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THE CANDY STRIPER

Ivory DuBois lay in drug induced haze as a low moan gurgled from deep in his chest do to the unbelievable pain that racked his injured body. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” he groaned softly while trying to get his bearings. “W-where am I???” “You’re in County General Hospital, Mr. DuBois, my name is Mary Vance, I’m your night nurse.” “What happened to me?” he asked in a groggy voice. “You were in a head on collision, you’re lucky to even be alive,” the nurse replied while checking his vitals. “Ohhhhh, I hurt all over!” he moaned. “Well, you should hurt all over,” she answered while filling in his chart, “two broken legs and arms will do that to you.” “Y-you’re kidding me,” he stammered as the gravity of the situation overtook him. “I’m afraid not,” she replied a …

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In Plain Sight: An Escort’s Story – Part 2

I guess I should have felt some sort of guilt but I didn’t. If anything, I felt exhilarated and I wanted to do it again. And I did. Over the next two weeks my boss became like my boyfriend. He would open doors for me. He would ask me nicely to do things. He drove me home to my foster parent’s house after work and picked me up there a few times. He didn’t have to do any of these things because I was technically an employee, in more than one way. First and foremost I served soft serve ice cream at an ice cream parlor where he was the boss and son of the owner. Secondly I was a . . . for lack of a better word, a prostitute. Well, maybe not a …

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Strangers on a Train part 1

“Goddamnit!” I muttered to myself frustrated and exhausted as I emerged from the the revolving doors of the towering steel and glass skyscraper where I had spent another grueling day fighting the good fight known as advertising. The foggy drizzle that had been a persistent nuisance all day had finally given way to a full on deluge and I had forgotten to bring an umbrella to work with me this morning. “Better just make a run for it ,” I thought as I pulled the New York Times broadsheet from my tan calfskin attaché and fashioned it into a makeshift barrier between me and the elements. At 33yrs of age, I was no longer the 18yr old specimen I once was, but daily boxing session with a personal trainer had kept me in excellent shape …

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Keeping it in the Family 1

Liz surprised Mike one morning when she said Lindsay his sister was coming to stay with them for a while. She had been going through a separation and was having quite a bad time, so Liz thought it best to get her out of their family home for a while. Mike was happy on one hand that Liz was protecting his sister, but troubled that his past with her which was always only just below the surface might be bared open if they were too close for any length of time. Later that day Lindsay arrived with several suitcases and a gloomy aura hanging over her. She settled into their guest suite, showered to freshen up and came back down for drinks before dinner. Mike felt bad for his sister, mixed her a strong martini …

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Teacher’s Summer Vacation

The Teachers Summer Vacation He was a new teacher at the high school, (he was young, hung and single) and all the girls thought he was dreamy. Because he was able to teach both chemistry and several math classes he had gotten the job of his choice. I was a very upscale suburban area and it was close to the small tract of woods he had with the cabin he was building. It was a very modest log cabin but he had some interesting additions. There was a solar outdoor shower and a wood fired sauna. Down the hill was a small one acre pond. The property was forested mostly by evergreens. The entire year at school had been very trying, not because of the work load but because the fact that every one of …

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Mutual Benefits – Chapters 16-20

Chapter Sixteen “So, first of all, I’m sorry,” Lexi began as we found our table. “Ah, so Morgan’s talked to you already,” I replied with humor, sitting down. I put the straw in my drink as Lexi pouted at me. “I’m allowed to feel sorry without Morgan telling me anything!” she defended herself. I put on a faux blank expression. “Oh, so she didn’t talk to you?” She blushed. “Look… I…” I chuckled. “Apology accepted.” “No, you haven’t even heard it yet. That’s not fair.” She wasn’t turning any less pink. “I just thought we had… something happening and I… just wanted to ask if Morgan was…” “You never thought to ask me?” I asked, my tone not accusatory. She looked at me with urgency. “I thought we already said everything in the, uh, in …

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The Love Shared

***************Edited and re-posted. Finally… ************** As Always, Leave a Comment Below and Let Me Know What You Thought. **************** When you have a boring family like mine, you get creative. I’m not sure if it happens with everyone, but creativity hits you when you are at the very peak of boredom. Being a teenager in a neighbourhood like this one, you get to spend a lot of your time staring out of the window, especially when Fayes home. Faye was a girl that lived in the house opposite, and her family was almost the same ratio as my own, except for the fact that I had a nine year old sister. She lived with her parents and went to the same school as I did, though she was in the same year as me, we …

