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The Ranch Hand Ch. 03

by WickedlySweetnSinful on Nov 8, 2017
First Time

This will be the final story in the First Timers category. It isn't the end for Clay and Dannie, but they will be headed in a different direction from here on out. Hope you enjoy where I take this, and Thank You for reading! ***** They joined hands and departed from the kitchen. Dannie felt like she was floating on a cloud after their talk in the kitchen....

Molding Clay Ch. 06

by KalePond13 on Jul 14, 2020
BDSM

"Is my new little plaything ready to start worshipping this dick?" "Fuck yes, Goddamn Sir, PLEASE!" Clay was begging, laying down the rules eased any of the reservations he still held, and any it may have missed were swept out the door by the degradation anyways. Clay really was eager to start, His underwear were badly tented in anticipation, And his mind w...

Ranch Hand

by Talusmanic on Jul 3, 2019
Erotic Couplings

It had taken all of her life savings, cashing in her RRSP, and selling just about everything she owned, but Nadine Cross was able to live her dream. She got out of the headhunting business once and for all, leaving Calgary behind and deciding to settle on the prairie. She put a down payment on a successful horse ranch out in the middle of nowhere. It was ch...

Vanessa and I - Ch 04: The Punishment

by TEBJrNghwJqw on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

##Intro Ages and names: DW: 26 Vanessa DH: 26 Dax F1: 22 Chloe M1: 26 Luke M2: 28 Clay Hi, I'm Dax, and my wife is Vanessa. I would like to tell you a story. First, here's some background so you can understand out situation a little better. We are both 26 years young, and have been married five years. We have four young children together, and gratefu...

Sarah: Party Bondage Ch. 04

by Falcinator on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Author's note: This story took on a life of it's own. It began life with a set plan, but what can you do? When I realised that the tone needed to change, I saw a diversion and ran with it. There is therefore guaranteed to be a chapter 5 :) Please read the previous chapters if you haven't already, so that you know what's going on. ================== Chapt...

Sarah: Party Bondage Ch. 06

by Falcinator on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Author's Note: I know, I know. I said that the series would finish, because I had said everything that I wanted to. Oh well, I guess I lied, then. She's just too much fun to write :) This was actually going to be the start of another party segment, but it's been too long and I simply haven't managed to make a breakthrough, so I'm giving you this pre...

Molding Clay Ch. 03

by KalePond13 on Jun 9, 2020
BDSM

After the almost accident in the weight room, Coach decided that was more than enough exercise for the day. They were now both in the locker room again, their weight training done, and it seemed neither really wanted to talk about what had just conspired a few minutes ago. Clay's head was still swimming a bit, partly from exhaustion, partly from the whiff...

It's Ability That Counts

by Rumple Foreskin on Sep 17, 2017
Group Sex

Donna Faircloth was energized, turned-on and kneeling on the kitchen floor, giving her husband a surprise blowjob he'd never forget. She'd just come home with her emotions in overdrive after a daylong workshop on conducting group encounter sessions. Clay had been replacing the cover to the overhead light fixture when she walked in. Though tall enough to do...

Seadog

by Goldscuttle on Sep 16, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Day 33 Mr X called today. We went out for lunch. I was nervous, I don't know why. Well, that's not true. I'm nervous because he knows a lot more about me than him. He asked me how I enjoyed the club the other night. I said it was ok, but it got a little rough. I told him that catering to bored professionals was pretty clever and that I wish I had thought...

Fucking Anna Pt. 02

by sxncndyhere on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Being a model for this sculptor had become strange, alarming. Quickly I had been fondled, ordered how to sit, and had clay smeared over my aroused tits. And now I was crouching doggy-style on a cold stone bench being asked to stay there while the sculptor walked across the cold hard concrete behind me. Whenever he walked back to his gear I heard five steps...