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The New Slave Ch. 45

by bullballs_1 on Sep 26, 2017
BDSM

Chapter45, Candy Finds Her True Calling Candy was caught daydreaming. She was thinking about all of the sexual things that she had seen being done to a male, restrained and resisting males, on the Internet. Her eyes began to glaze over as she paged through her catalog of 'saved' mental images. They all seemed to be in pain, but that image was altered as soo...

The Seven Day Orgasm - Day 02

by Racontica on May 11, 2020
Toys & Masturbation

NOTE: This story is part two of an ongoing series. Though each chapter stands alone, please check out part one to get the full experience. ### Since their encounter last night, she found herself for the first time in a long time thinking during the day about sex. During work, when she shifted her legs during a meeting it sent a chill up her spine. At one p...

Crude Sensuality

by tiarna on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

You walk from the shower, proudly naked, your skin glowing. The fresh heat of the shower shows on your body as it glistens. I eye you hungrily. You are unashamedly sexy, proud of your long legs, your full breasts. You know what you do to me when you stand there naked, knowing how much I want you. No guilt, no apology for flaunting your sex. The woman of my f...

First Summer: Dance Floor Orgasm

by Joanmcarthy on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

In a quaint old fashioned way summer is the ball season in Greg's home town. I suppose you might say it starts uncontroversially with the graduation balls of the several schools in town for their HSC students. Nothing new in that I hear you say, the big city schools do that too. The difference is that my experience of the big city events it that they are s...

Brushes

by cllatm on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

Upon entering the home, on the kitchen table a single burning candle in an old-fashioned brass holder greeted her with a note saying, "Walk with me." The home was completely dark and the air was warm and still. She heard the faint sounds of a jazz piano drifting down the hall from the direction of the bedroom. She lay her purse and keys down on the table and...

V. the Voyeur Ch. 1

by SensitiveSuccubus on Aug 18, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I was actually watching Cassandra more than the female nude model sprawled invitingly before the painting class. As much as I’d love to get to know the ravishing, slightly rubenesque model, all but spread for my delicious affection, it was Cassandra that had my attention. Her long dark brown hair and her long, but inviting peasant skirt. Oh how I’d love to h...

Body Art

by thats_miz_erotica2u on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

She walks into the bedroom and sees a plastic sheet covering the bed. She looks to the other side of the bed and sees him wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. She raises her eyebrows inquiringly and he just grins. She gestures to the bed. "What's all this?" He bends down and raises a tray setting it on the foot of the bed. "I'm going to cr...

The Telescope

by nawteeh1 on Aug 21, 2018
Fetish

The rain had stopped, but the cab's wipers still slapped in time on the glass. "That'll be eight fifty," the cabbie told her with a smile. Lucy fished a twenty out of her purse, "Keep the change, you earned it." He nodded and watched as she opened the door and got out, thinking how she got in the cab, looking like she had just been stung by a bee and it hurt...

Careful What You Wish For Ch. 02

by BehindWords on Dec 24, 2019
Anal

"Mmmm" a moan escaped my lips as I began to wake up from the most intense dream I had ever had. I wasn't ready to fully awake up and let go of it yet either. It had almost felt real, but there was no way I would do the things I had done in my dream in real life. I was far too shy to do anything related to anal play even though it had crossed my mind many tim...

The Broken Circle

by Racontica on Jan 21, 2020
BDSM

The stone building's oaken door was lit by fires of torches mounted in sconces that flanked the wooden portal. The door itself was marked with the wear of more than a hundred years, but it stood firm in the gloaming. Cara stood at the edge of the firelight, her face partially concealed by the hood of her brown cloak. The dark garment exposed the pale skin o...