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The Doctor won't see you now. As waiting room chairs go, I'm sure this was amongst the higher end, but I was uncomfortable nonetheless. Ergonomics weren't the issue though, it was my fidgety angst and general restlessness that made me repeatedly reposition myself. Feeling nervous in the Dental office was a general clich? in itself, but the aetiology of my anxiety, was, at least in my opinion, quite unique in its origin. My teeth were fine. I mean I was due for a check up, which I could have just as easily arranged back home. When I had made this 'urgent' appointment yesterday for dental pain it was a complete fabrication. It would probably serve me right if she found a cavity in need of filling. I had had a couple of fillings over the years, I couldn't remember where and I couldn't tell looking in my own gob. I remember the generation before mine used to have these horrible amalgam things that looked like liquid mercury in your mouth and would set off if you accidentally chewed some alfoil, like the kind of stuff you found on a chewy (gum) wrapper. Mine were 'tooth coloured' for want of a better term, and whilst my diet consisted of far too much coffee, and occasional soft drink (soda), I had teeth that were resistant to caries by and large. One small stroke of luck in the genetic lottery I suppose, which had otherwise been generally unkind to me. A few years back I'd spent a fair bit on what I called catch up cosmetic dentistry. I had my teeth straightened and got some veneers to the front ones. I'd always felt I had a nice smile. In spite of everything I liked to smile a lot. But now I felt I had an aesthetically acceptable one. A pretty smile if I could be so bold as to say. I should have had braces as a teen. I was told I had a small mouth and crowded teeth. My parents couldn't afford it and didn't think it important. For me, at the time, it was low on the list of my priorities of all the things that was wrong with my body, so I just let them be. As it was they weren't ridiculously higgledy piggledy, just a little bit of overlap and certainly not up to Hollywood standard. I suppose it was with some degree of triumph then that I got far enough down my fix list that I could correct my dentition in recent years. All that said I still had to resist the urge to perform an angst driven overzealous tooth brushing session that would have probably got my gums bleeding prior to attending my appointment. I guess that might have created some pathology to find. As it was I still suspected there would be nothing to say. She couldn't even tell me off for not flossing! So why exactly was I seeing the dentist today then, if there was indeed no definitive need? Truthfully this was an 'emergency' dental appointment that was years in the making. A slow inevitability about it. I had agonized over it and postponed it and vacillated over it for year upon year. There were times when I thought it would never happen. Leave the past in the past. Let sleeping dogs lie and all that. As far as she was concerned, as far as the world was concerned, Liam was dead. Let him stay dead. Although I still could. Even if I went through with the appointment. It seemed I could not quash my hearts desire for this interaction, no matter how hard I tried. Yet even though it appeared to be finally happening, I could still very much keep my secrets to myself. There was no possible way she could know, was there? Not after all this time. Not after all that has been done. That slight hint of uncertainty was just a small part of my nerves. So many other reasons. So much turmoil. My mind was awash with a whirlwind of competing thoughts, all vying for the forefront of my consciousness. I felt threateningly overwhelmed. The temptation to up and flee, never to return, was strong. But I'd come all this way for this. The conference was just an excuse to get me in this city. My agenda was to be here for this appointment from the very get go. I had to stay. I had to do this. For it was truly now or never. As a means of distraction I looked at my nails. I wasn't a biter or a chewer so they were in pristine condition. They'd want to be, I'd only had them done yesterday. I'd found a shop in the Canberra Centre shopping mall calling itself 'New York Nails.' It was only a short walk from the conference venue, and after reviewing the program, deciding there was nothing much to interest me for a couple of hours, treating myself to a manicure seemed like a good way to pass the time. It would also serve to contribute to my overall wellbeing in preparation for today. For this moment. It seemed, in Australia at least, nail salons were universal, no matter which city you were in. Scores of petite Asian women speaking to each other loudly in mandarin, occasionally laughing raucously. Once upon a time, paranoid little lamb that I was, I would think they were talking about me, laughing at me. They can tell; I would internalize and fret. But not from my hands they couldn't. Whilst not exactly dainty they were delicate enough. My skin soft and unblemished. Size 7 surgical gloves were amply big. My wrists so slender my own hands could easily encircle them. They most certainly weren't 'man hands.' They were the least of my problems. All this introspective hand gazing had drawn my own attention to my jewelry I studied the rings. I only had two. An Amethyst and diamond studded gold ring on my left middle finger and a Claddagh ring on my right ring finger. The heart was facing outwards, as it had pretty much done for all the years I had it. This indicated that my own heart belonged to no one. I had a strong inkling though that walking into that treatment room today may well make a liar of me. Even if just transiently. Historically perhaps. But I needed to belay those thoughts a little longer. I checked my watch. I was 10 minutes early. Of course she could be behind as well as seemed to be tradition with medical type appointments. So it could be a while yet. My job didn't involve set times and bookings so it was a mystery to me as much as anyone as to where the time goes. I'd spent enough time admiring my freshly painted nails with their 'raisin frost' coloring (whatever the hell that was.) They had done their duty well enough as displacement activity. But I had much more pressing considerations to mull on. Besides my hands weren't going to be subjected to much scrutiny, and would hold up even if they were. As for the rest of me I wasn't so sure. By and large I passed. Occasionally I would wonder if I was getting the 'is she or isn't she?' stares. Eventually you learn to stop caring. Even