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Not Just a Boss Ch. 05

by sexthroughwords83 on May 22, 2018
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Holy shit. Matt had just said he loved her. There was no way that this was happening. First they had just been fooling around and having sex a little bit, and now the bachelor man was in love with her? Not that Annie really minded. After all, she was also in love with him. But there was never any hope inside of her that she could get such a sexy, dominating...

A Punishing Affair Ch. 2

by CJT on Jul 14, 2020
Loving Wives

Leslie showered after Tom left. Her ass still burned from having his cock in it. The hot water rushed over her body soothing it. She opened her mouth and let the water flow into it. Washing the taste of his cum out. She spit the warm water out and reached for the soap. She rubbed the bar over her body, lather forming over her breasts. Tom had been brutal in...

Laundry Tales 02: Riding for a Fall

by jeanne_d_artois on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Horror

************************************************* Copyright jeanne_d_artois October 2006 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. *******...

Birthday Girl

by girlowned on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

(I would like to say thank DaddyDionysius for looking over my work again. Your help is greatly appreciated. This story is a special request from Master, I hope you all enjoy it. Please leave me any comments you have and I would love your votes. Thank you, GirlOwned) Birthday Girl I sat at my desk, trying to do some blogging to keep my mind off the fact...

Voicemails

by Gonegirl611 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

It all started with the voicemails. She had been teasing him for months. She wouldn't send him dirty pictures, she only left the voicemails. It was always the same but he listened to them all over and over again. It started with the heavy breathing, little yelps and then the moans as she orgasmed and then hung up. He had finally had enough and decided to vis...

Too Hard, To Long

by yelrut52 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

When I was younger I would get so fuckin hard my dick would hurt. I could only fuck about 20 minutes before blowing a load. I just had to finish. It actually hurt like it would be damaged. It was like I needed to finish. I could fuck two sometimes three times a night back then. Now that I'm a bit older I don't get so hard so it hurts and I can fuck prett...

Self Bondage in the Woods

by AdelaideNurse on Mar 27, 2019
BDSM

About me: I'm a 23 year old Nurse working at a large hospital in Adelaide, South Australia (OK - I work at Flinders). I'm quite short (4'11" or 150 cm) and skinny, but not anorexic or anything. I'm a b-cup up top, pale skin with get-black straight hair down to my shoulders. I don't think I'm stunningly pretty, but I'm alright. A few months ago I wrote two...

Closet Discipline

by MiscellanistMiss on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Click. Click click click. Click. I could hear his mouse furiously clicking through the closet door, and aside from my own moans and the vibrating hum coming from both holes, it was all I could hear. I squirmed my hands, testing the tautness of the ropes that tied both wrists together to the closet pole just in front of me. My ankles had been bound together t...

The Inquisitor Ch. 05

by theTCat on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

"Come my lady," purred the maid. "You are trembling and cold. And you walk unsteady on your feet. Ah, I see you have experienced his feather machine." she said with a knowing smile. "Hurry, let us get you warmed again, and I shall show you the castle." Taking her hand, she led the princess to her bed, and bade her lay down. "I thought he said you were to wa...

Tormentor

by MrPezman on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

Terry looked through one of the dirty windows of his apartment at a collecting storm that he hoped might wash him away, just so that he might finally have a little peace. On the secondhand night table next to his bed was a bottle of prescription sleeping pills he'd just gotten refilled, and a glass of orange juice. Condensation beaded on the outside of the g...