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Spanking our Neighbor

“Melissa, please sit down.” Steve, my husband had gestured with his hand, inviting our neighbor to sit on the sofa. “Make yourself comfortable.” Steve then sat comfortably in his recliner. When Melissa sat down, I handed her a glass of wine. I then sat on the opposite end of the sofa. Melissa appeared nervous. For all intent purposes, she had every reason to be nervous. As for my husband, Steve was his normal self. His composure, his demeanor was that of being relaxed…seemingly, in control of his surroundings. Before he said anything, he took a sip of his wine. “JoLyn mentioned the conversation that you had with her this morning. Am I to understand that you want me to spank Karen?” Karen was Melissa’s 14 year old daughter. For the past few months, Melissa was …

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Master! Master! Part 2_(1)

Part 2: “Didn’t I tell you I was feeling sick yesterday? What do you mean you don’t remember? I definitely remember telling you. Well look, I’m not coming in today. Whatever I ate, it’s coming out both ends. I’m glued to my toilet. What are you, nuts? I don’t even want to get in my car, let alone my cubicle. Yes, I swear it’s the truth. Ok, hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hung up the phone and Momo pounced on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and purring like a Ferrari. “My boss bought it. We got the day to ourselves.” “Yay! Momo wants to spend all day cuddling with Master!” “The feeling is mutual,” I replied, rubbing her ears. Whether or not Momo truly understood the implications and meaning of sex, she …

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My wife’s no vegetarian

When you awake, you’re not sure how long it’s been since we had sex – maybe an hour or more, as many of the candles have burnt out and it’s a lot darker. The room of the holiday-cabin seems to be filled with vague, flickering shapes of blackness. You sense a movement nearby and turn on your side to see me sitting at the edge of the bed where I’ve pulled back the thin, white cotton drape that surrounds us. I’m motionless now and facing out into the room. You follow my gaze and discern indistinct shapes on the other side of the lattice screen dividing the two beds. You rub your eyes and, as they become accustomed to the light, you can gradually make out more recognizable outlines on the other bed. Two people. …

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My Girlfriend and I Have Sex in Front of Her Sister_(2)

Author’s Note: This story is heavily inspired by my other series, Exhibitionist Sister. My name is Alex. It was a Friday night, and I was sitting in the basement of my girlfriend’s parents’ house. My girlfriend, whose name is Brittany, sat next to me on a couch to my left while her slightly-younger sister Melanie sat across from us on a different couch. “Can you go get me a water bottle from the fridge?” Melanie asked. “Me too, please,” Brittany said. “What do I get in return?” I joked sarcastically. As I was standing up, Melanie said, “I’ll flash you my tits!” She immediately turned red and started laughing hard. Brittany just rolled her eyes and smirked. “Oh really?” I said suspiciously. I was still speaking with a playful tone. I gave Brittany a look. …

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Becoming a nymph

This place felt weird. Was this a dream? My senses suggested it. Too damped was the shining light, too hollow the sound to be real. But on the other side, it felt too real to be not. So it probably was something in between. I stood in a great hall made of quartz, looking like a Greek temple, mist swirled through the air, greatly decreasing my range of sight. And for some reason, I was standing there all nude. “Hello? Is there someone?” my voice echoed through the hall again and again until it started to sound foreign, becoming a whisper in my ear, asking me the very same question. What was this place? I felt a little insecure, but step after step I moved forward, trespassing crested pillars, ever seeing only 10 meters in …

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Training Sarah PArt Seven – Ginny gets her due

As the next hand proceeded, Ginny seemed driven to make a quick win, by bidding high early hoping the others would simply fold, leaving her with Sarah’s services the rest of the evening. First Judy, then Mary dropped out, but Gail simply called Ginny’s incessant raises up to the last card. When Ginny went all in, Gail called the bet and goaded Ginny by saying, “Since I have more money than you, do you want to sweeten the pot a little?” “Yeah bitch, before you call, you should know that I’m willing to go all the way with these cards. You and Sarah will end up waiting on me the entire evening. Can’t wait to see your flowered underwear…” Gail, remaining quite calm said, “So, all the way huh?” Ginny shot back, “You don’t have …