noticing. It was a work in evolution that took many years. My regression today was only temporary I was sure. I imagined all Caucasian women looked relatively large to these tiny things. I fluctuated off and on between an Australian 12-14 depending on whether I was having a thin or fat day. I think that's the equivalent to 8-10 in the US. So not huge by any stretch, but at 175cm (That's about 5'9" I think), I was taller than average, so I guess I stood out a little. But it was all relative I guess. From what I could remember of her I felt I looked vaguely like my older sister. Except at least a good 10cm taller. I'm sure I was slimmer too, but both of us were regrettably more prone to resemble our father's stout farming lineage than our mother's rakish one. I came to the conclusion, even though I hadn't seen her for years, and had no real intention to, I was much prettier than my sister, regardless of whether it was artificially achieved. Truthfully I always was on the inside. But for the last 15 or so years, the outside too. Frankly I didn't want to spend any more time thinking about her. It wasn't that echo from my past that I was drudging about in today. I had no idea where my sister was or what she was doing. Kicking arses and taking names I imagined. As was her wont. I doubt she ever got her nails done. She just didn't seem the type. Anyway, I don't believe the Asian ladies could tell, just as I'm sure the dental receptionist couldn't. I was just hyperaware and hypersensitive today. I had to be believe my soon to be treating dentist couldn't tell either. I looked like no-one she'd ever met before. In all the years that had elapsed I'd made absolutely certain of that. What I would make of that, what I would do about that, would be entirely up to me. With more time to kill I pondered over my link to this interstate health practitioner. I thought of our mutual acquaintance. The now flimsy connection I had to the dentist I was about to see. The boy we both once knew. The only tentative link between us, lost and severed so very long ago. How would he feel about this meeting? I couldn't even begin to predict. I didn't even know how I felt about this meeting. But it did get me thinking about him. That boy I knew from way way back in time...... ****** Liam was a child of the 70s. He grew up in country Victoria . A large regional centre famous for the gold rush in the 1850s. It was renowned, from a rather Eurocentric point of view, for being the site of Australia's only civil war. A war that only lasted a couple of hours when a group of soldiers overpowered a stockade of armed angry miners and murdered the lot. Someone maybe forgot to mention to historians that the merciless slaughter of the nation's indigenous population was a civil war of sorts, if not specifically genocide, but that's a by the by. Liam was the second child to Irish catholic immigrants. Both school teachers. Both alcoholics. His father overtly. His mother more clandestine. Whilst both parents taught in the state funded non denominational school system, he was to receive a Catholic education. Which is where, and you're probably not surprised, all the trouble had started. Walking distance from their home in East Ballarat there was both the 'Girls only' convent school, Sacred Heart, run by nuns and attended by his older sister; and the primary school attached to the local church, St Alipius, run by priests and 'boys only' by default. St Alipius was a foreboding looking church. Classic blue stone slabs shaping the church and finishing with a grand spire reaching towards the heavens and God himself. It dominated the landscape in the drive into town from the Melbourne direction. The primary school beside it, red brick and unimposing, was dwarfed into insignificance. Liam's time in the classrooms were unmemorable; in the years that followed he couldn't really recall what the interior looked like at all. But then, the bad things didn't happen there. He remembered the 'Sacristy' well enough though. All too well one might say. It was little wing at the back of the church where the priests prepared for Mass. It was dimly lit. It was cold. It was where nightmares became real. It was where fears became flesh. It was their fault, Father Riddick told them. They were dirty disgusting little boys. They were sinners and they were all going to hell. They made the priests do the things to them they did. Because they were the evil spawn of the devil himself. It hurt. What the priests did to them. And what the priests made them do. But you had to let them. It was the only way that you could possibly be saved from eternal damnation. From the fire and the brimstone. It didn't feel right for them to do things to the place where the poo came out. And it certainly didn't feel nice. They were made to touch the priests' private places, with more than just their hands. They were warned about telling anyone, especially their parents, for if they did then their parents would go to Hell too. Liam, quiet, shy and obedient, did not dare tell anyone. None of them did really. Not at the time. None of them dared. They were all too scared. Years later it would all come out of course. First as a seepage, like lime from those bluestone walls that silently witnessed so much horror; before building into a torrent, the echoing screams of the living and the dead. By then though, Father Riddick and his cronies would be no more, and those that so desperately sought their vengeance, would become indiscriminate as to the form it would take, and the direction in which they would send it. Liam kept his silence, but he knew he did not want to be a dirty little boy anymore. He also knew he did not want to go to St Alipius any more. He wanted to go to Sacred Heart with his older sister. He wanted to be a girl. He came to realize before too long that he was, in fact, a girl. There had been a mistake. Perhaps God himself had made it. He wasn't so sure he was infallible now. After all he'd seen and felt first hand what his agents were capable of. He was not Liam. She was Lucy. He wouldn't have to break his promises to the priests, but he could get away from them, if his mummy and daddy realized he was a girl too. So he told them. He was so sure they would agree. See their folly and rectify it. And in no time at all he would be in a school dress and off to Sacred Heart with his sister. And surely soon after that his thingy would fall off, as it did not belong, and no one would call her a him any more. But they did not agree; her parents. His father hit him and threatened to do so repeatedly if he ever mentioned such again, to them or anyone else. He was most