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Kelly Gets Back In the Groove

by raidernation25 on Sep 16, 2017
Mature

Kelly was sound asleep when the alarm went off. "Damn," she thought as she reached over and turned it off. "Wake up Dan," she told her husband. "Time to get up and get ready for work." Kelly didn't have that problem. It was the first day of her forced 'retirement' thanks to the downsizing at her pharmaceutical firm. She spent her entire life since college...

Bare Back

by LiquidLisa on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

My boyfriend Luke and I took a trip to go horse back riding to a hot springs in the desert of California. We had to leave early. I got up extra early and gave myself two enemas. That woke me up for a while, but made me extremely horny. Well, I slept the whole two hour car ride to keep me from playing with myself. We arrived to this old back road ranch and o...

Hookups with Trina Ch. 01: Weed Guy

by RobertJElmhurst on Mar 10, 2020
Erotic Couplings

Charlie my weed guy knocks on my apartment door with an ounce to sell. I pay the price of admission, and he rolls us a joint on my couch. You know guys like Charlie, heavy but not fat, his red hair and beard long and messy but somehow appealing. He goes everywhere dressed in long sleeved tees and baggy camo shorts, like he's looking to join a latter-day nu...

Smoking With Friends Ch. 01

by jjww100 on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

The phone on my nightstand rang and I groaned as I grabbed it and looked at who was calling. It was Benny and I answered it. "Hello". "Yo Justin, I got $250 worth a weed! You need to come pick us up so we can smoke it!" "Just Wait. Who are you with?" "I'm chilling at McDonald's with Matt and Vic." "Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes." I hung up, qui...

Me and Bobbi Mcgee

by Bakeboss on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

If you youngsters can stand one more tale from an old dried up hippy about his adventures in the sixties, I'll tell you one of mine. I guess technically you couldn't call me a hippy cause I had a job and I owned some property. Now some people wouldn't call growing marijuana a job but I did. When my grandpa died I was the only one left in our family, you kno...

The War to End all Worlds Pt. 05

by DragonCobolt on Mar 5, 2018
NonHuman

The whistling wind that roared past the hull of the Titanic made my job a lot easier. I was no adventurer. I was no daring bold hero who starred in the holoviews put out by the dozen by Hollywood. I was just a longshoreman slash glorified gardener. But I had done my fair share of scrambling around on catwalks – and the crude ceilings of the equally crude c...

My Wife Sucks

by Adanaliyik on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

During our first year of marriage, my wife and I had what you'd call a normal sex life. For us that meant that 3 or 4 times a week, I'd eat her pussy to get her warmed up, then we'd fuck and fall asleep in each other's arms. And we didn't need more than that, because we both enjoyed what we were doing together. Then, after our son was born, something happene...

King of Realm H13

by broccili_man on Jul 18, 2019
Fantasy

(this is mostly just a test of the writing system because this is my first chyoa story) It was a pleasant life that Eric had lived for the past year. He was king of this realm, and he'd filled it modestly. In the center of the realm was a small collection of buildings, which Eric had named Fuckburg. Every once in a while, on a whim, Eric would leave Fuckburg...

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Diary of a Cheater: Our Honeymoon

by SlutFucker510 on Jul 15, 2020
Fetish

I was never a cheater before my wedding day, but ever since, it's become a way of life. I've always been a sexual deviant and love all kinds of sex. But I had never realized that cheating could be a fetish. Boy oh boy is it a big fetish for me. I'm not sure anything I've done in the past compares to sex when I'm cheating. I wasn't sure I could ever top t...

He Made Me Do It

by cybal on Sep 18, 2017
Loving Wives

"He made me do it," I said into the phone. It was the morning after and I was alone in the house. I had a cup of coffee and was wearing my robe. My fingers flipped the pack of cigarettes I kept around for just such occasions. I had not lit one yet. "I wanted it as much as they did but I could have said no," I heard myself telling my sister across town. My h...