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A Haunting Curiosity
A Haunting Curiosity I walked up to the rusty iron bar fences. I never thought I would make it here, especially after hearing so much about this place. I looked through the bars and could see why so many thought it to be the place of nightmares, but I thought surely it couldn’t be as bad as what they said. Surely it couldn’t be haunted, I mean it’s the sort of thing you hear about in books or television shows, not the stuff of reality. But the stories that were told of what happened in this place were so consistently true, it was hard to ignore the possibility that they could be. But by this point my natural curiosity had finally got the better of me. I walked through the half-open gates, creaking as it …
It Pays to Advertise! 2
I recently placed an advertisement in certain magazines (and on the Internet of course) asking women to share their sexual fantasies with me and possibly see them woven into erotic fiction. I had no idea what I was letting myself in for; I imagined I might get eight or nine replies if I was lucky, but about half of those would be unusable. This has proved to be a serious underestimate of the power and fertility of the female imagination and a similar underestimate of the wild desire of the average (and not so average!) woman to see her fantasies in print. Once they are in the public domain, I can only surmise that these same women will masturbate about them even harder in the knowledge that others are sharing the fantasies with them! A …
My First Experience – Cottaging (M/b, first time, concensual, young)
I hesitated as I walked towards the steps. Somehow I knew, even though I was only just 13, that if I did this it would change things for ever. I reached the top of the steps, a quick glance round to make sure no one was around, listened for any noises from down below but there was nothing, and started down into the dimly lit, smelly toilets. There were 6 urinals along one wall and 4 cubicles facing them. A guy was standing at the farthest urinal and he just glanced at me as I entered. He turned back to the urinal and just stood there. I went to the second one and unzipped my fly, pulliing out my half hard cock. I pointed it at the urinal but didn’t need to pee. I glanced …
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ANNA-BROOKS GETS OWNED, Pt.7
(Hello! This time I thought it would be fun to see where the Roberts Boys got it from. If you are not sure what I am referring to, please click my profile. Of the 12 multi-chapter stories written so far, 10 are about the Roberts boys and their sexual hi-jinks/adventures, so it’s high-time I wrote something about their Dad. This one incorporates a young lass’s introduction into BDSM, hope you enjoy it!) Thank goodness for Boy Scouts. It was there that I learned the Half-Hitch knot (amongst several others) that served me well right now. With a tug in the right spot I released her raised leg, then the same for my toy’s hands. At last this toy had her relief, but she was far from finished, and I supported her as I turned her …
Delicious Sister-in-Law
Delicious Sister-in-Law True story.. At sixty-three, I was much more active than many of my friends, who were younger than myself. My wife was still in good health, also, and our sex life was okay. (although not great, like it used to be) Because of her medications, she had no real desire to fuck, anymore, but throughout our forty years of marriage, she never denied my sexual needs or desires. After retirement, we decided to buy a small ranch in northern Louisiana. I had no plans to farm, so our pastures were leased to a couple of local horse breeders. It didn’t take long to become attached to the beautiful animals, and we spent many hours watching their antics..and their breeding. Every time old Pepper would start nipping at a mare’s neck, and his massive …
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Nice Little Surprise
Nice Little Surprises I am Sharon, and this is the story of how I made a sudden unexplainable turnaround from being a confirmed lover of big cocks to going after a smaller one after accidentally viewing it, and being totally surprised and satisfied. I am a buxom thirty eight year old woman of mixed black and Portuguese descent. Here in my Caribbean country we view the descendants of nineteenth century indentured laborers from Portugal, as a race different to white/European. I stand a shapely five feet ten barefooted, with watery hazel eyes, full pouty lips and long, black almost straight hair reaching past my shoulders. My boobs are big, my ass is big, my thighs and hips full and firm, and my pussy mound the size of a hamburger bun. I have been sexually active …
The Guilt Will Kill You
This is a story I did not complete in time for CAW #20 on the Sex Stories forum. For lack of a better explanation, let’s say it’s loosely based on “Little Red Riding Hood”. The main female character’s name was inspired by Sergei Prokofiev’s “Peter and the Wolf”, which has nothing whatsoever to do with anything. *** Not very long ago, not very far from here, a young woman struggled with her dirt bike in the woods. “Please start,” she mumbled. “The last thing I want to do today is push you home.” “Hey! You in the red hoodie!” an angry voice shouted. “Can’t you read?” Startled, Pietra spun around to see a very large man striding toward her. His long bushy hair hung loose, blending into a huge graying beard. In old camo clothes, …
How I started fucking my daughter. Part 2
It had been a week to the day since I was seduced by my daughter and all week she had been teasing me. Walking around the house in her underwear, wearing dresses with no panties and exposing herself even showering with the door open. I had a constant hard on and was relieving myself at least two times a day. I had to get my hands on her again. I had to feel that tight, sweet pussy riding my hard cock. I was in the bathroom sorting myself out after Makayla in a tight short skirt and no panties had spread her legs while sitting at the table studying and played with her pussy knowing I was watching when I heard my wife coming. I quickly jumped in the shower to avoid any suspicions on …
a little lovin is all you need
