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The Contract Ch. 03

by OldHideki on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

This is my third installment on my first submission. I hope you enjoy. ********** Eddy, the owner of the glass supply store, was beaming as I handed over my credit card. In all, I felt pretty good about dropping only six grand to get me started. I had two weeks before I was going to take off for two week long classes in the upper northwest. I figured that...

A Shared House Ch. 03

by catchercradle on Oct 8, 2019
First Time

Adam smiled. If the two women he shared a house with wanted to play strip poker who was he to argue yet being the gentleman he was he did ask if they were both absolutely sure they wanted to do this. They were, though of course the two bottles of wine the three had shared to celebrate their all getting through their vivas might have had something to do with...

From Scared to Dared to Bared: Friday Evening

by glendale22 on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

These friends had known each other for a couple years at least, since childhood in some cases. Jay met his roommate, Karl, at the branch campus in the city where they lived. Karl's girlfriend, Lilly, also went to school there, coming the year after the rest of them, and Jay had known her from the street where they both grew up. Jay met his girlfriend Kate at...

Poker With The Teachers

by anonymousreader on Sep 19, 2017
Group Sex

I don't know how I get myself into these situations. As a new teacher, I expected that I'd get the shitty jobs around the school. One of those shitty jobs turned out to be chaperoning a herd of seniors on the school's weekend ski trip. There were four teachers in all trying to keep 45 kids in line. Well, I guess they weren't exactly kids - most of them were...

Jesse's Journey Down a Rabbit Hole Ch. 08

by Rebeccasm on Sep 25, 2017
Illustrated

As I mentioned in the previous chapters, this story is a collaborative effort between me and Rebeccsm. She has provided the art, and a lot of the plot, god I love how her mind works, and me for the text. Please let us know how you feel about our efforts. Comments and votes are welcome. It is the only way we will know if you like our work. I would like to th...

The Yes Girl Ch. 01

by sin138 on Sep 25, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Please be warned that this story is quite dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, the series contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do not condone the actions shown in this story, fetishes aside. If these don't bother you, then I hope...

Threesome for a Day with 2 MILFs

by sunnyboyz on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

It was the usual North Indian winter morning with fog being a culprit to air, road and rail traffic. However, this year, fog turned out to be lucky for me as I enjoyed full day with 2 chics; my old school batch mates – Aanchal and Shivani. We had planned a school get together after 25 years of matriculation and out of a class of 40, we could find 32 who co...

The Spa Game Ch. 02

by Chris6160 on Mar 26, 2019
Toys & Masturbation

"Get up," Robin said. "For what?" Cynthia groaned. "It's Sunday," Robin said, "or did you drink and fuck away your memory of Friday?" Cyn groaned. She definitely had a hangover and didn't want to deal with the new imperious, challenging Robin. Then her words registered and Cyn's memory returned; she'd followed her roommate out to find out where she wen...

Becoming a Slut Wife: Lucy

by thebullet on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

Scenes We'd Like to See: Becoming a Slut Wife: Lucy © 2006 by Just Plain Bullet "Harder, Ralph! Fuck me harder!" Lucy was thrashing beneath me on the verge of a mammoth orgasm. With a deep gruff voice I said, "I'll fuck you hard and you'll like it, baby." "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah, Ralph. No one fucks me like you do. Oh, God, I'm going over..." Lucy's eyes w...

Is it Hereditary?

by IFOnle on Nov 27, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

The kitchen hadn't been quite its usual immaculate self. Not messy by any means...but the wine bottle, with an inch or so of white left, was still on the island - as were both glasses, one not quite empty. The playing cards were stacked for the box, but not back in the box. Little things like that. Evidently drawn by the smell of fresh coffee, my mother eme...