certainly not Lucy. He was Liam. And mark my words the living daylights would be beaten out of him if he ever dared suggest otherwise again. So Liam had more secrets to keep. The secrets the priests made him keep. The secrets his parents made him keep. A heavy load for a six year old to bear. Then one day he came. A new priest. A nice priest. He did not seem to be like the others. He did not think these little boys needed to be hurt or punished. He did not tell them they were all going to Hell. He was gentle to them. And he was kind. He never touched them like the others did. But then one night this same priest appeared on Liam's parents' doorstep. Liam was afraid when his parents ushered Father Geoff Bell into the seldom used Living room. Who could know what this nocturnal visitation meant. It boded ominously. He wanted to hear what was said but was ever fearful of being caught, and severely reprimanded. The best Liam could do was steal glances from an inaudible distance, and ponder as to what was being discussed. Hoping for the best. And it has to be said, that in some ways, the best was indeed delivered. For things changed for him that night. Liam never returned to St Alipius primary school again. Within days he was sent to a school on the other side of town, out beyond the city fringe, and far from home. He went there along with a small handful of other St Alipius boys, whose parents had also been visited By Father Bell that night. St Francis Xavier was the name of Liam's new school. Another convent school run by nuns. But this one was co-educational. Boys and girls together. For Liam this seemed like a seismic enough shift to dare to broach the subject yet again. You might think this stupidity. I think it was the na?ve optimism of the very young. If there are already girls at this school, Liam felt need to point out, surely it's neither here nor there if I too am one of them. He was still adamant that if they let him grow his hair, wear the school dress, his boy bits would go away. They simply did not belong. Once again though, it was made abundantly clear by his father he was very much isolated and erroneous in this belief. He smarted for days. Still he did not let it rest. On Lucy's side was the righteous determination of the undoubtedly correct. She knew what she was. Silly adults clearly needed longer to see reason. One day she climbed a tree in the school grounds, of which there were many, and refused to come down. When the nun's gathered in fluster she negotiated her terms. She would come down when they allowed her to be a girl. It was all in the open now. She knew she had breached a decree issued by her parents, but she thought if the nuns rallied to her defence then she would have much more impetus. But the nuns were not the allies she was hoping for. Her father came. All agreed to Lucy's plan to be Lucy until she came down from the tree. Then the deception was apparent. Adults lie. With abandon. She was flogged senseless that night and banned from playing with the girls at St Francis forever more. A rule which the nuns, excuse the pun, religiously enforced. But the boys of the school all knew what she had said. They had all seen and heard it. They wanted nothing to do with Liam after that. Unless an opportunity arose to inflict him with physical harm. And they quite enjoyed doing that. So that became his life. Shunned and bullied by the boys. Banned from the girls. Liam was lonely. But he did not despair. Life was infinitely better than it had been at St Alipius. The school backed on to a, seldom used on school days, golf course. The fairways were lined with large pines that must have made a round some kind of hell for the players but provided Liam ample forest to get lost in of a lunch time. There was a hidden hole in the wire fence he could slip through unseen. No one ever noticed his absence. No one ever cared to. There amongst the pine cones and branches he could disappear into a fantasy world of his own making. Be who he wanted to be. Be who she knew she was. One day though he was unknowingly followed as he slunk deep into the forest. By David. Another boy moved that life changing night away from St Alipius. He cornered Liam and once again Liam felt the all too familiar peril. But David did not hit him. He wanted to know why Liam had said what he had said. About being a girl. Liam did not know how to answer that. The only answer he knew was because it was the truth. This seemed to be enough for David. He was happy for Liam to be Lucy if she wanted to be. And the hideout for one became a hideout for two. A few years passed by like that. At the end of year 3 Liam learnt that his family were leaving Ballarat and heading for the big city of Melbourne. His father had received a promotion in the department of education and Melbourne was required. He was distressed to be taken from David, his only true friend, but he had assurances he could visit and stay on holidays. After leaving Ballarat Liam never saw Father Bell again. To him Liam imagined he was just one of the selection of boys whisked away to safety like thieves in the night. Somewhat faceless with the passing of the years. But to Liam Father Bell was a superhero of sorts. He watched with distant admiration as through the course of their lives Father Bell rose through the ranks of the church. Long after Liam was gone Father Bell would go on to become the third most powerful man in the Catholic church. Meanwhile, upon moving to the city Liam's elder sister was commencing year 7 at a somewhat exclusive Melbourne Private Catholic girls school. He would be entering year 4 at the local co-ed Catholic primary close to their new home. Liam was turning nine now. Older and wiser and now all too fully aware that things were not as simple as popping on a dress and waiting for his dick to fall off. Still, like the time before, it was a completely new start. He'd learnt the hard way not to broach the subject with his father, but still hoped to plead his case to his mother. If I start as a girl at this new school, he reasoned yet again, I could eventually follow my sister to the girls' high school, and if he hid his penis, maybe it would never become an issue. (Whilst he was somewhat more knowledgeable than he had been, he was as yet too young to fully appreciate the horrors of male puberty that awaited him in his future.) His mother was not violent in response to his request. Although one could argue though her reaction was far worse than any from Liam's father. She told him, were he ever to ask again, mention this again, they would return him to the priests. Abandon him to them. With no Father Bell to save him this