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Eva rekindles her dislike of clothes Part 02

Eva rekindles her dislike of clothes. by Vanessa Evans Part 02 After a restful night’s sleep Eva was more settled with the changes that happened to her since she got to university, and when she went to the kitchen she didn’t even think about putting any clothes on and wasn’t really surprised to see a naked Jade there as well. Lewis was also there eating some cornflakes and wondering what the hell was going on. He hadn’t been at the party so hadn’t known that Jade had ‘come out’, and hadn’t really been expecting Eva to wander around the flat naked. “What’s going on with you two, is it ‘naked undergrads day or something?” “You missed a great party last night Lewis, both of us got stripped, hung upside down and we were fucked by …

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Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 05

Chapter Nine: The Contract and Adornments. The relief that I felt from finally having an orgasm was short-lived as it wasn’t long before the regular masturbation and edging sessions had brought me back into a pink cloud of desperate arousal. Even as Master allowed me to experience more and more climaxes, it was never enough to fully satisfy the constant craving and desperate need that my willowy body cried out for. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that the only time he allowed me to cum was when he was enjoying the flavors of my love tunnel with his mouth. It was clear that during oral sex he wanted to pleasure me and see my little body overwhelmed with desire, but other times when he stuck his cock in my whore hole …

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The Spaces Between ( Supernatural Fanfiction Dean/Jo)

Jo slid the cleaning rod down the barrel of the rifle and sighed, breathing deep the smell of gun oil and metal. It was a scent that had, until recently, always reminded her of her father, the roadhouse and the other hunters. Sometimes, it even reminded her of her mother. It was a smell that paired itself in her memory with whiskey and stale beer, greasy food, the deep barrel laughs of men and women with too few opportunities for humor. But now it reminded her primarily of one man, the way a certain cologne can cause a woman to stop and breathe deep and just smile. In this instance, she resisted the smile by pursing her lips into a tight mew and furiously jamming the rod through the barrel, as though the rifle had …

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The Compound – Part 1

Dan shifted slightly, his foot going to sleep and something sharp poking him in the back, but the small noise made him freeze, his gaze fixed on the light in the downstairs window. A shadow moved in the room and the light flicked off, that was their cue. As a unit, the black clad men moved from their posts and crept in the shadows around the perimeter. There were others already inside the house, having waited for the target to begin going to bed. After weeks of watching the house, they knew her routine so well that they could predict her every move, but tonight was the night. Inside the house, Becca had flicked the TV off and yawning, stood up from the armchair to go to bed. It had been a long day and …

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Late for Class

Late for Class Introduction: Ashley becomes late for math class, and is punished by her teacher! (Essentially what I would wish to happen if I was late for class) ​As she opened her locker that Friday morning, Ashley had no idea that her life was about to change.  She picked up her books, and quickly closed her locker. There was plenty of time before class, and she decided that she may as well go to the washroom for a quick examination of her outfit. As she was washing her hands, she looked in the mirror and examined her young, sixteen year old figure. Her reflection’s big blue eyes stared at her body from the mirror. They roamed over her own shapely legs, her round hips, her small waist, and her perky little b-cup breasts. She …

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Southern Hospitality Ch.02

Laura felt herself lifted lazily from the arms of sleep, her body relaxed and floating on a small cloud of pleasure, her mind filled with images, sensations, not pulled from whatever dream she had just been having but instead, memories, memories from the night before. Memories of Ash under her, moaning her name, memories of them fucking like she was back in highschool again. As consciousness seeped more and more into Laura’s mind she stretched her arms out in the bed around her, feeling the silky warmth of the bed where her arms brushed and felt the coolness of the sheets from where she hadn’t been wrapped up in them, another wave of pleasure crept over her, she must have been dreaming about something nice to wake up with such eager wood tenting the sheets. …

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Breeder Rape Future_(0)

In an alternate future, the losses from several wars have left the United States with a severely depleted population. To combat this, rape was legalized, resistance was criminalized and all forms of birth control have been banned under the Repopulation Recovery Act. Women are now regularly sexually assaulted and expected to give birth to any children than are born from those rapes. This story takes place about 50 years after the laws were passed. “Jenny, you’re home late!” My mom exclaimed when I came through the front door. I dropped my backpack and shrugged. “I got raped on the way home. It was just one guy but he took a while.” “Sounds like a Monday! I saved you a plate for dinner.” “Thanks, mom.” I could still feel my rapist’s cum inside me. He had …

