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She is the One (Part 2)

Nothing feels worse than waking up after crying yourself to sleep. I’d feel humiliated but after everything that happened yesterday, maybe you can forgive me. I pulled myself out of sleep, my eyes crusted with dried tears and with a heavy weight in my heart. My limbs felt numb, like they’d been drained of blood and then stuck with hundreds of needles. I may have not wanted to get up yesterday but I really didn’t want to get up today. I didn’t want to go to school, to have to see Craig’s smug face as he flaunted his new relationship in front of me. I quote Eric Cartman, Patron Saint of the Fucking Douchebags… “God, I fucking hate Craig!” I smiled a little at that. My phone chirruped and I pulled it over to see …

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HUSBAND’S OFFICE PARTY – PT 2 – STOPPED BY A COP ON THE WAY HOME

As told in another story, my husband, Terry, and I had spent the night at his annual office party. As usual, I dressed in a slinky dress, without bra or panties, so that his co-workers could take turns covertly grabbing handfuls of tit and slip fingers in my pussy throughout the night as we danced, chatted and drank. This turned Terry on as much as me, and we typically left the party extremely charged up – Terry with a massive hard-on, and me with pussy juices dripping down my leg. Sometimes Terry’s co-workers would figure out a way to get a little more than a cock-tease by pulling me aside, or finding a dark enough corner for a blowjob or quick fuck. At this particular party, Terry’s boss had snuck me into a hallway, pulled …

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Friends Under Covers

When Lily was invited to this party, she didn’t imagine it would be anything like this… raucous groups of people dancing their night away, dark rooms full of unknown bodies writhing sensuously to the music, and an abundance of drinks being passed around. In short, this wasn’t Lily’s scene. At 5’5″, with a curvy body, brown wavy hair, and eyes the color of honey, Lily did attract some attention, from men and women alike. But her shy and reserved nature ensured nothing ever went very far. At the age of 20, she could count on one hand the number of times she had had actually great sexual experiences, and that made her even more reserved and unwilling to be in situations exactly like this party. Everywhere she looked, she saw bodies grinding together and people …

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Kaylene_(0)

Kaylene When I first met Kaylene I was going out with her cousin Kayner and she had just come down from Sydney for a visit with her auntie Chez who Kayner lived with. You couldn’t have picked two more different people, Kaylene was short, chubby, big tits and very outgoing while my girlfriend Kayner was five inches taller than me, skinny with wide hips, virtually no tits at all and very quiet but they were very close and seemed to bring each other into middle ground personality wise. All three of us got on like a house on fire and were always together cruising around in my hotted up Holden. One of my mates Kevin hooked up with Kaylene which often had people mixed up as to who was going with who as he was …

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MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 11 DINNER & A MOVIE

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 11 DINNER & A MOVIE Rach followed Lidia into the house while I extricated my bike from the jeep. As I parked it in the garage, I tried to will my painful hard-on down. The rock hard state I’d been in since the girls picked me up at the pool nearly 6 hours ago had, on the ride home with Lidia on my lap, gone from pleasurable pain, to near agony. I considered cranking one out right there in the garage, but one tentative grip confirmed my fear that I was too far down the road of blue-balls to stand the act. I fell back to plan B, forced shrinkage. I quietly made my way to the bathroom, avoiding any Rach instigations, and took a cold shower; forcing …

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Sheer Envy part 1: Things that go bump in the night

*This is my first story, I hope to write more if people like it* “Could you please wear a bra when my dads around?” Tara asked. The question wasn’t directed at me, of course. I’m the conservative one. The innocent one. No, the question was directed at Claire. “Why?” the blonde girl asked. We all know she knew why. Standing 5’7″, with a naturally slim build and shoulder length platinum-blonde hair framing her pretty face, her E cup boobs look almost too big on her. Even as she feigned innocence, I could see her sheer white tank top straining to contain them, her nipples outlined where they poked at the fabric. “Your dad wouldn’t look anyway, he’s not some creeper.” It was a conversation they had every single weekend. It was a tradition. Every saturday, …

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Do It Yourself (or get some help)

