Jogging Stories

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Raped By a Rapist

by AnimeQueen3000 on Mar 9, 2021
Miscellaneous

Julie Peter was a beautiful, attractive woman, She was 43-years-old, 5'5 (166 centimeters), 158.4 pounds, long blonde hair that was up in a pony-tail, blue eyes, she was married to her husband named Adam Peterson of 26 years, and is a loving mother to a 17-year-old Teenage Daughter named Tracey, and a 3-year-old son named Mark, They live in a house in a shad...

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Jogging for Fun and Exercise

by Iwroteathing on Jan 20, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

"I... fucking... hate... this" I groaned to myself in the rhythm of my footsteps on mud. I had been jogging a couple of months now and it still felt like the worst thing of my life. Not just the burning muscles and gasping lungs, but the knowledge that my best years are over. In my youth everything was easy, my body required no long term attention, a spray o...

TV Panty Party in Adult Theater

by lil_raider on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

I was in Tampa, Fla. on business and found several places that not only had video booths with glory holes, but open theaters. I had scouted several the first night I was there and settled on one that had three theaters. The next night I dressed in red chiffon-and-lace crotch-less panties and – over them – I wore a favorite pair of black, size 9, full-size...

The female viagra

by caradora on Oct 24, 2015
BDSM

Background- Praised as the new female Viagra- valadeent was all the rave after the fda finally approved it. Unfortunately, it was quickly made illegal due to the apparent "side effects" and "unpredictable nature" it had on women. Not only was it madly addictive, it made women overly aggressive sexually. It was causing hormonal imbalances...

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Running

by Ashson on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I was feeling frustrated. Why? Who knows? It was just a case of severe frustration giving me the heebie jeebies and making me want to run around looking for a kitten to kick. Not a dog. They might bite and I wanted to attack something defenceless. And I was horny. Not that that is anything new. A natural state of affairs for any man. It was a nice day, so I...

A Morning at the Beach

by yonekhadvash on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It's been two years since my divorce. Life as a single man has taught me the importance of being good looking. I work in the gym three times a week, ride my bikes as often as I can and I pay close attention to the food I consume. After fifty years one's body is less forgiving for being abused. The change in my lifestyle has been good to me. My love handles s...

Asian Co-Worker Fantasy

by orientaddict on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I have a stunningly beautiful co-worker at my office who is a petite Japanese woman. She has long black hair and a slim hourglass figure, with perfect perky breasts and a tight ass that she is always showing off with her form fitting pant suits. Don't get me wrong, she doesn't dress like a slut, but in expensive class clothes that look tailored just for her....

The French Connection Ch. 01

by bdrew86 on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

Note: My character in the story is an English teacher but I am not one in real life. So grammar nazis can be lenient on me & the racists can keep their snide remarks to themselves. Note: This story is dedicated to Mona. If you are reading this story Mona, I have read your mail and I am touched. Be the character...be what you want to be. I sighed as I fi...

Lori Goes Jogging

by Ridewivme on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Lori sleepily opened one eye and reached in the direction the annoying buzzing sound was emitting from, it was a Friday morning and the only good thing was, tomorrow was the weekend and that meant a lie in. Turning over and stretching Lori found herself face to face with her sleeping boyfriend, a small smile tugged her lips. Lewis was 5’10, had short wavy...

Mistletoe Lane Ch. 05

by dazedandconfusedintx on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Mistletoe Lane #5 Kerri When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who wo...