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The Big Birthday Treat Ch. 2

by HangingChad on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

So now that Frank is aware of the situation involving these girls, he wants to take things slowly. There's no music playing, just the faint sounds of 18 year old girls whispering. Frank first takes off his shirt. The girls stop, take a long look at Frank's bare chest, and their jaws drop to the floor. Caiti says, "Oh my god! He's gettin' naked!" Samantha rep...

Review: Nothing Natural

by lindiana on Sep 13, 2017
Reviews & Essays

What do you do when you suspect the man with whom you are sleeping with performing a nefarious crime? That is the dilemma faced by Rachel, the tragic heroine of Jenny Diski's first novel, Nothing Natural, originally published in 1986. In this very British take on the dark underside of BDSM, Jenny Diski introduces us to the average divorcee, Rachel. The mot...

Her Day

by NymphWriter on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was a day, a week, a month full of turmoil. It ended with three of her students getting into fist fights, two of them within the four walls of her classroom. Along with a parent blaming her for their child's inability to pass, let alone behave, and another student being hurt in a car accident, her ruined day, week, and month were now complete. Back when s...

The Suit

by Rita63114 on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I work as a teacher in a school that specializes in getting young Americans ready in a hurry to work in the computer field, and a hallmark of such schools is good admissions numbers. Our campus probably has 15 Admissions Representatives. The position of Admissions Rep is basically a sales position. While they don’t talk of quotas, it is all about leads, ne...

Journey of a Naive Lily White Woman Ch. 02

by blckmasterwhiteslave on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Chapter 2: Teacher Turned Slave I knocked on his door... The anticipation of the initial moments was nerve racking. He came to the door with this satisfying grin on his face. He led me into his very small apartment to the couch/bed! LOL! Yes he sleeps on his couch -- it's one of those efficiency places! This happened to be my first time in one so I was a bi...

I Wish

by Tygrehart on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

I wish I had met you sooner. I wish I had been with you when you first began. I wish I had been that "best buddy" you made in kindergarten, that little boy who had teased you with a spider at the end of a stick, and then mumbled a sorry while holding a freshly picked dandelion after you cried to a teacher. I wish I had been the one to challenged of the scho...

New Moon

by PrincessErin on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

The obsession continues. Just as I put down my copy of "Twilight", I was then desperate to get my hands on a copy of the next book in the series. I did so and was not disappointed. By the time you read this book, you are in one of two groups of people. You are either absolutely completely obsessed with the book and can't sleep, eat, or do anything until you...

Sex on Screen

by JamesSD on Sep 14, 2017
Reviews & Essays

I love movies. Always have, always will. While my tastes have evolved with time, I've been drawn to eroticism in cinema ever since puberty. Of course, at first it meant watching Showtime or Cinemax at my friend's house late at night, sitting through bad acting for brief glimpses of bare, often silicone enhanced breasts. As I grew older I was able to rent Pla...

Teacher Fantasy

by WBK2008 on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

You're sitting there, grading papers and you hear the sound of my heels echoing in the hall. Before you can get up I arrive in your doorway. You look up and see me. I walk over and sit on the edge of your desk. You stand up and walk over to the door. You shut and lock it. You come back to the desk where I'm perched and you sit back in your chair. You lean f...

The Argentine

by BellaBestia on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

The one who loves you will make you weep." – Argentine Proverb The rope is soft and though it is tight it does not cut my skin. I can feel the blood pounding in my fingertips; it's rhythm like a metronome as the seconds tick by. The knots are firm and true; I imagine they were learned in your years on the ranches on the Pampas herding cattle. I won't test t...