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A Kiss at the End of Our Day

by steamer5139 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Melanie is wearing a black silk camisole and matching bikini, lacey apparel with the salacious character of a whore's costume in that it scarcely covers her nearly bald mons or cloaks her measure of healthy breasts. Through the gauzy weave, I see pale brown nipples, the pink skin of flat belly, and the prominent slash so dear to me, the cleft of buttocks....

Nip Slips

by jaycox on Sep 12, 2017
First Time

As she reached across the bar for her drink, Shawna's big, pink areole peeped over the top of the loose, white, silk camisole she wore. She turned slightly to her right to grab some money for her drink out of her Louis Vuitton wrist bag, and her pink nipple delicately followed its areole. The bartender grinned in appreciation, but he wasn't the intended targ...

They Met at a Wedding

by 4uaw1 on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

They met at her father's wedding. Ann was dressed in white silk. White silk camisole, panties, socks even. The soft silk caressed her as she walked into the registry office. Her erect nipples felt every step and protruded out of the dress so while many in the congregation had their eyes on the bride, over half were centred on her chest. The tiara shone ine...

Dawn's New Life Ch. 04

by palles on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

The band had just started its third set for the evening as Dawn and Cindy passed through the doors of Diane and Bob's bar. The Back Bar was not very crowded for 11:45 pm on a Saturday night. Dawn liked it better with fewer people, she liked to dance and fewer people left her more free space on the small floor to express herself. Dawn was wearing tight fittin...

Wolf's Dream

by OX2 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

After a long hard day at work I fall into bed. It is so soft and comfortable. I am exhausted. I enjoy your scent on the pillow as I sink into oblivion. Darkness engulfs me and my body relaxes, deep in slumber. I ease into a dream, feeling my body mentally flounder in gray mist. Peace and not peace war in my subconscious mind. Yesterdays and tomorrow incite m...

Vonique Ch. 02

by peterlordflanders on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

Part II Who is Seducing Whom? Lynn tried to clear her head as she headed back to the penthouse office of her new boss Darryl. She stopped by the bathroom, hanging up his dry cleaned clothes and splashing some water on her face. Her pupils were distended, and her nipples were painfully hard, standing at full attention, pressing out on her silk camisole....

Helpful Policeman

by snglover on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Karen got out of bed angry due to the noise of the fight that lasted most of the night from somewhere in her neighbourhood. Deciding that she would take the day of work, as she just couldn't be bothered rushing around to get dressed and fed before trying to beat the rush hour traffic into the city. After having something to eat she went back to her room to...

Airport Arrival

by ckklover on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

As I exit the jet way I see you in your new denim mini skirt and your new top. My gaze lowers to your pretty feet with their crimson toenails and glittery gold toe rings. The strappy white high-heeled sandals you are wearing add at least three inches to your height. I follow your bare curvaceous legs upwards until they disappear under your skirt. As my eyes...

Hunting

by green_eyed_lady52 on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I was sitting in my blind in the middle of the woods enjoying the quiet peace and solitude. It was one of those rare unseasonably warm afternoons for a November 17 in Michigan; about 58 degrees. The day required only jeans, heavy socks, work boots, a heavy sweater, quilted orange vest, 1 pair of thermals and of course silk bikinis and camisole (my major vice...

Why Dressing Rooms Have Benches

by ScorchingFlame on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I ran my hand along the fabric of the skirt, feeling its silky texture – imagining how it would hug my hips and give hints of what lay beneath. Certainly worth trying on at least. I hooked the hanger over my index finger, next to the slinky grey silk camisole. They were both more revealing that I was used to wearing, "What the hell?" I shrugged inwardly and...