time. This was the only time in his life with them that Liam's mother acknowledged she knew what had been done to him, yet she used that knowledge to play on his greatest fear. It was effective. Liam never mentioned his desire to be Lucy to them ever again, until the day he exited their life forever. He loved his parents, as any young boy should. He knew now though their love was only conditional. Dependent on him being the boy they demanded he be. He still loved them nonetheless. But he never again trusted them. He did a clever thing though, when he began at a new school, albeit under the sufferance of forced boyhood. He seized the opportunity for a fresh start of sorts. Not the one she'd hoped for of course, but one free of victimisation at least. No one knew of his history. Of his bold declarations made from arboreal heights. He kept it all to himself now. He was the quiet kid. The 'not that good at ball sports' kid. But he wasn't the freak. He was accepted. He made friends. More than one. He liked having friends It was nice. He knew if he mentioned Lucy to them he would lose them. He would carry that knowledge with him into adulthood. Three years of genteel suburban primary school was a nice time for him. He was last picked for schoolyard footy, or cricket, but he didn't mind. At least he was picked. He and his friends would ride their 10 speed racers around the safe middle class suburban streets. Build hideouts in the scrub on the banks of the Yarra. At least in the winter. For it was not a safe place to be in summer when the venomous king browns and tiger snakes came out. But Year 7 arrived and he and his friends filtered off to a large cutthroat regional Catholic boys High school. It was no place for the soft. Or the weak. The different were hunted. Were hounded. Were persecuted. Inability to partake in the custom male sporting arenas was licence to victimization; invitation to further persecution and torment. Any sign of femininity was met with the most amplified intolerance. Liam avoided the 'gay' kids. He, like most, would simply look away as they suffered, glad it was not him tied to the tree and beaten unconscious. Liam learnt the Marist brothers would passively allow it too if it was deemed the recipient was 'a bit of a poofter'. In fact it was almost as if bullying the odd boys was something the Brothers seemed to actively encourage. Yet when Liam's sporting ineptitude was exposed - which it was bound to - he attracted his own persecutors. He did not face them, he did not fight them. He ran from them. By and large they could not catch him. Eventually they stopped trying to. For he was one of the school's cross country and middle distance track stars by then. They left him alone after that. He couldn't kick, he couldn't throw, he couldn't catch; but he sure could run. Thankfully, for Liam, it was enough for them to spare him. A stroke of good news, or at least it so seemed, was the one promise his parents kept. Twice a year Liam would catch a train on the holidays to spend a week with David. It was always a fun and happy time. But as they entered their early teens things changed. Or more particularly David did. One night he climbed into Liam's bed in the room they shared. He wanted to do things to Liam just like the priests had done to them all those years ago. Although Liam loved David he did not want that. He did not want to do that. It reminded Liam far too much of things he wanted to forget. He was also somewhat ashamed that his body was not as he wanted it to be. It was still so wrong. He did not want anybody touching it. He told David no and in the end had to forcibly stop him. At the Age of 14 Liam told his parents he never wanted to stay at David's house again. He never did. More terror and heartache awaited Liam though. And it began about that time. He had seen it all around him but had chosen to ignore it. Perhaps he still believed it wouldn't happen to him. Some residual baseless, fruitless hope. But it came for him eventually. Puberty. If he had hated his body before, this became amplified ten fold. Turning into a man, when you know you aren't meant to be one, is a horror that would be impossible for others to fathom. Every day his body further distorted and deformed into something it just should never had been. The effect was nothing short of profound. For as long as Liam had birthdays in memory; from those days in Ballarat to present; he'd had the same birthday wish. As he blew out the candles, or cut the cake, or whichever. He would close his eyes and hope that when he opened them he would be a girl. Right up to the age of 14 he held that wish. Long after he stopped believing in wishes and miracles or anything of that nature. It was mere fanciful escapism. Common sense told him it would never happen. But his heart still hoped it would. On his 15th birthday however he changed his wish. The ravages of puberty had well and truly taken hold. His body had changed dramatically. And for the first time perhaps, he had cause for enthusiasm. Because his wish was not fantastical or supernatural. It was something very real. Something tangible. It was something he could actually action and effect. As soon as he could work out how. Yes, as Liam blew out the candles on his 15th birthday, he fervently wished with all his heart that he would be dead; before he ever had to blow out birthday candles again. TBC? ****** David died in his 20s. He was involved in male prostitution and drugs. The occurrences at St Alipius in the 70s are well documented on the internet should you choose to go searching. Scores of the abused boys died by their own hand or succumbed to drugs and alcohol. There are survivors of course. Some silently suffering. Some bitter, enraged, vengeful and indiscriminate just as I described. Some just wanted to get on with their lives as they now were, till reminders were splashed all over the papers and occupying the first twenty minutes of the nightly news today. I do not claim to know at all what happened at St Patrick's Cathedral Melbourne in the 1990s. But for any readers who have seen through a thinly veiled name change please be assured that Liam's story is the truth. The man he knew, the priest who saved him, would never have done anything like that of which he is now convicted. I present this information simply as fact. What you choose to do with it is entirely up to you. Make up your own mind by all means. Maybe none of you will even know who or what the hell I'm talking about. And that's fine too. But as St Thomas Moore once said. "Silence gives consent." I choose not to consent in the face of the injustice I perceive. With love Kat.

