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2003: Matilda Harper sat in her office, drumming her impeccably manicured finger nails on the top of her ultra-neat glass-covered desk. She glared at the telephone as if the instrument had offended her in some way. As far as Matilda was concerned, it had because Rosanna had once again rebuffed her dinner invitation, claiming she had important reports to finish. This excuse was beginning to wear thin and Matilda had slammed down the phone in frustration. She knew that Rosanna was still smarting over her abrupt departure, but it was a trip Matilda had to make—to clear her head. It had not worked as expected as her every waking thought was of Rosanna and their life together. Didn’t Rosanna realize that they needed to talk soon if they were to make any progress? She ignored the fact that Rosanna had wanted to do just that and she had told her that she needed time. Well, Rosanna had nearly slept with her old high school friend. Did she even trust Rosanna? She put her head in her hands and sighed in exasperation. She was so confused about the whole damned situation.

What was it about Rosanna Romero anyway? Surely, Matilda could find another smolderingly gorgeous, Latin woman who made her skin tingle at the slightest touch of her hand or brush of her full, sensuous lips. She opened a drawer in her desk and retrieved a silk handkerchief and dabbed at her brow, cheeks and upper lip. She got up, crossed to the window and switched on the air conditioner, turning it up to the frigid setting. That was much better. Such was the effect that Rosanna had on her and there seemed to be nothing she could do about it. Matilda began pacing her spacious office, her low heels sinking into the plush carpeting. Why couldn’t she simply cut Rosanna loose? She knew the answer. Rosanna was hers now and she would not give her up without a fight. She knew that Rosanna found her sexually attractive, but Rosanna had never told her she loved her. Of course, Matilda had not uttered those words either. There was definitely a power struggle going on between them. Matilda had fought long and hard to gain what power and control she felt she now possessed and Rosanna was a part of that never-ending quest.

Matilda did not harbor any ill-will towards Solace, but she believed that she was a better life-mate for Rosanna because she could see. There were obvious, visual activities that she and Rosanna could share that Rosanna and Solace would never be able to enjoy. She winced at this as it sounded cold and unfeeling when thrust under the glaring light of reflection, but it was the truth, nonetheless.

It had been a month since she had seen or spoken to Rosanna, and she was beginning to genuinely miss her company—not to mention Rosanna’s other talents. Rosanna possessed a wit that beguiled and challenged Matilda in a way no other lover had.

The phone jolted Matilda out of her musings. She snatched up the receiver, hoping briefly it might be Rosanna. It couldn’t be, she had just hung up on her only a short time ago. She glanced at her watch, an hour had passed. Upon hearing the enticing timbre of Rosanna’s voice, Matilda’s heart-rate sped up and she sat down in her visitor’s chair. Get a hold of yourself, woman, she chided herself.

“Mattie?” Rosanna asked, her mouth dry with nerves.

“Rosanna?” Matilda answered in what sounded to her like a voice riddled with insecurity.

“Would you like to have dinner with me on Friday night?”

Had Matilda heard correctly? “I…uh… Let me check my calendar.” She held the phone away from her mouth for a few seconds as if checking her omni-present date book. This would have been impossible from this position as it was in her desk drawer and Matilda was rooted to her seat, holding the handset in a death-grip.

“Uhm…I think I can do that.” Her voice cracked slightly and she cleared her throat.”

“Great. We’ll go to Fresh Basil’s. I don’t think I want to do La Contessa’s again. Is that all right?”

“Sure. I think that’s probably wise.”

“Okay, then, I’ll pick you up there and we’ll just walk down.”

Finding a shred of dignity, Matilda said, “We have to talk.”

“I know. We will. I’ll see you on Friday.” With those words, Rosanna hung up.

Matilda sat there for several minutes and then a slow smile made it’s way across her face. What had happened to her playing hard to get and being the one in charge? Who cared? In Matilda’s mind, she still had won as it was obvious that Rosanna wanted…needed to see her as well. Of course, Rosanna might… No, that was not a possibility.

