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Margaret Talks Dirty

by Pimpleia on Sep 26, 2017
Romance

"You want me to spank you?" I stared at her, shocked. This was not at all where I thought the conversation would lead when she had suggested that we have a talk. A talk which turned out to be about the state of our marriage. "I'm not saying its compulsory. But I want us to talk about the things that will put the spark back into our sex life," she said. "...

For the Whored: Stormwind Ch. 34

by Thatawfulwowporno on Sep 12, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

"So it was Tyrine all this time." Jordan shook his head. "I remember her back in Draenor, she was livid." "Yeah, well, according to the diary, after I fucked her fiancé, it was Mylune who comforted her. They seemed to have developed quite the relationship." "Great, so you fucked her fiancé, AND killed her girlfriend. No wonder she went ballistic." Grogek...

Satisfaction with a Stranger

by redkissy on Sep 17, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Emily was hiking the trails, and she heard a noise. She went to the tree line and saw him working in the garden. He was weeding the garden in just a pair of shorts that hung low on his hips. He was tan all over so she assumed that he went shirtless often. He had a slim waist and broad shoulders. He had short dark hair graying on the sides, and hair on his c...

A New Pussy in My Home Ch. 02

by LaPatitMort on Sep 15, 2017
Mature

"Carl, when we go to the snow this winter, can I write my name in the snow?" "What?" "Well you watched me pee this morning. This winter, can I stand behind you, hold him, and when you pee, write my name in the snow?" "Yes you can and then after that I'll bend you over a jet ski, slip deep into you and we will ride it all over Lake Tahoe hitting every bump...

Broken Strings

by Bowzer on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I want to be an actress. I have the face, the body, and now I have the attitude. The face and body I received from my parents, two wonderful, liberated, Americanized Swedes. The attitude I received from one Professor Francois Fantoche. Msr. Fantoche teaches the arts thespian in a small, decrepit looking structure just a few blocks from Broadway; it truly...

Crash and Burn

by LilacWine on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

One eye open. The ceiling looks unfamiliar. Panels and a ceiling fan, which moves slowly and sways a little from side to side. She struggles to open the other eye but it's heavy, as is her head. The room is semi-dark, but she can make out the shape of a window across from her as she manages to raise her head slightly from the pillow. She lies back again, fee...

Something for the Weekend

by joulie on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Jaquie is a fairly ordinary looking woman a reasonable figure & nicely rounded. By her own admission she would say that she had often been called a tart. She told us that she was not a tart ( yeah right) but she did like her oats and would take what she could get. Here is her tale. * I used to work in a bank, I won't tell you which one, enough to say it wa...

Happy Days in Buttermilk Falls!

by justincbenedict on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

As Darrell entered the Ballroom, he saw a skirmish going on... "Why, Kimber, why can't I just go to my support group, ma'am?" a pudgy fellow in an alligator shirt was pleading of a frosty blonde. "You told me I could go if I scrubbed the garage, and drank a quart of your urine...now you've changed your mind just because your girlfriends stood you up." "Cedr...

Peace Love & Hoppyness

by Beelzebub72 on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The weather was perfect for the Big Dog's Brewery Beer Festival. It was the middle of April in Las Vegas, with the warm weather of spring in full effect. The tables had been set up in the parking lot, with the beer tents ready to serve us the nectar that we craved. We showed up early, just before 2 o'clock, as the band was completing their sound checks on s...

Polar Flight Ch. 01

by RacyWriter on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Heathrow Airport, Terminal 3. What a hellhole. There is no more depressing airport than Heathrow in winter; low ceilings, inadequate lighting, crowds of weary travelers speaking a hundred languages. With my boarding pass in hand I stood at the gate, trying to rise above it all while I waited to board the flight to San Francisco. The Gate Agent took my pass...