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Mr. Martin Takes Me as His Own

by Luck7lady on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

*Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz* I jumped in my chair realizing where I was and I must have been day dreaming again. Since we met I'd been doing a lot of that and it was becoming noticeable at work. LeAnn one of the other clerical workers here at Blandish and Martin Attorney's at Law, walked up to my desk asking me if I was alright. I looked up, blushing; telling LeAnn I'...

Unfaithful

by SpankMeDaddy on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

As I sit here fuming, the clouds have the nerve to look fluffy and float by with out a care in the world. Who do they think they are, being all full of life when I feel like I have been shot dead in the heart? I start my car and start to drive. I need to see that fucker face-to-face for myself. An hour a go I found out that not only is my husband of 15 year...

Merna's Story Pt. 06

by slimpic11 on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

This is a continuation of the story about Merna. To know characters Part 1 should be read ***** Merna continues making friends with Tommie I awoke at 6am with a wet pussy thinking about another round with Tommie. I really liked him and well why not. I quietly opened his door while he was still asleep, slipped under the cover and pressed my body against hi...

Ginger Blue

by SW_MO_Hermit on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

Once again my editor "Wires" has worked wonders with one of my stories. I want to thank him for his efforts to make this story more readable. As usual, however, the errors that remain are solely mine. ***** Alfred Thomas was startled awake from his sleep by heavy pounding on the door of his small apartment. When he roused from his drunken stupor, sprawled...

I'm a Woman Who Loves It

by ndeavour on Oct 8, 2019
Loving Wives

Look, I'd like to say it was my husband's fault – but that's simply bullshit. There's no blame here. I have to question the use of "blame" anyway, since I'm the one who thought about it, who fantasized about it, who initiated it and who went through with it. And I'm also the one who plans to continue doing it. Well, that's what I'm here to tell you. In my c...

Little Larry Ch. 01

by pantywriter on Sep 14, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Larry walked tiredly through the gym, his bag slung over his shoulder. He didn't really study the members as he passed. Everyone there had their own reasons for being there. And because it was a high-profile corporate gym, the disparity of people there always intrigued him. There were elderly men and women still holding onto the last vestiges of physical h...

When I am Gone Pt. 13

by Anonymous520 on Nov 23, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Sorry for the long wait, but here is where everything changes for Scott. I hope you like it. ***** Chapter 25 My mom and dad were so proud of me and how I stood up for myself. Even though they said I could never play baseball again, it was totally worth it. They said I probably took it a little far when I hit Mikey with the bat, but then again he deserved...

Stalking Intruder and the Virgin

by Imma_good_girl on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Like any other day I'm finally home from a long night at work. Being a secretary isn't bad it's just taking orders and answering phones drives me crazy sometimes. It's just after eleven when I get into my apartment and lock the door behind. I quickly remove my clothes down to just my bra and panties. "Ahh, much better." I say out loud talking to myself like...

Beginnings

by ChuckEPoo on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

When I look back at the anthology of my relationship with my wife Lexi, there has been a metamorphosis of sorts. I think every couple in love starts with the same exclusively monogamous, 'till death do you part' scenario. I remember I used to get fits of jealousy if a guy even checked Lexi out. If she flirted, I would go ballistic. How times have changed, as...

Party Girl

by SonoraSnow on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I'll always remember the image. The gate in the privacy fence swinging open and there she was. A shapely blonde silhouetted in the low sun. In the glare I saw her slip a beach towel off her shoulders, bend over, and aim her bikini bottom at me. She laid her designer purse on the cement, arranged her towel on one of the deck chairs as if feathering a nest, an...