2002

The crisp April air blew through Rosanna’s hair, chilling her slightly but making her feel refreshed and rejuvenated as she sped down Fifth Avenue on her racing bike. Although the day was bright with sunshine, she was glad she had worn her Getting Started With jacket, it was lightweight yet warm. The sidewalk was dotted with Saturday strollers and parents pushing baby strollers. The steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art were strewn with visitors in spite of the brisk wind. Both native New Yorkers and tourists steadfastly held to the notion that spring was here and they should be out in droves. They would enjoy the relatively warm day, at least the temperature was in the low fifties as opposed to the blustery thirties and forties.

The huge, colorful banner advertising the exhibit of African-American prints from 1929 to 1945 caught Rosanna’s eye and she slowed her furious pumping to read the information. She enjoyed experiencing artwork from all cultures and was pleased that the museum would be hosting this particular collection as it was unfamiliar to her. Rosanna came to a stop, removed her headphones and sunglasses, reached into her fanny pack and extracted her mini-disk recorder. Bike riding provided the opportunity for her to clear her mind while conditioning her body, but she did not want to clear out the fact that she wanted to see this exhibit. She did not always find herself pedaling down Fifth Avenue, so she took the unexpected viewing of the banner as a good sign. Wistfully, she wished that Solace could share this activity with her. She had not even thought to ask Solace if she rode a bike. But, of course, that would be ridiculous. Wouldn’t it? She made a point to ask her. However, if Solace did admit to indulging in that dangerous pastime (especially in New York City), then Rosanna would have to run straight to her doctor’s office for a prescription for high blood pressure medication because she would surely be a nervous wreck from that moment on. Maybe she would shelve that conversation for now. Concluding her memo, she returned her mini-disk to her bag. She stood there, taking in the majesty of the museum and pondered the treasures within. How could she and Solace share this pastime? Would Solace be able to see the artwork, prints, statuary and other object d’art? How was it that they had known each other for four years and had never discussed the issue? They enjoyed lengthy discourses on many topics, had even shared some heated disagreements, which had somehow often wound up in the bedroom. Rosanna smiled at this thought. The subject of art had never come up. Rosanna supposed it was just one more area about which she was too embarrassed to inquire. In any event, she would go to this exhibit. She hopped on her bike and sped off.

Matilda Harper sat on a folded plastic bag on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art watching the passing hordes. She had decided to take a well-needed break from her hectic day at the law office. Her position as an Executive Legal Secretary kept her on a tight-wire. The money and perks were excellent but the hours were brutal. She could barely adhere to a decent lunch hour so she grabbed snatches of breaks whenever she could decently get away without raising too many eyebrows. She pulled her blazer tighter around her slim form as the wind whipped thr
ough her sleek, blond hair. As she reached up to brush her hair out of her eyes, she noticed a well-muscled figure brake their bike, pull out what looked like a small recorder and begin speaking into it. Matilda’s eyes narrowed as she took in the woman’s physique. As Matilda wore sunglasses, she did not believe the other woman could see her blatant ogling. Her eyes moved from the top of shiny, black tresses to the tip of top-brand sneakers—and all points in between. What portion of the woman’s skin Matilda could see was a smooth, milk-chocolate color and when the woman removed her own shades, Matilda caught sight of the most beautiful face she had ever seen. All-in-all, the woman was positively stunning. Matilda was taken aback by her visceral reaction as she considered herself quite reserved and conservative by today’s standards.

She watched as the woman got back on her bike and rode off, noting the Getting Started With logo on the back of her red and black jacket. She tried to clear her mind, but the vision of the stranger, gazing at the museum, looking so incredibly sexy would not dissipate.

Matilda’s thoughts turned to her on-again, off-again relationship with L. D. Currently, they were semi-on, which meant they occasionally had dinner together and shared what they referred to as a “session”, but were free to see other people as long as they practiced safe-sex. It was an arrangement that seemed to suit them as they felt that neither was ready for a committed relationship. Matilda glanced at her watch and realized that she had taken a longer break than was planned. She stood hurriedly, collected her belongings and headed back to her office, a secret, sad smile on her lovely face. Would she ever see the beautiful stranger again? She supposed that there was a slim chance as New York City was not as large as it might seem. Her mind’s eye flashed back to the Getting Started With logo on the woman’s jacket. Was that a company? She would do a little searching. She would also make it her business to visit the museum a bit more often.