One of the many inevitable things that come with buying a house, is frequenting Do It Yourself stores. A lot. I’ve always loved them: the smell of newly cut wood, dried up paint and burnt dust, the sheer endlessness of the isles and the countless object that I never knew existed until I saw them, it’s amazing. The weeks between moving into my new house and selling the old one, I could be found in such stores about every other day. I had worked out the perfect schedule, arriving just after peak times were over, but long enough before closing time for me not to have to hurry. I also knew all the students and middle-aged men that worked there. Or I thought I did. One day, on a random weekday evening, there was a …

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Memories Of Her

Part1: The Penis’ Prerogative His sleep was heavy, as if drugged. It came from depression though. A deep stupor causing hime to sleep heavy and dreamless. But, he found himself rising from it . Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator humming to itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee, absently pondering this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep cycle coupled with a seven-hour water tank. It is nearly time to rise and start the day and his mind wanders back to the empty spot where his wife had lain until she disappeared nine or so months ago; half hoping her body will eventually turn up in a ditch somewhere so that he can be _free_ of her, somehow certain she simply ran off one afternoon, took …

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My Little Buddy, My Lover

Finally, the last semester! Turn 4 before the great beyond! 4 more classes before graduation! Unfortunately, they are the hardest 4 classes. Oct 26, Week 10, midterms for econometrics, 30% of overall grade and Dr. Schute promised to give us ulcers. I’m on the brink of freaking out this afternoon, Econometrics is a required course, if I don’t do well I will miss the quota for my internship. And this day and age, who doesn’t need an edge? Dano suddenly asked, How come I never see you with a girl? I said, ‘without looking up from my notes, because, I rather have good grades.’ ‘So you’re not into girls?’ ‘Hey, f you, dude.’ ‘Sorry, just asking. I gotta go, I’ll see you at the union tonight.’ Dano zipped up his hoodie and hid the red …

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The Office Junior – Part 5

Work had gone badly after I stopped texting Becky. Things had gone wrong and then progressively worse from there. An entire project had slipped by 3 days so I had a ton of issues to clear up. This was going to cut into my plans tonight. I phoned the diner and asked when the latest we could arrive would be. They told me that 9 o’clock was probably the latest they could manage. I phoned Becky and told her the bad news. She was fine with it and told me to get there as soon as I could manage. I worked solidly for hours getting things cleaned up. I was a man possessed. It was just after 8 when I pulled up outside her flat. I jumped out of the car and walked up to …

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Doll House – Ba

The air inside the yellow cab hung heavy with the scent of artificial pine and stale cigarette smoke, the ventilation system humming a weak, rattle-filled tune. The streetlights outside smeared across the wet pavement in long, amber streaks, casting fleeting, distorted shadows across the vinyl seating. Baby Kay sat with her legs crossed, the sharp point of one stiletto heel digging into the rubber floor mat, her posture rigid and commanding despite the close quarters. Beside her, Danica was a dead weight, her head lolling against the partition, her blonde waves sticking to her damp forehead in chaotic strands. The driver, a man with a thick mustache and heavy-set brows that met in the middle, glanced up into his rearview mirror. His eyes, dark and critical, lingered on Danica’s slumped form with naked suspicion. He …

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The Lonesome Loser – Series 01 (Part I, The Beginning)

The Lonesome Loser Series. 01 (Part I – The Beginning) The Story: The Beginning The prequel: My name is Mickie, Michael Combs, or Mickie-boy, to my mom, and Michael to my dad. I have always been pale-skinned and skinny, with dirty, reddish-blonde hair. Mom would let my hair grow out, but once it grew too long, it would thicken and turn rusty orange. Then, once I began Elementary school, my hair would always be buzz-cut or kept short. Up until I was a pre-teen, I was a mama’s boy and followed Mom around like a kitten. Growing up in Westbury, Maine, I lived as a mama’s boy, seeing little of my father. Then, tragedy reared its cruel head. I was just eight when my Father was killed in an automobile accident. We packed up once …

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Two Daughters Are Wearing Me Out

I loved Susan, my wife, with all of my heart. She gave me the best years I could ever have asked for as well as three wonderful children. I was totally devoted to her and astounded that I could have been so fortunate as to have won her heart. One night she had an accident on the road. I almost died of grief. If not for my children, I would have committed suicide. I couldn’t go on without her, but couldn’t abandon my children. I became absorbed by my work and daughters. My only social activities had to do with taking the girls to school functions. I refused flatly even to consider getting involved with another woman. The girls did their best to cheer me up. In many ways they were successful. We would go …