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New Rules New Stories

I wrote a story and I’m looking for actors for the casting. I reviewed Jimmy’s application. He’s a talented story actor in his thirties. He’s played supporting roles in a few stories before. One of the thugs who raped the bar slut, the groom’s best man in the wedding night gang bang, and so on. I ask him, “Jimmy, would you play the role of Thomas, a fifty-year-old daddy, in this story?” and he says, “Sure, I can.. I’ve been waiting for a leading role for a long time, dear writer, thank you.” The story production team makes him look old with makeup. I’m reading applications for a female actor. I need a high school girl named Tiffany. Laila’s CV’s impressive. I invite her to an interview before doing a screen test. My production team …

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1 pussy, 1 cock

“That was fun,” Kendra said to Dave. Dave, standing behind her, reached up her shirt and squeezed. “I couldn’t wait for them to leave. I haven’t seen you in a week, and neither has my cock.” Kendra turned to face him and he touched her face, and she couldn’t help but feel her entire body moving closer to his. They kissed, and she felt weak, and almost instantly wet. She moaned as Dave’s tongue made it’s way inside her mouth. His lips felt so good, his tongue felt so good, Kendra’s imagination was going wild, thinking of things that tongue would do. Reluctantly, she pulled her body away from his, and kissed him quickly on the lips before giving him a firm push towards the recliner. He faked disappointment, but Dave’s cock was hard, and …

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Glory hole for my Wife Bridget_(1)

Glory hole for my Wife Bridget Bridget lay on the sliding bed. She was fully clothed with a long skirt and some white Keds tennis shoes. She loved to wear those white sneakers with knee-high white socks under her long black skirts. My Wife Bridget is simple. She has long brown hair that is thick and wavy and big almond eyes. She is half Italian and half Greek and reminds me of a young Julia Roberts, with a gentle voice and big brown, long eyelashes. The sliding bed was one that slid through a hole in a wall which left my wife protruding half way out so that her legs and waist vanished behind the edifice, or the flat, monolithic and hard wall. She looked up at me and smiled. She knew that I loved …

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Confessionals part 1

Part I. “Bless me Father for I have sinned” Clara spoke. Her voice full of repent. “Tell me child, what is it that you have done?” the Priests voice beckons from the other side of the confessional. “I have these… desires, Father. I find myself lusting for men; married men as well as single men. Men of colour too.” The priest exhaled. He felt a slight twitch underneath his tunic. “Have you acted upon these… desires Clara?” Clara paused for a few seconds. “Not yet, Father. But I ache to do so. I lust for sexual fulfillment.” “Do you pleasure yourself Clara? Thinking about these men?” “Yes, Father”. The priest exhales again; harder this time. The twitch in his groin becoming more persistent.“You will come back again tomorrow Clara. 6pm”. He moves as if to …

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The Whore-Front: Prolouge

War, war never changes, and neither does Khrystyna. It had been 3 years since Russian forces crossed the border into Ukraine. And only just over 2 years since the grueling 3 month siege that reduced Mariupol to rubble. But Khrystyna didn’t care. She didn’t let things like that bother her, because for her little had changed. Khrystyna made her living as a prostitute, selling her body for whatever amount she could get, and war was big business. When Ukrainian forces were defending the city, she did her part and serviced many an eager new recruit and nervous con***********s alike. She was treated like a hero for her work. A hero doing her patriotic part for the war effort. Even the most conservative and religious women turned a blind eye to her sinful profession. However, this …

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Filling Emily With Love

Sneaking up on you isn’t easy. You’ve got a sixth sense. You’re a light sleeper, one of those men who “investigate the noise.” I don’t even try to stop you and convince you it was nothing anymore. You’re always “hearing something” but, today, I’m sneaking up on you. It’s taken me, what? Three minutes just to get down the hall? I put my step gingerly at the edges, right up by the wall so that the floorboards wouldn’t squeak. Catlike in movement, if not in reflexes, I’ve crept down the hall to your office and have been peering in at you. Not laughing is the hardest thing. You’re so studious, so into whatever that book is on your desk that you don’t notice me looking in from the open doorway. I shift my right foot …

