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Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 02

by AwkwardMD on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"A little farther," Ms. Winters called, hands cupped around her mouth. Peep looked over at Belle, and they each dragged their barrels back a few more feet. The indoor arena had been divided in half, and all of Ms. Winters normally-disused gymkhana equipment had been pulled out of the storage shed. It was pouring outside and so, instead of their normal routin...

Mother Goose: Little Boy Blue

by Selena_Kitt on Sep 26, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Author's Note: This story contains BDSM elements. All characters are over 18. Hope you enjoy! ---------- No one ever gets these things right. Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've twisted all my stories around, and accor...

Mother Goose: Little Bo Peep

by Selena_Kitt on Sep 12, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Author's Note: This story contains light BDSM elements. Enjoy! ---------- No one ever gets these things right. Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've twisted all my stories around, and according to the books he brought ho...

Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 03

by AwkwardMD on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

"You haven't heard the best part yet," Ms. Winters said. "Second prize is a night with... me!" Beau took a step back, but Velvet was still right there. The little monster was always right there. Beau glared at Ms. Winters as the steel haired woman stepped forward, leash in hand, and clasped it to the collar around her neck. She hated the leash. She hated the...

The Peep Ch. 02

by bearmark on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

At my whisper, she threw her head back, a sharp, angular motion. Surprising me, she twisted away so that her bum ground against me. Her wet lips brushed my trousers. She was radiating heat, even through the fabric. Quickly, I pushed her back against the desk. "Oh my, that was unwise, miss," I growled into her ear. "Now you will pay. You, your bum and your s...

Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 05

by AwkwardMD on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"Fuck," Elizabeth yelled as she leapt back. Pronto snorted indignantly, and gave another warning kick into the empty space behind him. Her fist clenched around the hoof pick until it quivered. "Just stand still, you stupid bastard!" She took a step toward the big black's hind quarters, but Pronto bucked and spun in his stall to keep her where he could see he...

Fantasy Chronicles #06

by hubbyfantasies on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Sometimes there are fantasies which offer heavenly delights while playing devilish games on the playgrounds of lust. These are those high risk, high reward ventures that accompany horny-induced, poor judgment. Sometimes these fantasies lead to regrets. But occasionally these fantasies leave behind smoldering embers of burning lust that can fuel one's naughty...

The Peep

by bearmark on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

The trio glared at me across the table. Two product managers, Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. And a new product owner --- a slim blonde number. Wonder where they got her from --- usually they are all so badly hard-up for proper people that... But never mind. This was the first time that we two shared a meeting. We'll see how it goes. It had been a difficult da...

Little Bo Peep

by Sinestro on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Martha: Don't you think she's too big to play Little Bo Peep? Henry: I like big gals besides she's perfect for the part. Little Bo Peep was out in the meadow watching her sheep. Martha: There stuffed. Henry: Yeah well we couldn't afford real sheep and it might not be a good idea to have them around the studio. Martha: Why? Henry: You've heard the exp...

Isabel Takes Another Flight

by LanaMelbrow on Apr 22, 2020
Anal

I sat on a folding kitchen chair staring at a blank piece of paper. It had been almost a year since Isabel and I separated. I wanted to write something sexual like the notes I used to leave under her pillow. I couldn't produce the same sensations of touch, caress, the long strokes of deep penetration, the tingle I get right before... I didn't call her. She...