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The Last Time I Saw Tristan

by Robingreen678 on Jan 22, 2020
Romance

This story, and all my stories, contain fictionalized characters from memories of my life. I am a 60+ year old BI woman. My stories are memoirs spiced with kinky imagination. I am submissive by natural inclination in most relationships. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you will like my stories. * THE LAST TIME I SAW TRISTAN   Short version of a...

My Bitch is Black Ch. 05

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Anal

My name is Amelia Barnes and by my own admittance, I am an ugly chick. I stand six feet two inches tall, decidedly heavyset and weigh two hundred and ninety eight pounds. My skin is jet-black. My body is thick, my hips are wide and my boobs are huge. And last but not least, I've got a fat ass. A huge and round bubble butt. What they call a ghetto booty down...

Revel in the Abandon Ch. 01

by Stardog Champion on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Much the same way the Sun will leave a pulsing and vivid imprint behind closed eyes, even if you stare at it for just a second, 42 year old Antonella Capuano had been dealing with something eerily similar for the past four years. Things had been great back then, idyllic in fact. Her Husband had just been hired as head football coach at one of winningest hig...

Pray for Two

by DirtyyDom on Jan 22, 2020
Romance

It's custom that on Christmas, before my parents and I sit around our ornamented table to eat, we attend mass at the local Roman Catholic Parish. We spent the daybreak in a shouting match about my refusal to emerge from my *dziura and leave with them to church. *The Polish word for "hole". The narrator's father uses it to describe his son's room. By the ti...

Letter from Providence

by justincbenedict on Sep 24, 2019
BDSM

Dear Shoeblossom-- I love your letters, but noticed you had nothing from our humble Rhode Island. During corner time after a painful discipline session, I turned my phone's recorder on. I love my stepdaughter, and wouldn't embarrass her, but she is so wild she doesn't care, and of course she is of age. This is for your "Taped Confessions" Eugene Scobrinks...

Dengue Fever

by Baba8 on Sep 3, 2017
Erotic Horror

"What the hell is dengue fever?" The clinic doctor looked up from his deskbound Merck manual, Dreaded Diseases of the Jungle. "It's a disease you get from eating fly shit or drinking bad water. Congratulations, you are the first reported case in South East Asia." "I guess I'll drink nothing but beer and eliminate one source of this heinous disease.' Doc s...

High Jinks On The High Seas

by trojanman on Sep 19, 2017
Group Sex

NOTE: I hope everyone enjoys this story. I love to sail Long Island Sound, in the Southeast area of Connecticut. This is a true story of what happened to me last summer but, with a wink of my eye, I have added some literary license. Enjoy!!! * * * * * I love to sail the Long Island Sound. Warm June breezes and sun. July brings cool on-shore winds late...

He Likes To Slap Women

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

There is nothing quite like the look on a woman's face after you've slapped the hell out of her stunned mug while slamming your cock deep into her tight asshole. I ought to know, I do this to women all the time. Since the dawn of humanity, bitches have been slapping dudes. Yet bitches are always shocked when the shoe's suddenly on the other foot. Which proba...

Sodomizing Big White Women

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

There is no feeling quite like the one I get when I'm drilling my cock into the tight asshole of a big white woman. Which probably explains why I'm virtually addicted to it. Let's face it, the plump chicks in the hood are always acting bitchy because they desperately need some dick, preferably deep down where the sun doesn't shine, and they're not getting it...

Crystal Passion Ch. 06

by bradley_stoke on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

"We've been invited to her home!" an excited Andrea announced after she and Crystal emerged from the hotel lobby's public phone booth. "Whose home?" I wondered, not really having paid much attention. I was sitting splayed across one of the Crown Hotel's most threadbare red velour sofas. We were now on the latest stop of our trans-American tour and in the c...