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Banished to Purgatory?

by dass4450 on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

"What the fuck is going on here??!!" screeched my wife, Bethany. Although my head whipped around to see her and my father-in-law, Benjamin, standing in the doorway, and even though I had time to glimpse their open mouthed astonishment, I had just started spurting the contents of my tightened balls into the hot welcoming pussy of the household cook. Jenny w...

Halloween in the Hollow

by 4glory6 on Oct 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"More wine, Ginnie?" Lawrence asked in a "maybe you've had enough" tone. "Yes, please," I answered, turning my gaze back to the last of the lingering sunset behind the Allegheny Mountains on the other side of the Shenandoah Valley. I was a bit amused at what must be a conundrum for him—wondering if I'd had too much to walk a straight line but enough to make...

Who is in Charge?

by hitmeharder on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

He has just got home from work, tired but still looking sexy. He enters the bedroom and he finds me on bed. I smile evilly, biting my lip. -"Hi. Wanna play?" - I say. -" I would, yes."- He answers. His face brightens as he knows this look on my face is always a sign of something he will ultimately enjoy. -"Are you feeling a bad girl? A dirty girl?" - He...

First Posting

by Cromagnonman on Dec 18, 2018
Romance

A welcoming committee of one watched as I parked my unremarkable car in the Police Station car park. Hand outstretched he descended on me as I opened the door and got out. "I am George Brookman." That was it, no welcome prologue, no idle banter. "I'm Sergeant Scott Reynolds, but then you already know that." My uniform with the newly applied Sergeant stripe...

Bags Jars and Jugs

by techsan on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. I had just come in the back of the house when the doorbell rang. I hastily washed my hands at the basin and grabbed the...

Eastern Tradition Ch. 3

by Gojenngo on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Vivian woke feeling well rested. She was stiff and sore and she knew that she was going to have trouble walking once she was freed from her restraints. She stretched and shifted trying to relieve some of the stress that she was feeling in her muscles. Settling into a new position she strained, trying to hear something beyond her walls. While well made the ro...

Gina Gets Collared

by sherrisgina on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

I awoke that day to find a fresh blanket of snow covering everything .My favorite kind of day to hole up in a nice cozy hotel room with my Mistress .We had met through the internet and after a few months of writing to each other had finally met to play for the first time but that's another story .On this day I was very excited indeed. Each time that I had be...

Banished to Purgatory

by dass4450 on Sep 13, 2017
First Time

I strode briskly down the hill toward the cannery, whistling merrily. A good night's sleep with Maude allowing me to sleep in instead of assaulting my sexual organ for once ensured that I was bright eyed and bushy tailed for the day ahead. First up was a phone call to my nearly ex father-in-law, Benjamin Goodhew. "Morning, Benjamin. I'm afraid I'm the beare...

Banished to Purgatory? Ch. 04

by dass4450 on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

You should read the first three chapters to find out how we got here. * I slowly drifted into awareness following a deep and pleasurable sleep. My face was being gently slapped by a warm cushiony pillow. I blinked fully awake and realised that I was being pummelled by a pair of giant tits. Those tits leaned back a little and I saw the highly amused face of...

Where is the Boy?

by evilfairy on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Where is the boy with the coal dark hair, the coffee coloured skin and the black as night eyes? Where has he gone -- the one who watched me that first night with a smile on his lips and glint in his eyes? The one who served me over the counter with a teasing confident remark but with a vulnerable shaking of the hand. No words tonight. You look at me as thou...