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Linda have been complaining about her stomach bothering her. Her regular doctor has been out of town. She couldn’t wait till he comes back so she went to see a different doctor. It was a small clinic in downtown, there was a nurse and one doctor. Not many people there today. I took Linda in, we got there late, she was the last person to be seen.I stayed in the waiting room while she went back. She was back there for a long time. I know why too. As I sat there I heard Linda having an orgasm, she...

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Carruthers Bride

The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...

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Motherless Vintage

Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...

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Althea

I should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...

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Motherless Images

Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...

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Motherless Amateur

I always considered Motherless the “4chan” of porn. Not only because Motherless was somewhat popularized there, but because Motherless also encourages users to share their own content in a very open way. This means minimal bullshit like moderation and censorship, and a strong “anything goes” attitude that leads to free and extreme content. It encourages people to create and upload their own homegrown content, like videos of their girlfriend pissing or spycam videos of their cousin....

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Motherless BBW

What is it about Motherless that makes me fucking cum every time? Maybe it is how raw and amateur the porn on the site comes across as, or the content is just that fucking hot. Perhaps it is the fact that there is an astronomical amount of pornography just waiting for a dumb fuck like you to beat off to! I really don’t know, and frankly, I’m not going to pretend that I do.But what I do know is that if you love BBWs, the Motherless.com homepage will not be of much use! Preferably, head on over...

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Motherless Voyeur

Have you ever heard about a website called Motherless? Home to all kinds of kinky porn niches, with a side of the mainstream crap? If you are into some questionable fap content, you might want to check this website out. Plus, Motherless is a free porn website, so you can browse as much as you fucking want. Now, I am not really here to talk about the website in general… I am here to tell you about their amazing category, called voyeur porn.The world of voyeur fucking is a rather interesting one....

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The Doctor Said You Know Your Childern Are Not You

My name is Dave Wilson, I am the owner of a medical equipment and IT company. My company’s key to success is personal attention and service to our customers. My road to success has been long and at times painful.Growing up my Mom died when I was one, and my Dad married the wicked witch of the east, eight months later my stepbrother Mike was born. I’m pretty sure Dad knocked her up and did the honorable thing. My dear Stepmom hated my guts, she would take all my toys and give them to her son...

2 years ago
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Aether Guardians

The Five Kingdoms of Arstoria had been embroiled in the Great Ancient War for centuries. The war came to an end when Kalace, the Wizard King conquered the five lands and brought them under his rule. Kalace, the Wizard King of Arstoria, conquered all of his opponents who were unable to deal with his overpowering magic. When Kalace had united the five kingdoms, he brought peace to the warring kingdoms and was revered and celebrated by his later generation. Kalace, however, had a dark weakness in...

Fantasy
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Motherless Creampie

Woah, did Motherless.com get a facelift? I know I suggested it in my review, so I guess they listened to me! Well, I’m not going to brag too much about it, and instead, I’m going to focus on what I’ve set out to bring you today. We’re looking at an amateur website, and I just know that many of you are begging for amateur creampie content, so that’s what we’re looking at. I know how much you think Motherless can look sickening and pretty gruesome at times, but the creampie content can be quite...

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Motherless Cuckold

No matter what type of porn you may be in the market for, Motherless has an ample supply of it, and cucking is no different. Actually, this might help to explain how you ended up being such a pussy little cuck.The journey that brought you to my website reading cuck porn reviews started in your childhood. A fair portion of my readership is actually motherless. Why, you ask? Your guys' moms chose a life of cucking and riding cock instead of raising you fucks properly.Don't worry, gents. I'm in...