this story is completely fictional and though i would have loved for it to be real sadly it is not. a little lovin is all you need Lily Morgan age 27, owns her own bookstore/bakery. she’s 5’7, 135 lbs, 34c, black hair, green eyes. Paige Powell age 28, writer of children’s books. she’s 5’5, 118 lbs, 32b, curly red hair, blue eyes. chapter 1 lily looked out her office window wondering if the darkened clouds would bring rain. she prayed not because the rain brought fewer customers, and right now thats something she couldn’t afford. lily owned a bookstore/bakery which she named “lily’s books and bakery”. yes i know unoriginal, but thats the name so get used to it. the store was her life, her passion, the one thing she had left to hold on …
The Interview_(2)
Five p.m. sharp….”I’m right on time” Helga thought as she entered the exterior door and walked into the foyer of the plush new medical offices. “Hello, I’m Dr. Bell and you must be . . . Helga?” Helga jumped a little as the doctor approached her from a side office. “Yes” Helga answered. Helga was quite impressed with the latest state-of-the-art equipment she passed as she was escorted to his private office. He gestured to a chair and she sat down across from him. The doctor took a few moments to review her application. Although dated from a few years ago, the Doc saw that she had successfully graduated from a fully accredited Illinois State Dental Assistant School and worked for two respected dentists in Chicago. He noticed she was married, gold ring on her …
Resort Weekend pt2
The next morning Reece woke up stiff, rolling his tongue around in his mouth. His mouth tasted funny. Oh yeah, its pussy. He thought with a smile. But not Gia’s pussy! Panic erupted in him, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked in the bed; Tasha was sleeping soundly beside him. FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! It wasn’t a dream. He actually had done it. He cheated on his wife. Gaping anguish threatened to swallow him whole now as his stomach lurched. He felt sick. He looked around the room trying to get his bearings. This wasn’t his room. Where was he? That’s right. He and Tasha had fucked for hours, finally making it to the company dinner last night some 45 minutes late. Each coming in a different door. Then they had stayed out drinking …
My daughters dildo part 3
I sat at my desk staring off into space. My cock was hard, again. Barry clapped his hand on my office door, snapping me out of my funk. “Conference call, five minutes.” He sauntered off, clueless to the divinely filthy thoughts he had interrupted. Nicole’s dress was off the second we had walked through the door. She ran to the living room and threw herself into my easy chair, spreading her legs wide. I fell to my knees in front of her in a worshipful pose of lascivious intent. I took things slower, making love to my daughter’s pussy with my mouth. I kissed her clit, sucked her lips, licked her hole. She encouraged every swipe of my tongue with moans, giggles of ecstasy, and (of course) more of her endearing brand of dirty talk. …
The bitch on the beach.
Waking in the morning, after a hard week at work, her recent split with her partner still heavy in her mind, Sara looked at the empty space beside her, stretching her naked body, and slowly climbing out of bed, she gazed out the window at the beautiful sunshine, so lonely ,so horny and so sad , Making her way through the empty house, she pondered her absent lover, wishing she could have one more chance to win her back, wishing she wasn’t so submissive, but i can’t help myself said to herself. The day was so nice, it was all the excuse she needed to pack up a beach towel and her bag, damn i am going to lounge on the beach she thought, being a frequent visitor to the local nudist beach, she knew …
Demonic 3
While Merik teaches Rikimarue the dark arts Ayame dreams that she has escaped from Rikimarue and Merik and has been raising her Orc Son alone in a positive enviornment with no exposure to violent and sexual stimuly. Ayame has named her Orc Son Leon after her Father and together Ayame and Leon are happy, Leon is now a fully grown adult Orc and one night while having dinner with his Mother Leons flips the dinner table over and tears off the clothes his Mother makes him wear exposing his massive erection. Leon tries to grab his Mothers arm but she manages to get away, Leon chases her until he grabs her arm and throws her on the ground and starts tearing off her clothes, Ayame is screaming ” WHY LEON? WHY? “. Grabbing her neck …
Making the best…Pt. 2
As promised, part 2 of Making the best… It wasn’t a long drive to the town where Dean lived. Only an hour once he got on the interstate, but it gave him a chance to think a lot about everything that had happened. He’d caught his girlfriend in bed with his roommate, but that freed him to have some incredible sex with his gorgeous dealer. Then, when his girlfriend sprung herself on him, he’d gotten some of their roughest and most enjoyable sex ever before tossing her naked into the hallway of his dorm with cum dripping out of her ass and made it very clear that they were over. The sight still made him laugh, even if he did feel slightly guilty. All in all, Dean thought he’d definitely made the best out of …
The Imperfect Storm Chapter 6
The Imperfect Storm, CH. 06 Sunday morning, I think. A baby cried. Huh? I don’t have a baby… oh my fucking head… somebody moved… where the fuck am I? “Never a dull moment around here!” said Kylie. Way too loudly, I might add. I was a little confused as to why she was in my bed. But, this wasn’t my bed. Oh yeah. Ohhhh Yeahhhhhh! I watched Kylie’s naked body move to her closet, and return with a robe wrapped around it. “Mmmmorning,” moaned Whitney. “Where does she keep the Advil?” “I dunno” I managed to respond. “I’ll find something.” It was just us in the house, I remembered. I staggered naked, downstairs and found a plastic pitcher. I filled it with water and some ice cubes, found some glasses, and rummaged through the cabinets …
A night at the neighbors
We had moved into a new house and were slowly getting to know the neighbors. On one side of our house was a single woman. She seemed middle aged and was relatively unattractive. Being married and basically more gay than bisexual, I did not pay much attention to women. I did notice that Jo, the neighbor, did have a fair amount of women coming by to visit. Many seemed to stay overnight. My suspicion was that she was a lesbian and was quite active sexually. I did notice a few men stopping by as well and most of them were good looking. They were in their mid 30’s to mid 40’s and all seemed to be in good shape. Noticing this, I decided it was time to get to know Jo a bit better. One …