Enema

Eve and the Peeping Tom

Word about the “Peeping Tom” had rapidly gone around the street. People were warned to make sure that their curtains were well drawn and the windows were closed. Rob expressed concern to his wife Eve, that he was working a night shift and that she would be at home alone. “Don’t worry,” Eve had assured him, “I’ll keep everything well locked up. Evening came, and with Rob away at work, Eve began to feel lonely for him. Flicking through the TV channels, she found nothing worth watching, and so she logged onto the internet. Soon she was looking at the wonderful photos of men’s cocks on her favourite sex site. She knew that her husband would be shocked if he knew what she got up to each time he worked nights. Eve’s hand slipped up …

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A Betting Proposal

I found myself lying comfortably, but securely tied to a metallic frame in the shape of an ‘X’, or the Saint Andrew’s cross as what Luther had told me a few days ago. Completely naked and bound, i realized just how exposed i was. My hands and legs were parted to align to the shape, literally helpless at the mercy of my best friend, Luther. I should’t have agreed to this. Well, before this started, let me rewind the story and look back into a little history between us. Luther and I have been best friends for 5 years. Actually, more like best friend for benefits. We would have casual sex once in a while when we were singles. But if any of us got a partner, we would temporarily forgo the ‘benefit’ part, until …

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Victoria & Rodger, enemates

I’m depressed. Sitting here with just my kitty cat for company, I’m in a blue mood. I guess I should introduce myself. I’m Victoria Barnett, a single 26 year old woman. I’m a junior loan officer with a local bank. I’m 5’4” tall and weigh 109 pounds and have strawberry blonde hair. My looks, I suppose, would be rated only a little above average, although I do have a trim body from jogging three miles daily. Why am I depressed you ask. I haven’t had a date in three months. Oh, it’s not sexual frustration; I have my toys and my secret, it’s just that I’d like to get out with some male companionship. My secret? I love enemas. To me nothing is more relaxing than a nice warm two quart enema followed by a …

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Birds of a Feather, chapter 4

Bird’s of a Feather, Chapter 4 (it all works out) We were all relaxing and things got very quite. Kathy was lying with her head on my shoulder and my arm was around her shoulder with my hand resting on her breast. I could still detect the smell of sex in the room. The smell of cum, hot pussy, piss and sweaty bodies lingered in the air. I inhaled deeply and smiled. Kathy looked up me smiling, “Smells great don’t it Lover?” I just nodded and closed my eyes. I didn‘t realized I had dozed off until I was shaken awake by Kathy moving, I heard low moans escaping her lips. I rose up and looked down to see her legs raised in the air. My eyes followed down her legs to where they come …

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Slaves Of The Copper Coast

CHAPTER 1. Of course, I had heard of Kupro Marbordo, the Copper Coast. A tropical country, famous for copper mines, marble quarries, beef cattle. And slaves. It is, I think, one of the very few countries now where that ‘peculiar institution’ still flourishes. But that didn’t concern me. I worked at my uncle’s brokers house in the United Zones, up in the northern continent. Thousands of miles away from Kupro Marbordo. I knew we had interests in many cities and countries throughout the New World, but I never gave Kupro Marbordo much thought. Until, one day a few weeks ago, my uncle called me into his office. As befitted a senior partner, his office was massive. Oak panelled with oil landscapes and portraits on the walls. A huge mahogany desk stood on a Neo-Assyrian carpet. …

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Hiding Sandy Part 4

Sandy didn’t sleep well in the safe room, wondering what was going to happen with Mike in the morning. After she got out of bed, she found him making breakfast in the kitchen. “Hi Sandy, I hope you slept well. We have new adventures for you going forward. I think you have changed, and you no longer have to sleep in the safe room. You are going to sleep with me in my bed, and you get to decide what to wear when you go to bed. You also get to decide when and where you want to eat.” Sandy was really scared now. Had the body snatchers come and taken the mean Mike away and replaced him with some kind of robotic Stepford Husband? “Thanks Mike, I really appreciate that. I have changed. You …

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Rasing Peter, Chapter Three

“PETER BISHOP, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN BED WITH WIYH MY DAUGHTER” My eyes popped open. It took a second to realize where I was. Then it hit me that was Susan’s voice, her very angry voice. I raised up on my elbow and looked toward the doorway. Susan was standing there, hands on her hips and a very upset look on her face. I looked down to see the three of us laying in the bed , naked and my cock still buried in Kay’s ass. “WELL, YOUNG MAN, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOUR SELF?” I could feel my mouth moving but nothing was coming out. Then I heard Kay giggling and James propped up on his elbow, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Susan walked …

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Turning Poing Ch. # 9

Turning Point Ch. # 9 Robert is about to reach another turning point in his life and he has no idea that it is about to happen. I woke up early Thursday with a raging hard on. I was up and out taking card of my chores. When I finished I went back to the house for a shower. I was in no big hurry this morning, I knew Mary was not home and I would go to the lake later. When I got to he bathroom I really had to piss but I held it until I got the water adjusted in the shower. I stripped, stepped in the shower and pointed my cock toward my mouth and let go with a strong stream of piss. I swallowed part of it and just let …

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A Wonderful Hotwife Body Modification Story

Chapter 1 Situation My name is Robert, and I am a writer of fiction stories and novels. My wife, Bethany, who, at 28, is a year older than I am, was a college classmate. We dated for a few years, and then I proposed. Beth and I have been married for 3 years. Beth is a college instructor, with a very boyish, sexy, pixie haircut, with a slightly darker skin tone, though she is Caucasian. She is always smiling and looks very attractive, regardless of what she wears, how she does her makeup, or where she is. She loves the company of friends, and she loves to attend parties with her friends. She will most always wear an attractive, conventionally modest dress. In the evenings, I write stories for publication, and she either watches TV …

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 50

Part Fifteen: Who You’re Meant to Be Chapter Fifty ZANDER “Make way for the queen!” the crier yelled. One goblin rang a bell, another blared a farting trumpet, a third struck a snare with a military cadence, and the crowd roared with laughter. “Make way for the queen!” The crier yelled again. The trifecta of successive noises sounded, and the laughter and jeers answered once more. “Make way, make way, make way!” the crier yelled atop the float, zealous and gleeful with his role. He was dressed in the traditional garb of a Highland officer, though his trousers were missing, and his cold-shrunken cock was bouncing wildly as the wheel beneath him struck the uneven cobblestones. The band that proceeded him were all dressed in a similar mockery of Highland pomp; their hats askew, their …

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hard school

Hard School One part only Hard School Heather was a young teacher in her late twenties. She was a short young woman with long blond hair. She had been a housewife before this year. Her husband was laid off from work and she had to get a job to support them. When she started many of the other teachers said the she looked younger than some of the students. Indeed many of the high school’s students were bigger than her. She didn’t take the job seriously at first, thinking that her husband would be working again in a few months. However, he could not get another job, and the family had become very dependent on her income. She was hopelessly behind in her duties and her classroom was out of control. She didn’t even know …

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