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1 year ago
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Motherless Horror

I browsed the horror stash at Motherless all morning, and now I don’t know if I should jack off or go hide in the closet until the danger has passed. Then again, hiding out might give me the perfect opportunity to rub one out in the peace and safety of the dark. Who knows who—or what—might be peeping in the windows with nefarious intent if I sit at my desk and shake my dick at the screen. Just like when I masturbate at the local Starbucks, I’ve got to be sure to balance the potential pleasure...

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2 years ago
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The Doctor Series 8211 Arshiya Gets Her Full Physical Examination

Authors note: The doctor series is completely based on medical fetish fantasies. We would have different girls with different doctors throughout our series. This is the story of a young girl, Arshiya, and a pervert gynecologist doctor. She visited him for her mandatory , one of her college’s joining formalities. The doctor is a 36-year-old gynecologist originally from India but staying in London for the past 20 years. He is a panel doctor for one of the London based college. He loved his job as...

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The Doctor Series Arshiya Gets Her Full Physical Examination 8211 End

I apologize for the delay in posting the final part of Arshiya’s physical examination. Thank you for all the feedback. I hope you will like this part of the doctor series as well. The doctor placed his hands on both the boobs of Arshiya. He started groping and shaking her tits. In the end, he gave a hard squeeze to both the boobs and pressed her nipples between his thumb and index finger. By the time doctor completed the breast massage, her panty was completely soaked in her cunt juices. The...

1 year ago
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Motherless Incest

Incest porn has been a staple of pornography since the very first incel caveman realized that he couldn’t find fresh pussy out and about. He resorted to sniffing a whiff of his mother’s loincloth when she wasn’t looking, and beating his old cave meat into a leather sock.Now personally I’m not into the whole mommy-son dynamic – I’m a classy guy. But it’s no secret people like to get freaky when the lights go out, and if you’ve got a stiffy in your hand and you’re on Motherless, you gotta go...

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Doctorrsquos diagnosis lsquoGAYrsquo 3

Doctor’s diagnosis ‘GAY’ 3I’m a man in my mid 50’s standing 5’10” at 210 pounds. I’m on a diet and lost 10 pounds last week. My hair is salt & pepper trimmed neatly. My skin is a little tan as I have been going to the pool for exercise. I am still pink at my places of color; lips, finger & toe nails, nipples, dick head and scrotum. I add this because I can see my balls now past my belly.I have a new insurance policy through work, thank you Obama, and am learning to make the best of it....

4 years ago
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Doctorrsquos diagnosis lsquoGAYrsquo 3

Doctor’s diagnosis ‘GAY’ 3I’m a man in my mid 50’s standing 5’10” at 210 pounds. I’m on a diet and lost 10 pounds last week. My hair is salt & pepper trimmed neatly. My skin is a little tan as I have been going to the pool for exercise. I am still pink at my places of color; lips, finger & toe nails, nipples, dick head and scrotum. I add this because I can see my balls now past my belly.I have a new insurance policy through work, thank you Obama, and am learning to make the best of it....

2 years ago
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Robin and the Doctor

Robin and The Doctor       by Abe      Robin stood staring out the window of the maternity ward, watching the huge snowflakes blowing past the window. Already, she had put in three hours of overtime, since the evening shift was so slow getting in. Traffic crawled, when it moved at all. A bus, full of standees, took five minutes to go one block. "Robin, how are you going to get home?" "Oh, Dr. Kreuzer. I can't possibly get home. It takes an hour when the weather is clear. I guess I'll just sleep...

4 years ago
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Doctor Ego

Doctor Ego By ABC de F Part One Chapter One "You're out of your fuckin' mind!" Jimmy shouted. "Yeah, yeah," Dr. Montrose muttered, too busy with prep to pay much attention to the naked man strapped to the table. "How the hell do you think you can get away with this! You can't just kidnap somebody and experiment on them! What's going on in your head, you sick fuck!" The man, who had identified himself to Jimmy as a doctor, was tall and barrel-chested, which gave him an...

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It Began at the Doctors Office

Jack, get ready! The appointment is in ten minutes," Leah called up to her son's room. While Leah waited for her son, she took a look in the mirror. She was critical of herself, but she had to admit that she looked good for 40 years old. She had red hair, a big bright smile, and rosy cheeks dusted with freckles. Her ample breasts created a substantial shelf, and her loose flannel shirt hung down over her small round belly. Her tight jeans hugged and accentuated her toned thighs and butt. "You...

3 years ago
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Doctor enjoyed housewife

Today the incident which I am going to narrate is an experience of a housewife, who visited a middle aged doctor for her ailment. Neha is a lovely looking housewife of 27years having married with Rahul at an early age presently mother of a daughter of 6 years old. Husband is a well settled businessman at the age of 32 but for the business matter is a very frequent traveler. So Neha has learned to perform all types of outdoor works like depositing electricity bills, telephone bills, day to day...

