought of seeing her smile loomed large as he walked up to the front door. He realised that he didn't yet have a key for the new security lock, and so had to wait patiently for her to answer the door. When she did, she was wearing only a sheer...

The Witch of Dark Hollow

by Sabledrake on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Horror

Leah. Leeeee-ah. She moaned fitfully, emerging from a sleep that felt as deep and dark as Goodman Miller's millpond. Leeee-ah. The voice, crooning. And then a laugh. A laugh that seemed familiar. High, shrill, tittering, a laugh like rusty nails and icicles. Pain. Sharp and twisting. At the tip of one breast, then the other. Leah gasped. Something w...