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No I don’t want to be arrested

Another dreadfully long minute passed as I stared at the clock in the changing room. Being in my line of work, the working hours were from late at night to early in the morning. I was waiting for the clock to hit 5am for the shift to end. The gentleman’s club was clearing out little by little as usual. I just finished getting changed into my normal clothes and headed out the back doors. When I got into my yellow mustang I felt more relaxed already. I loved my car and I could just drive around all day to nowhere… and everywhere. I sat in the parking lot while I waited for the morning dew to clear off my windshield. Just when I took a deep breath, I snapped back into reality. “omg, what am …

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My first fisting

This is a true story about a new experience for me and the husband. Now first off you need to know that 1. I am not a writer 2. This is the first time I have ever written anything that other people will be reading 3. I will probably make grammar mistakes in the story. So please keep that in mind when you read this and don’t judge to harshly. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. A little background about our marriage, we are in an open relationship, we swing sometimes, have had 3-somes and are into BDSM. He is Dom and I am a switch, which for those that don’t know what a switch is, I can be both submissive and dominant depending on my mood. …

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Long Walks – an erotic tale told in double POV

Bold Text is her story Italicized Text is his story I brushed my dress down, and smoothed my hair over. He looked so handsome, his black locks and gorgeous smile. He gave me a big kiss on the cheek and showed me to our table. I sat there feeling quite awkward at first, but the conversation soon started flowing, we placed our orders and were soon lost in each others lives, talking about past loves and jobs. My hand was on the table, tapping with happiness, i was loving it, then he touched it, stroked my finger with his big manly hands. I felt his smooth leather shoe stroke my black stockings. It tickled me, excited me, I dropped my fork. She was a vision from out of a dream of intoxicating proportion. I knew …

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Waiting game.

‘Waiting isn’t an easy thing to do’ I think to myself as I sit across the table from my date. I look at him and inspect his features. Strong shoulders, newly shaven face, and a wonderful sexy smile, like a little boy just wanting to be spanked. My eyes slowly travel down his arm, to look at the table where our hands are joined together. I very lightly begin to trace my finger across the palm of his hand, and I write out three words explaining what is going on in my head ‘I want you’. I think back to how we met and how long it has taken us to get to this moment. I’m kind of a geek and I played games online and found him in one of those games, we met …

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KIDNAPPED AND FUCKED IN MEXICO

Miguel and his two cousins… Raul and Pablo… were taken to the US as young boys, where they quickly became very proficient in English and learned many traditional American customs. But they found themselves mired in the relative mediocrity and boredom of life in the tiny town of El Paso, so they quickly grew into troubled teens… with an edge… always looking for the easy way out, while pushing against the boundaries of acceptable behavior. When they were in their early twenties, the three of them moved back to Mexico, deciding they preferred the unbridled bustle of Mexico City to what they’d experienced in the aimless depths of west Texas. Once they arrived in Mexico City, it didn’t take long for Miguel to come up with a money-making idea…. he decided to utilize the corruption …

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Morning Surprise_(1)

I’m now in my mid 50’s, full figured (chubby) woman who is divorced and single for over 5 years. I’m trying to get fitter and lose weight and my next door neighbours allow me to use their treadmill in their garage to walk for exercise every morning between 7-9 am. They leave a hide away key in it’s place outside for me to use to access their garage. Recently, my neighbours, a couple went to the Gold Coast for a week’s holiday. They have a son (Jack) who is 19 and had moved out to live or so I thought. Unbeknownst to me, he must have moved back home while his parents were away. Anyway, this morning I followed my usual routine and around 7:30 am, I moved the big clay flower pot to pick …

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THREE WAS NOT A CROWD

My partner Grant and me Abigail are big on body image, we both possess, still good firm, sexy bodies that draw admiring glances from males and females, we are both just past forty, have both been married twice. And we both have voracious sexual appetites. We have often discussed having sex with a third person. A male or female watching us making love and fucking. A male or female making a three-way, joining in while we make love. Invariably fantasising about a much younger male or female. Sex with a same sex partner while our partner watched? Sex with a same sex partner while our partner joined in? Sex with an opposite sex partner while our partner participated? The first time it happened was completely unexpected, making our first three-way even more even more exciting. …

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