3 years ago
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If youre husband wont satisfy you

I woke up with a jolt, taking a minute to work out where I was. Mark was beside me, snoring, as normal. I looked over at his clock, 7 O’clock. But what woke me, then as I turned on to my back, the warm trickle from my pussy, dripping down as far as my ass, I lowered my hand, my nightdress was pulled up around my waist, touching my bare pussy, it felt warm and puffy. I must have been dreaming, and the dream must have been hot. Leaning over I nudged Mark, he just snored and let out a loud grunt....

2 years ago
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Doctor who Anything for science

“Do you think he knows what wedding nights are for?” Rory asked. “Oh, I’m sure,” Amy said, waving her hand. “He’s spent enough time on Earth, right? He knew about the rest of the wedding.” “Well,” Rory said, biting his lip, as if trying to think of a way to say this tactfully, “he thought he knew about dancing…” “He danced! That was dancing!” Amy laughed. “And this…this ridiculous heart-shaped bed is where I make you Mr. Pond.” “That’s…not how it works,” Rory said, nonetheless...

4 years ago
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Doctor Who The Eleventh Doctor Sex Pollen Part 2

So, right. Normal. Except for the dreams. Now, Amy had always been a woman not afraid of and in charge of her own sexual drive. She was also well aware of the fact that the orgasm that the Doctor wrenched out of her in the hallway was, honestly, definitely in her top five orgasms of all time. (If she was being brutally honest, it was actually in her top two.) So, she'd had plenty of fodder to draw upon in the dark nights aboard the TARDIS after the running for their lives had ended...

2 years ago
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the doctor

I have often wondered about my sexual fascination with my parents, aside from the obvious appeal of something taboo and forbidden. As I was growing up I was happily delighted to start growing breasts and pussy hair at a very young age, I was already a full c cup at the age of 14. I am currently 18 and you could portray me as a voluptuous 36dd pear shaped rosy nipples - 30 waist - 40 inch hips, 5 foot 4 with full curly auburn red hair, with an hourglass figure.Following the agreement my mother...

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THE DOCTOR

I have often wondered about my sexual fascination with my parents, aside from the obvious appeal of something taboo and forbidden. As I was growing up I was happily delighted to start growing breasts and pussy hair at a very young age, I was already a full c cup at the age of 14. I am currently 18 and you could portray me as a voluptuous 36dd pear shaped rosy nipples - 30 waist - 40 inch hips, 5 foot 4 with full curly auburn red hair, with an hourglass figure.Following the agreement my mother...

2 years ago
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Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...

3 years ago
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Didi Ne Doctor Se Chudwaya

Hello,Mera naam Anup hai. Main jada intro nahi dunga aur short me meri real life ghatna bataunga. A meri behan ke bare me hai, uska nam Ulka hai.Ulka muzse 7 saal badi hai, shadi huyi hai aur do ladkiya bhi hai. Shadi se pehle uska ek hi affair tha jiske bare me ghar me pata chala aur uski shadi jald hi mama ke bête se kara di gayi thi. Uska figure kafi achcha hai. Ye tab ki baat hai jab mere chachu expired ho gaye the aur Ulka didi apne pariwar ke sath funeral ke liye aayi thi. Do din rehne ke...

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The Witch Doctor

The Witch Doctor by Rohmer Fan Darryl Rockwood scratched his thickly salt & pepper bearded chin and cut the engine of his rented SUV. The beams flickered off leaving the back of this dive bar hidden mostly in the dark except for a backdoor silhouetted in light, framing his way in. He took a deep breath. The parking lot was full of covered bikes and suped-up 70s gas-guzzlers. He wasn't expecting the Bed, Bath, and Beyond crowd to be waiting for him inside. Rockwood was a hunter,...

3 years ago
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Visit to the Doctor

Debbie was an attractive woman in her mid thirties who had been with the same man for many years. She and her husband had always enjoyed an active sex life, however, she had always felt that her husband lacked passion and excitement. For the most part, Debbie allowed her husband frequent access to her body, allowing him to touch her at will. She enjoyed the attention, however, at certain times of the month she could not bear to be touched by her husband, particularly since he was not the type...

2 years ago
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Miss C takes Mom and I to the Doctors office

Doctor's AppointmentAs most of you know, I serve Miss C, my Mom's former Mistress. Two days ago, Miss C informed me that we were taking a trip to Maryland for the day and that i was to follow a few simple rules. I was to shower in the morning, but do nothing with my hair except brush it dry, not wear make-up and wear the clothes that She would lay out. Naturally, I did as I was told. In the morning, I awoke to Miss C's firm but gentle voice saying "time to wake and get ready... you have a big...

