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WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. 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 …
( Passions of Innocents ) Chapter 2 … Thank Heaven for Little Girls … By … Barbusie … Gloria woke at around noon Saturday to the sound of a cat meowing by the front door. She was spooned real comfy with Keith holding her from behind, she could feel his cock nestled good and firm between the cheeks of her ass. When she wiggled it a bit, ‘Willy’ began to slowly wake up and she could feel it getting a little harder as it wedged a little firmer in her crack ass, as if it were stretching after being gently woke from a sound sleep. Although she felt safe and snug lying next to Keith, she had to pee something fierce. She quietly and gently slid out from under his arm and sat up watching …
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This took place a while back, but it still turns me on thinking about it. I was somewhere in my mid to late 20’s, and I really enjoyed exhibitionism and teasing. There’s something about showing off my naked tits and pussy to someone, and acting like I don’t know… that thrill of knowing they are looking, but acting like you don’t know… it’s so fucking hot. Just seeing their reaction, knowing they think they got away with it.. Mmmm. Anyway, a couple of my female friends and I decided to take a girl’s trip to Miami. We were excited to get away, have some drinks, and let loose a bit! My boyfriend at the time really didn’t want me to go without him, but I insisted it was girls only. He’s caught me showing off …
Sarah, who now has a full understanding of what she is and how she became (or was trained) to be a submissive lesbian slut, has decided to visit her cousins house, where Sarah’s world came tumbling down a number of years ago. For the full story, you should read Training Sarah Part One through Four. She arrived on a Saturday afternoon and her cousins were going to be at their mom’s house on Sunday. So Sarah would stay the afternoon and evening with Aunt Judy and visit with her cousins the following day before going back to the city. Upon arriving, Aunt Judy dressed in a light summer skirt and a cotton blouse was taken back by the sexy aura surrounding Sarah, she just seemed to ooze sex from every pore, and it sent a …
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CHAPTER NINE We woke up a bit late the next morning and had to scramble to get the house in order for Kathy’s visit. Anita was acting a bit odd again but at least now I understood why. Still she was a real trooper and between us we got everything in order, even ourselves. I started getting a lunch together while Anita went through the house to insure everything was ready. She even remade the bed when my skills did not meet with her approval. She was not about to let a guest think that she wasn’t a skilled housekeeper. She only let me work at the kitchen because she knew I loved to cook – that and the fact that I owned it. I cut up some vegetables and fruits for a platter, cooked …
This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 9 Harry and Hermione were sat on Harry’s bed in Shell Cottage, in deep discussion about where the final horcrux could be hidden. Over a week had passed since they had rescued Luna and Dean from Malfoy Manor and Harry was starting to become agitated by their lack of progress. ‘Hermione, I’m telling you, I think he would have hid his last horcrux at Hogwart’s,’ insisted Harry for the 5th time as he started to pace the room. ‘It just makes no sense Harry, it would have been far too dangerous for him to leave it there,’ reasoned Hermione. ‘Hermione, you don’t know him like me, he sees Hogwart’s as I do,’ said …
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I OWN YOU NOW I live in a semi-rural area, sort of a suburb of the suburbs, that has a large mixture of forests and fields. There is a large wooded park not far from my home with several miles of groomed trails. During the week there is rarely anyone there so it a great place to go for a jog and get some quiet time. I had just finished running a three mile loop that ended in the parking area. I grabbed a sport drink from my car and walked back along one of the trails to cool down. This part of the park was more groomed than the rest and there were picnic shelters and a couple of buildings. As I walked I could catch glimpses of the restrooms through some shrubs and …
Jessie and Charlie were game for anything, always up for a laugh, up for a good dare, any chance they had to show off, they did. Their boyfriends decided to give them them the opportunity to show themselves off to the upmost. They didn’t tell the girls what they had in mind. One Saturday afternoon, Troy and James picked up the girls and they headed off, on foot. They were taking the bus into the city today, not the cars. They got on, and went to the back of the bus and sat down, with the two girls in the middle. The guys were glad it was a nice hot summers day for what they had in mind. They had what they needed in their backpacks, and wouldn’t give the girls a clue. All the …
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 …
The lake house was breathtaking. As Brian’s sleek black SUV rolled slowly down the long, tree-lined private driveway, Jim stared out the window in quiet awe. The house wasn’t just big – it was a statement. A sprawling three-story modern mansion built directly on the edge of a pristine private lake, with floor-to-ceiling glass walls, multiple wide decks, a large boathouse, and a long wooden dock stretching out over the calm water. Luxury cars and SUVs were already parked along the circular drive. The late afternoon sun reflected off the water, and the distant sound of laughter, music, and clinking glasses drifted through the open windows. It was obvious Brian’s family had serious money. This wasn’t a casual rental – this was the kind of place people with real power and influence gathered for their …