The following Saturday morning found Solace visiting her family and Rosanna standing on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. She ran up the steps and through the entrance. She deliberately carried her few items in a small leather pouch, as she was aware that security would be tight and backpacks were discouraged. She walked to the information desk, collected a brochure for the exhibit and made her way through the myriad corridors to her desired goal. She was fascinated by the prints, which were both in bold colors as well as black and white. She wondered at an artist’s decision to create what might be called stereotypical characters. She was so engrossed with the fine artwork she barely noticed the time. Her knee let her know. It never ceased to amaze her that she could cycle for lengthy periods of time, but standing too long would cause her excruciating pane in her right knee. She had arrived at the museum at eleven o’clock and it was now one. She wandered from room to room one last time (working out the stiffness in her knee), and decided to purchase the book, which contained all of the pictures of the exhibit. She had been powerfully affected. The art had evoked feelings of tenderness as well as great anger, and she wanted a memento.

She left the exhibit, found an information desk and asked where she might find the gift shop. Rosanna weaved through the boisterous crowds, her short boot heels rapping purposefully on the polished floor. She located the gift shop, which was also surprisingly jammed. “Tourists”, she grumbled as she stood in the entrance, taking in the store. Spotting the book, she strode toward the shelf with single-minded determination. She reached for the book and collided with a woman reaching for the same item at the same time. Their arms became entangled and Rosanna landed on the woman’s right foot.

“Ouch!” The woman shrieked.

“I’m so sorry,” Rosanna stammered as she disengaged herself from a slim, blond woman of approximately the same height as herself, “I wasn’t paying attention. The exhibit was so intense and I was so intent on getting the book that I—“

“I know. You didn’t see me,” finished the other woman, rubbing her foot through her shoe. Without thinking, she leaned on Rosanna’s shoulder.

Rosanna stood there motionless. What could she say or do? She had stomped on the poor woman’s foot. The least she could do was allow her to lean on her shoulder for a bit. She finally said, “Are you all right?”

Matilda looked up quickly, her breath catching in her throat and she froze.

“I’m…uh…I’m….okay. Thank you,” Matilda said as she realized on whom her hand rested. She knew she ought to remove it, but it seemed glued to the spot. For this particular shoulder belonged to HER cyclist. Their eyes locked and Rosanna smiled, as did Matilda. She felt like a character in one of those trashy romance novels who swoons when she meets Mr. or Ms. Right.

“Can I at least pay for the book or something?” Rosanna asked sheepishly.

“Uh…no… That’s all right.” Matilda reluctantly removed her hand from Rosanna’s shoulder, straightened her skirt and tried to compose herself. Believing that she would not be offered another chance to spot this woman, she took a bold stance and blurted,, “If you really want to make sure I’m okay, you can invite me for coffee.”

Rosanna raised an eyebrow at this obvious flirtatious invitation. She knew she hadn’t hurt the woman severely, but she decided to be just a bit wicked.

“I could do that, but I could also take you to an emergency room to make sure your foot is all right,” she said with mock seriousness.

“No… I mean, my foot is fine. Thank you,” said Matilda as she grabbed two copies of the book and handed one to Rosanna.

“Thank you,” said Rosanna in her most sultry tone. Wait until she told Solace about this little incident. But should she tell Solace? After all, she was flirting with quite an attractive woman. Solace was fairly casual about their relationship, but she might be pushing it with this one.

“You’re welcome.” Matilda saw the change come over Rosanna’s face and felt disappointment spreading like a weed through her system. She turned and walked to the cashier,, Rosanna followed. They paid for their purchases and left the museum.

Outside on the steps, they faced each other, taking in the other woman’s style of dress, hair color, eye color and myriad details. Matilda said, “You’re right, though. The exhibit was exquisite…the colors, the subjects, the emotion…”.

“Yes, it was very powerful. I’m really sorry, though, that I smashed your foot,” Rosanna began. “Maybe I can buy you that coffee.” It was, after all, only coffee.

“Is it going to be a problem for you?” asked Matilda holding her breath.

Rosanna rolled the question around in her mind and finally said, “No. It’s not a problem. But what’s your name?”