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Harry Potter: As One War Ends Another Begins Part 12

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author. Part 12 The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione were all stood quietly in the kitchen of the Burrow. Normally the house would be full of laughter and loud conversation, but today they all stood around waiting. Today was the funerals of Petunia and Vernon Dursley. Hermione and Mrs Weasley had gone into muggle London the day before to buy everyone clothes for the ceremony. No one other than Hermione had attended a muggle funeral before so she had picked out black suits and dresses for everyone to wear. After the war there had been a lot of funerals to attend, but wizard funerals were a lot different and no one really knew …

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Journey of a Pain Slut – Act 3 PART 1

PART 1 – The Guy Even without the storm that had added a unique atmosphere to my first ‘session’ with the Little Girl, the woods still looked sombre, overbearing and scary. The trees were rugged, gnarled and stark naked … much like she would be tomorrow, and her little friend – if indeed she came. Smiling up at the looming structure before me, I knew that I had found my tree. It wasn’t a cross, but a very wide, almost flat trunk with branches sprouting at either side. Easily wide enough to nail the crossbeam onto, with my Little Girl attached to it. Nodding with satisfaction I also noted the dense surroundings and the nearby stream. Could I make it back here in the dark? Yes of course I could. I could even park my …

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BDSM Boot Camp 13

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality, or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but …

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My wife traded me

Tuesday morning hit like a freight train. I barely remembered getting out of bed, kissing Kristen goodbye while she scrolled her phone with that same bright, distracted smile from last night. She’d said something about “maybe heading down later to see if Brad needed help with anything,” but I was already half out the door, mind on the pile of reports waiting for me. For once, the knot in my stomach loosened a little during the commute. Work had a way of drowning out everything else when it got bad enough. The office was buzzing when I walked in. People huddled in small groups, whispering, coffee cups clutched like lifelines. I dropped my bag at my desk and barely had time to log in before Carlos’s voice boomed across the open floor. “Everyone. Conference room. …

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Shared Rent

Shared Rent Part One The Move It was a Saturday morning when I arrived at the apartment we had rented with Matías. I was carrying only a backpack with my last belongings; the rest had arrived the day before: a few pieces of furniture, the desktop computer, the dishes and kitchen utensils we had managed to gather, etc. You see, Matías and I are not close friends, more like acquaintances from a university course. However, we both faced the same problem: housing. The options were clear: each of us could move into a studio apartment, sharing the living room, kitchen, and bedroom in the same space. The alternative was to join forces and rent a three-room apartment together, which would give us a bit more space. Besides, by sharing the expenses this way, we would …

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The new guard gets a sexy welcome.

The sun barely crested the horizon when Ethan Caldwell, 23 years old and fresh off a transfer from a low-security men’s facility, pulled his beat-up Ford pickup into the employee lot of Blackthorn Women’s Correctional Facility. The prison loomed ahead, a squat fortress of gray concrete and razor wire nestled in the desolate plains of upstate New York, 2025. Ethan adjusted his crisp navy uniform, the badge on his chest gleaming with rookie pride. At 6’4″, with a lean but muscular build from years of discipline and gym work, he carried himself with purpose, his short brown hair and sharp green eyes signaling a no-nonsense attitude. But beneath the stoic exterior, his nerves churned—this was his first day at a women’s prison, and Blackthorn’s reputation for tough inmates made his old post feel like a …

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Thru the Veil: The Collective

Disclaimer: This story contains thoughts and fantasies about abduction, being exposed and lots of forced masturbation. The idea being exposed to some faceless organization, which might have immoral methods but isn’t malicious plays a big role in this story. Similar fantasies would be abduction by aliens and their subsequent sexual experiments. The events in this story are pure fiction. An expression of my erotic and fetish fantasies – in which everything works out just fine for everyone involved. I wouldn’t want to experience such a scenario in real life, nor would I wish that on anyone else. (not without a heads up, and the usual talk about limits an expectations at least). Intro Nobody really knows who or what ‚The Collective‘ is. They are the secretive hunters of the night hiding in the abandoned industrial …

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