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The Ice Cream Van

by vanessa.evans on Aug 19, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

One of Jon's company's customers runs an ice cream sales business. He has a few vans and has a concession at a number of big events around the area. Jon volunteered me and Bridie to help him when he was desperate for staff. The day of our first 'volunteer' work came and Jon drove us to this country fair thing. He introduced us to Pete then left us for the...

The Ice Cream Van

by VanessaEvans on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

One of Jon's company's customers runs an ice cream sales business. He has a few vans and has a concession at a number of big events around the area. Jon volunteered me and Bridie to help him when he was desperate for staff. The day of our first 'volunteer' work came and Jon drove us to this country fair thing. He introduced us to Pete then left us for the...

The Library Ch. 27-28

by AKAheyU on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter Twenty-Seven The meal was finished. Both of the girls were tipsy from the wine and plenty of everything they ordered was sitting around them in uneaten condition. But the girls were gorged! They had even ordered a dessert, something that was known as 'Catalani', which turned out to be a chocolate cookie! It was marvelous! The restaurant was thinnin...

The Idea Ch. 08

by niteowl2003 on Sep 15, 2017
Group Sex

How it all began. It all started with a crazy idea. Sat in a public bar, Mick and I were simply bouncing ideas off each other for possible ideal jobs. He turned to me and said "the best job in the world has to be filming those porno stars" to which I replied "No... The best job in the world would be filming everyday housewives and their dirty little fantasi...

y4974 12=Dec23

by notnamer on Sep 16, 2017
Anal

Flash One-Hundred-Fifty-two: Some Massaging Shots: 3rd Person: Past Tense: 1----- At this moment [the demo dude] was moving nakedly quick with the quickening movement of [a jay bird man] in search of {a big assy bitch mate}, and [the demo dude] still had [the demo dude's] long thick cock still half erect while [the demo dude] was rushing by within the secre...

Maragana Girl P.S. 04

by caligula97236 on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Post Script 4 - Notes on the life and goals of Vladim Dukov Vladim Dukov as a political leader US foreign policy analysts, journalists, and political commentators usually described Prime Minister Vladim Dukov as a cerebral and complex political figure, a leader whose motives for doing things were not always clear. He did not operate from any recognizable...

Slutty Service Call

by biwifeplaying on Sep 15, 2017
Group Sex

Gorgeous weather again today, but my A.C. broke. I realized last night when I got home and the inside temperature was a stifling 79 degrees. It was a hot night but luckily, I got a service appointment today, during a time when I could be home to oversee the repairs. Two guys arrived as soon as I got back from the gym and grocery shopping. I'm not wearing an...

Universal Sexuality

by Shale on Sep 15, 2017
Reviews & Essays

For those not familiar with Playboy magazine, Asa Baber writes a column on men each month, usually a masculinist interpretation of relationships with women. His essay in the December, 95 issue was titled "multisexual in 1996," and started as an exploration of bisexuality when one of his old cronies confessed to a new found sexual identity. However, Baber ran...

Weekday Drive

by karapriest on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

It's early on a sunny weekday morning. I've taken the day off from work under the pretense of a doctor's appointment, but I don't actually have anything on my schedule. The day stretches before me, limitless in possibility. In the shower, I shampoo and shave my legs. Since I'm at it, I might as well shave the down covering my pussy. One likes to be careful w...

Harmony Hill

by steamer5139 on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

Going out the door of my apartment, a two bedroom place in The Waterstone, a complex of burgundy brick buildings with white shutters amidst rolling lawns, behemoth pine trees and meandering sidewalks of serpentine rock, I wore my jogging togs: blue cotton shorts, a University of Washington tee shirt and gray trainers. As I closed the green door behind me th...