“Matilda Harper and yours?”

“Rosanna Romero.” She would simply tell Solace that she was meeting a friend for lunch. Certainly there was nothing wrong with that. They made plans to meet and walked away in opposite directions. As they walked, each turned and caught the other watching them. Both women blushed and turned quickly away.

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I see her across the bar. Dressed to kill in a blue skirt with a white blouse. Its clear to me she is not wearing a bra but some sort of sexy camisole under it. Her hair is short which attracts my attention the most, and her smile is beautiful. Men are showing her their attention, as she hasn’t bought a drink tonight. I think to myself which one of them will be the lucky guy tonight? What would I need to do to be the lucky guy himself? I watch as she moves off the stool and moves to the dance...

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The Interview

I've had a few kinky adventures in my time, I once went for an interview which was arranged through a friend of ours. It was for a small firm and the job I was applying for was supervisor. I was really fed up with the job I was in so I wanted to make an impression. Our friend had told me that the manager of this little company fancied himself as a lady’s man, and if I wore the right type of clothes, the job would probably be mine. He had a little office just off the M61, about 18 miles from...

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Hunger

Looking online again trying to find something that i like to quench the hunger i feel, the never ending desire. I realize nothing here will be able to do that. What i want cant just be watched, what i hunger for is the experience. I can watch all i want, I can cum all i want to them but its hollow it'll make me content for a while, but ultimately i'll become horny again wanting relief. I decide to take my chance on you, i'm not one to do something like this, but im excited i've never done...

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College experience

I was starting my second year in college. The first year has been hard for me in terms of commuting every day. Long boring hours on the trains drove me mad. I'm a girl who can't stay in one place for too long, so the long journeys were a killer. Luckily this year, my sister's colleague offered me a room in her house for one semester. Her name was Ciara, she was 31, short red hair, quite good looking but not to most men. She was married to Charlie. The first time I saw Charlie was the first day...

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After hours in the office

It's late one evening at work and everyone has left for the day. You decide to stay a little longer. Your radio is playing soft music. You begin to relax and take a break for only a moment. Sitting back in your chair with your eyes closed you suddenly realize that I have come up behind you. With my fingers...I massage your temples, slowly gliding them down your neck, to your strong shoulders......I stroke them firmly....working my way down to your chest. This massage would be much better...

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Friends Wife Andrea chapter 1

I had been friends with Gareth for about 4 years, he was a builder and I was a painter so we shared work and became good friends over time. He was married to Andrea, a bbw with long dark hair and a pretty face, I had always liked a big girl.I did a lot of painting in their house and was often alone with Andrea and over time we chatted loads and became friends also.Gareth was unhappy in his marriage and although they put up with each other because they had 2 young c***dren, their marriage had...

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Sweet Catherine

Len was a happy, easy going man in his early forties. He worked hard and provided well for his wife. His marriage of six years had settled into a pattern of work, socializing with a steady circle of friends, and predictable, although quite satisfying, sex. A recent move to a different part of town had promised to stir things up a bit though, and it wasn’t a bad thing, he reasoned; Perhaps life has become just a little too settled. The move had been suggested by his wife, Catherine, who he sat...

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The Pool GirlChapter 54

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!?” “Sitting,” I said. It had been a week since I’d gotten back from my trip. The result had been a string of meetings with lawyers. I was now in the community hall and meeting place of the homeowner’s association while my neighbor Fred Benson, president of the HOA, yelled a question at me. Melissa and Lavi flanked me in fold out metal chairs, each crossing their legs. Lavi had gone for white pants and a grey fleece top that covered her arms but not midriff....

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The Trip part 4

The next day Joe told me to take it easy as I had a busy night ahead of me, so we lazed around the cabin, I cooked breakfast and lunch for Joe and Chris and spent the day tidying up and making sure the place was as good as it could be, I snuggled up with Chris on the sofa all afternoon as we watched bad movies and took the mickey of them, it was the closest it had come to being a holiday since we had arrived.I cooked the guys a couple of steaks for dinner and as I started the washing up, Joe...