I stepped into the apartment, the door clicking shut behind me with that same soft finality it always had. The living room was dim, lit only by the floor lamp’s warm glow and the blue flicker of the muted TV. The air hit me immediately—her vanilla lotion, mixed with something heavier, muskier, saltier. Sweat. Sex. The faint metallic edge of arousal that made my stomach clench before my brain even caught up. They were right there. Brad was sprawled across our couch like he’d been born on it—legs spread wide, black athletic shorts shoved down just enough to free his cock. Thick. Heavy. Veined. Glistening with her spit. Kristen was on her knees between his thighs, sundress bunched around her hips, black lace thong pulled to the side and soaked through. Her dark hair spilled …
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 …
= I wondered what the fuck the absurdly hot thirty-something blonde was doing, parking a brand-new gold Lamborghini under an overpass in the worst part of town, in one of the worst cities in the country. Maybe one of the worst in the world. She was obviously a rich bitch trophy wife, with thumb-sized jeweled earrings dangling from beneath her long and curly fake honey-colored hair. A gold necklace with a ruby big as a grape dangled down between the fake melon tits in her lowcut black and white mini-dress. Gold rings with large gems adorned half her fingers. Her smooth skin was creamy white, but a small black and white Gucci purse bounced against her fake ‘black girl sized’ ass. With bright red soles, her black and white four-inch pumps were obviously from Louis …
We meet in a bar, you brought a friend. You once told me you wouldn’t meet any more guys from xnxx, but you were curious to see what I was like. No names were given as we sat down, but I knew who you were, the other girl though “prettier” held no appeal to me. I liked your attitude, your aloofness and your seemingly unwillingness to engage me in conversation. Instead you let your friend come on to me, but I had no interest in her at all. We had our 2.5 drinks, your friend suggested dancing. All night long you shut me down whenever I tried to engage you in conversation. Your friend was either a good actress or she wanted me bad, but yet, you were the one that I wanted. Even when …
Valerie’s Party-First Part “Daddy, do I look slutty enough for your friends,” Valerie asked. Her dad approached her, wrapped his arms around her neck, gazed into her eyes, and told her, “Sweetheart, you are absolutely the prettiest little slut any daddy could want for his friends to fuck.” He kissed her deeply, swirling his tongue in her mouth, and she followed suit. They held their loving embrace for several minutes, then her dad said, “Baby, let me go make sure that everything is ready in the other room. Your mom has already gone to sleep so we’ll get started in just a few minutes with your celebration.” She took one last look in the mirror, and ran her fingers through her hair very quickly to ensure that it fell properly. She wanted to look absolutely …
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We rent a hotel room at the beach, and even before we open the door we are all over each other beginning to strip each other. Finally the door is open after struggling to get the key in. We just throw our stuff on the floor and most of our clothes. We share a kiss and strip our way to the bed; all that’s left is her bikini bottoms and my swim trunks. I lay her down never letting her beautiful body go, my lips never leave her skin as she quickly yanks off my trunks smiling, I laugh at her excitement of stripping me, and kiss her for the longest time as she begins to massage my cock. I stop and tell her ” no no baby girl you first.” I kiss her lips …
Stranded Darkness… He could not feel anything, not his feet, arms, even his body. All he could hear was the relaxing waves reaching the sandy beach, the quiet warm breeze and tropical air. Not to worry they said, that storm isnt a threat in any way they said. Well that probably showed them. It was a stormy night at the airport in L.A. The clouds were threatening and dark, the wind blowed furiosly to the south and thunder clapped everywhere. But the flight to New Zealand wasnt canceled due to the storm, the airport manager said not to worry, the Boeing 747 was a strong airplane and could easely bypass those big, thick and ugly rainclouds. The pilots were also as confident as the manager, they walked pass Roger Jackson with a arrogant look upon …
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Laura had long forgotten her hair color, she was bleached blonde now. Forget the cliche’, she just felt that she looked better blonde. She was right. The rest of her taught body was shaved clean so as to complete her transformation. Laura wasn’t what most of society would consider a “good girl”, but she wasn’t a tramp or a slut either. She liked to party, liked to have sex – basically she liked to live life. Lately though, things in Laura’s life were not so much, dull, but more routine. She longed for excitement. A good party, a hot woman in her bed, several 6-pack laden football players would be fine! Laura had her share of sexual exploits over the years. She certainly wasn’t ashamed of her body and would – under the right circumstances …