3 years ago
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Yellow Saree Doctor 8211 Part 2

Dear Indian sex stories friends.! Am happy about the feedbacks I received for my first story here “yellow saree doctor”. On your’s push to me am writing this part 2 of what happened btw the doctor and me at our first live conversation. . Let’s get on the drive friends.. as I mentioned in part 1 I said I will be there in clinic in 5 mins and at the step of the door I excused ” hi doctor can I come in.. how are you ! Doctor : yes pls.. hi..so you are **** she smiled and said you look good but...

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injection appointment doctor mf thermometer i

I entered the doctors office with anticipation. The doctor was very handsome and smiled as I came in. "So, Katie, you're here for your immunizations and it says here you're frightened of injections?" "Yes doctor, I'm terrified""Well, no need to worry, I'll be very gentle. Why don't you put down your bag and sit on the table while I prepare your shots."I nervously headed towards the examining table, my heart was racing at the thought of him sticking needles in me and I was very tense.I watched...

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Doctor Doctor

Her slender leg bobbed up and down as Georgia sat in the Doctors waiting room. Charlotte her best friend was sat with her placed a hand on Georgias knee in an attempt to calm her nerves.A few minutes passed when Georgia heard a soft but firm voice call her name, as she stood and to face the direction of the voice she saw a tall medium built man in a lab coat. She instantly felt her legs go weak, but managed to ask if Charlotte could come in too. The Doctor smiled reassuringly and nodded....

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Thea Chapter Four

When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...

3 years ago
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The Doctor

Hi all. This is  writing on the story of a doctor who took care of the itching of a guy, and through it gave him a nice hand job. Your comments and feedback are welcome. It is been just few weeks since I came to this big city. I got a job in the outskirts of this city and I grabbed that opportunity and came here. I needed this job to stand on my own foot and be of fewer burdens to my family. I barely completed my high school when I embarked upon this journey.  Within the past few weeks I got...

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Thea and Sam

“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...

3 years ago
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The GovernorChapter 16 The Arabian Doctor

There was a ceiling, long, white, narrow, and far away; with bright florescent lights. Cecily looked at it. "Where am I?" she mumbled. She was light, floozy, swimming in a bath of warm air and her body was lead. She forced her eyes to open, made them, looked round, but it was hard and it took effort. Every movement was sapping her energy. "What have you done? Where have you brought me?" "You're at the barracks, Cecily," replied an echoey male voice. "We need to talk, but there's...

3 years ago
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Doctor Peters

Doctor Peters IAngela Meyers opened the door to the medical suite. Perspiration made her yellow cotton sun dress cling just under her ‘D’ cup breasts. It wasn’t that hot out. The perspiration was mainly due to nerves. She had not been to see a doctor in nearly two years. When old Dr. Griffin had retired his patients and files had been taken over by a young physician just out of med school. Angela had never met Dr. Cynthia Peters but she had received the letters informing her of the change. Now...

1 year ago
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Motherless

Motherless.com! What an original name for a porn site, don't you think? The title doesn't fuck around: your mother would never allow you to watch the kind of filth they’ve got on tap. They pride themselves on being a moral-free zone for sick fucks, where you can find damn near anything. I’m talking about desperate chicks fucking anything that resembles a dick and crazy bitches literally eating shit. When you’re done fapping to the weird vids, you can even find "normal" porno to pass the time....

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1 year ago
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Motherless Interracial

Ah, motherless, here we are again. A site known for offering such a variety, that no matter how fucked up your needs are, there is a high chance that you will fulfill them here. However, I am not here to blab about the site in general; I am here to talk about one particular category, interracial. As for those who want to know more about the site, there is a whole different review on my website instead.As for those who came here to learn more about that interracial lovemaking, I got your back....

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2 years ago
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The Secret Machine of Doctor Zero

Introduction Steampunk is a genre which came into prominence during the 1980s and early 1990s and incorporates elements of science fiction, fantasy, alternate history, horror, and speculative fiction. It involves a setting wherein steam power is widely used. It can be in an alternate history such as Victorian-era Britain or the "Wild West" in the United States. Another scenario would be in a post-apocalyptic time. The scenario would usually incorporate elements of either science-fiction or...

3 years ago
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Three Square MealsChapter 35 Will the lovely young doctor decide to join them

“So, where do I begin?” John wondered, blowing out the breath he’d been holding. “Why don’t you let me start you off?” Alyssa asked, as she rose and glided down the room to pick up the remote for the holo-projector. She returned to her seat and then pressed a few buttons on the remote, displaying several images in the centre of the table. The girls are all okay with this? John asked Alyssa considerately. Of course, I asked them a few minutes ago, she replied reassuringly. “Thanks, I’ve...

4 years ago
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Doctor Gives Mom Anal Training

Link to the first story: Link to the second story: Hi guys, this is Nosha returning for the final time with another installment of how I witnessed my mother’s indescretions. After accidentally seeing her with Mitra uncle, I had set her up for a gangbang with my driver and his friend Abdul. That had developed into another gangbang at Abdul’s garage the very next morning and I heard even Abdul’s two sons got a healthy share of her. After that morning I had noticed red marks around mom’s...

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