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My wife and 3 guys

I love my wife. She loves me, but she also really loves sex! As a result I've enjoyed letting her have sex with other men. Quite a few men, well if I'm honest, fucking loads of men! Some of them are now regulars and have made good use of my wife's wet and well fucked pussy. One of them, I'll call him Tom, text her to say he wanted to come and give her a fucking because he was feeling really horny. As I was at work she text me to see if this was ok with me, see she loves me and doesn't want to...

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Serving Lady Vulbia

SERVING LADY VULBIA                I arrived at Lady Vulbia’s house right on time, full of nervous expectations.  She had asked me to come over after work, to help Her celebrate.  Although Lady Vulbia did not tell me what She wanted to celebrate, I was sure it was in honour of my One-year anniversary serving this superior Woman. I had known Her for about 5 years, prior to that.  I was a 35-year-old account executive, and she was the only Female customer I had on my list. I always enjoyed...

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Hanumangarh Ki Married Wife Mili Part 8211 31

Reena ki friend nisha ki raat bhar khoob chudai huyi.Usko alag alag style mein chudai ki.Nisha aur reena ne chudai ka maza liya.Fir wo dono so gaye. Subah kareeb 4 bje meri neend khuli.Wo dono ekdum nangi hi soi hui thi.Maine dekha ki nisha ki mast gaand meri taraf thi.Mera lund ab khada ho gya.Main ab uske pichhe let gya.Maine lund ko uski gaand mein daal diya.Main us se chipak gya.Maine usko bahon mein bhar liya.Mere ek hath se uske boob maslne lga.Main shot maar raha tha. Nisha gahari neend...

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WWE

April 9th 2018 RAW - live from New Orleans The night after Wrestlmania. I'm coming up to twenty years in this business. I've seen a lot of changes in my time. I've seen faces come and go, legends made, potential talent leave. Backstage at thse events is rarely seen, we dont like the cameras being out here. Vince and hunter sit in front of a few moniters, both not usually on the week in week out RAW team. However being the biggest Raw of the calender there presence is neccesary. I have no idea...

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Night of Many Firsts Part 3

Night of Many Firsts 3Don Abdul ©Eddie is still caressing her tits, and rubbing his way up and down her torso when he feels her gentle movement, as she sways her hips opening up her ass to take in more of his cock. When he reaches in between her legs and rubs her clit, her rhythm changes and he begins to fuck her ass more actively. They continue to move together in blissful harmony and in enjoyment of their shared anal dance. The thought, and the pleasure of his cock live and breathing deep...

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The Panty Cummer

Hi my name is Daniel, I am 5'7 tall, black hair, slim and muscular build. I been tasked to sort out a garden that had become over grown. The first day me and Alex was there but after that it was just me on my own. The lady who asked us to carry out the work was called Julie and she had daughter who not long turned 18 called Suzie. The first day was very hot so me and Alex had stripped off to our shorts. I noticed someone peaking at us from behind a bedroom curtain. I didn't say anything to...

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Weekend cottage with friends Pt 1 Dinner Party

There’s a bit of an introduction but it helps with this and the other parts of the story. We’d known Sam and Anna for years and had occasional sexy dalliances when we lived nearer each other, but my job took us 200 miles away and we subsequently rarely met up. This weekend however we’d arranged to meet halfway, to rent a cottage and catch up on the past. They’d asked if they could bring along another couple of ‘sexy friends’, as Anna described them, to which we readily agreed. I was delayed...

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A Quickie At The Zoo

“Can I have the last sip?” Aubrey asked, looking up at me with her big blue eyes and a smile that could have convinced me to do anything. Treason, murder, convert to Scientology, literally anything.“Of course,” I said, handing her the blue slushie we’d been sharing. She took it and wrapped her lips around the straw to suck out the last few slurps of sugary blue deliciousness. That alone shouldn’t have been enough to rile me up, but I knew what her mouth could do and a majority of our...

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Parents Again Part 1

Two families on two coasts, tied together through years of friendship and understanding. They each had money, but also had something in common: neither could conceive children. One was a transgender couple, the other saw the husband losing his testicles due to cancer. Jaimie Samuels was transgender and happy to be so. She lost her testicles when she was 12, the result of an attack on her by a badly abused boy who feared his father's wrath more than going to jail. She forgave him and...