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Fatima’s escapades (Part 3)

Fatima paced anxiously in the living room waiting for Irfaan to pick her up for gym. This was all his idea. He’d ended up being the same stranger from the park. She couldn’t believe her handsome stranger had turned out to be the same guy she was supposed to meet as a marriage proposition. Her father’s business partner had wanted Fatima and his son to meet each other. Irfaan was delighted to find out that Fatima was the same woman from the park. He’d been afraid that he’d never see her again. He’d ended up fucking her in her parents kitchen the day before. She’d been amazing, absolutely driving him crazy with her eager willingness to submit to his every need. He wanted to know more of her. He needed to know more, to feel …

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Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch9

As per my previous mornings recently, I stirred and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, that delicious feeling of my silk night ware stretching over my taught nipples and my morning wood throbbing in its lace enclosure. The urge to touch myself was palpable, it seemed no matter how hard I came the night before, by morning my cock was fully charged and my balls felt ready to burst. Reaching down I ran my hands over my chest, my stiff nipples jutting out causing a sharp intake of breath as their sensitivity seemed heightened. A little twist and a rub eliciting a moan before my hands continued down to my tenting panties. I was already dripping through the material, the heat emanating from my rod as my hand wrapped round it separated only by the …

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Summer with Daniel 2

After Daniel left that day I couldn’t believe we did that. I had a rush of feelings about our experience. I was excited, scared, anxious and so many other feelings that I couldn’t explain. I was worried because I thought he might tell. That he might of faked liking it just to tell on me. But I also was excited and anxious because I wanted to that again with Daniel. I must have jacked off 3 or 4 time the rest of that day just thinking about us giving each other blow jobs. I also started thinking about other things we could do with each other. I wondered how far he was willing to go or if it would be a one time thing and then he’d decide he wasn’t gay anymore – that’s happened …

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Slutty discovery

It’s not that I didn’t like sex it’s just that I never thought about it. I understood how things worked and were everything went but I just wasn’t interested in it until one day. It all started one Friday night. I was at a friends house down the street and my parents had gone out for the evening. My brother was home alone. Nothing out of the ordinary. Anyway, it was about 9pm and I decided to walk back home. It was just a quick walk up the street. I went inside and headed upstairs. My brother who was in his room must not of heard me come in because as I walked past his bead room his door was open just bit and I glanced in as I passed. I stopped short as I …

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Field trip fun

It was a cool spring morning as I drove the hour and a half to meet my daughter and her class for her field trip. I pulled up and parked in the visitor parking and waited for the buses to arrive. I went to the gate of the park and paid for my ticket as the buses finally arrived. As I walked towards the sidewalk to meet my daughter I see my neighbor Jen. “Hey, what are you doing here?” I ask as she gives me a smile. “I am meeting my son for his field trip…” she said as she gave me a hug. “ we should have carpooled!” She exclaimed after breaking our embrace. We said hello to our kids and waited as the teacher told them the rules and accounted for all …

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Fanden Hus (Fuck House)

Fanden Hus (Fuck House) Part One: The Arrival Gillian stopped at the counter inside the small, dark adult novelty store and presented the shiny access card to the woman attending the register. Wordlessly, the clerk nodded and held up a finger indicating to wait a moment. She opened the register and, from the back of the cash box removed a key before closing the drawer and motioning Gillian to follow her. Gillian picked up her small gym bag, tossed her brown hair over one shoulder sneaking a glance around the perimeter to see who was watching before following the young girl behind a dark curtain and into a long hall. They passed a few booths, also with black curtains fully or at least partially drawn. From experience, Gillian knew that each booth included a bench, …

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Doll House – Ba

The hum of the office floor was a low, steady vibration, a sound that lived in the soles of Elle’s shoes and the base of her skull. It was late afternoon, that time of day when the sharp angle of the sun cut through the downtown high-rises and turned the carpeting into a landscape of long, dusty shadows. Elle sat at her desk, the fluorescent overhead lights reflecting off the smooth, white surface of her button-down shirt. She adjusted the collar, the starched fabric stiff against her neck, and focused on the spreadsheet glowing on her monitor. The numbers blurred slightly, rows of financial data that required a precision she was struggling to summon. She reached for her coffee mug, a ceramic chipped at the rim, and took a sip. The liquid was cold, a …

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