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Sick sex Horny

Even though Jenny could not say a word, I knew, from the moment my mother brought her to our home, that she and I would have a very special friendship. Mother brought Jenny to look after the house and me and Amber because she worked days and, since our father died, she didn't want to be alone at night. Jenny was beautiful, with long, brown hair and big, sparkling brown eyes that, from the way they first looked at me, conveyed that she felt something for me. I was a teenager then. Brimming with...

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Afternoon Delight

It’s 10 o’clock; I have two hours to prepare my little surprise for Noah. He is always home around noon for lunch and today he’s in for a nice afternoon. I want to show him how much I love him and desire him. This little encounter today will be all about his pleasure and desires. I start by putting some clean crisp white sheets on the bed, and place a few candles around the bedroom. Even though it’s during the day, I draw the blinds and curtains to give the room the romantic feel I am looking...

Oral Sex
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That One day On Summer Camp Part 2

I sat on the bench for a few minutes. I couldn't believe what had happened. Stacey, the incredibly hot camp counselor, had just given me my first ever blowjob. It was the best feeling I have ever experienced. I watched Stacey walk away down the path back to camp. I stood, pulled my shorts back up and followed her. I caught up with her and we walked back to camp in silence. Eventually, we reached camp and she turned and looked at me. "Come to my cabin tomorrow after breakfast," she said. I...

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SissyWorld 3

Billy rode in the front seat of the car, staring out the window, and watching the world go by. His mind swam and his body already hurt, but he knew better than to protest his pain to his Husband. If he did, he would be punished with a Bare ASS Spanking and he didn't want that. He stood at 5'6 and weighed maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet, but he doubted it. However, what little weight he did have, he made up for in curves. He had ass length dark green hair that had been permenately...

2 years ago
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Deputy PorterChapter 174

The auction was cash only. Not only that you had to clear the locker out by end of day. I had a young man, who had helped me before, with his truck standing by. I was going to call him if I won a locker. He could at least carry the crap to the dump for me. I would pay him of course. I expected I could make a deal with Brit. In exchange for babysitting, Jeremy he would let the kid drink some beer on the pub. Jeremy and I left county seat the following sat morning at 9AM. The auction started...

2 years ago
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Double or NothingChapter 6

Amanda squirmed in her bonds, trying to get free. The young blonde was lying on the bed nude, her wrists locked in leather cuffs behind back and her ankles cuffed to the foot of the bed. A red leather collar was encircled her neck and a stout chain ran from it to the head of the bed, effectively pinning her there. She could put her wrists to one side of her or the other, but that was about it. She couldn't even look to see her cuffed wrists in the position she was in. The penis-shaped gag...

1 year ago
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Daddys New Girl Part 6

Still laughing on our way to the bedroom about the plight of our ‘guest’ for the evening we began to get ready for bed. Stephie thought she would just pop on a new nightie and hop into bed. I had different plans. I was hornier than a ten dick tomcat. All the punishment going around all night, and no release was driving me insane. ‘Princess?’ ‘Yes, Daddy.’ ‘What do you think you’re doing in bed already?’ ‘I dunno, why?’ ‘I think you need to go to the guest bathroom and cleanse yourself,...

2 years ago
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Motherinlaw and I Fall in Love part 2

As Linda drove, I slid over closer to her noticing that she wasn't sitting on her dress tail, with her pussy on full display. When I got next to her, I rubbed my hand around her landing strip of hair for a bit then slid my hand down to her pussy lips and rubbed up and down, smirring the cum around on them as it was leaking out of her pussy."Ben, what are you doing, besides making it hard to drive." in an excided voice."You might say that I'm trying to keep your seat from getting socked with cum...

2 years ago
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DilemmaChapter 6

I don't know whose will it was, but we were married two months later in the Southwestern Chapel, a Gothic oddity in the middle of Central Texas in Georgetown. The wedding was perfect, everyone cried, every one danced and only a few of my old friends got drunk. Although people made an effort not to let me hear Lorelei's name, I heard people talk about her several times, and it had no effect at all! It was a GREAT day. The night was even better... if I'd ever had any reservation about...

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