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2 years ago

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Artistic Freedom

"A private session? Private, as in--""One-on-one," Professor Williams said, leading the way into the university's atelier-and-drawing-studio multipurpose room. It was somewhat hidden in the back, behind many corridors and rooms full of workbenches, supply shelves and closets, arts projects, sculptures, busts, installations and paintings stacked upon paintings. Normally the halls were full of activity, but it was Friday evening just after 10 and everyone except Professor Williams seemed to have...

4 years ago

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Artistic Licence

My name is Calvin Sears, and I'm an artist. At least, that's what I wanted to be. Growing up, I loved all forms of art, so I went to college and got myself an art degree. I knew it would be tough to make a living with my art, but I always figured I'd be the exception. That was over 7 years ago, and the closest I've come to being a professional artist was a showing at a small local gallery, and being asked to draw the back cover illustrations of an awful children's book. I'm now working a...

2 years ago

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Artistic sex is hot

Sucking on a pencil, she made her way over to Paul’s, her sexy Art teacher, desk. She leaned down and put her elbows on the varnished wooden table. “Why must you always come up with such ah-nnoying themes?!” she whined and pouted. Okay, so she was milking it a bit, but whatever. She knew she’s hot and she wanted him to know too. Besides, all guys love it when you try to be a little cuter. Paul gave her one of his usual sexy smiles that always sent her stomach and heart beating and...

2 years ago

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Brushstrokes

"Hey Todd, wanna grab a drink?" said his coworker Damion as he approached his desk. "Dumond and I are going bar hopping." He gave a small apologetic smile. "Sorry, I have something at home. Need to take care of something." Damion let out a sigh of disappointment. "It's okay, I understand. How about this Sunday?" "Sure," Todd said. "The normal place?" "You know it!" Damion grinned as he left, leaving him the only person still in his cubicle. Slamming his face on his desk, Todd sighed...

4 years ago

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Brushstrokes

Brushstrokes By Katharine Sexkitten The wisest human I've ever known explained it to me. Life, he said, was a painting. Each new experience, each new adventure, each new day, was a color, applied to the canvas. Some were barely there, whisper-thin, hardly noticed, applied by the Master with a deft and light hand. Almost invisible. Others were striking, important, broad and dark and heavy. It was the accumulation of all of it that creates our masterpiece. Life was...

3 years ago

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Fifty Strokes

Tracy Holmes stood paralyzed in the prisoner's dock, shocked into complete silence. She had heard the judge, in his slightly accented English, pronounce his decision:"Fifty strokes with the number 2 cane. Bailiffs! Take the prisoner down to the punishment room - I expect that room two will be free again now - and will the next officer available please administer the punishment directly. Miss Holmes, I trust this will teach you to obey the laws of our country. Assuming that it will, I am...

1 year ago

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Family Strokes

FamilyStrokes! Staged taboo porn or family sex has seen a massive spike in popularity over the past few years. More specifically, faux incest porn has become one of the most commonplace genres in the adult industry. What started as a small, niche market kink has quickly skyrocketed in demand to become as popular as any other genre in the mainstream porn market.Thanks to sites like Family Strokes, Dad Crush, Sis Loves Me, Bratty Sis, and Step Siblings Caught, every dirty old pervert who has ever...

3 years ago

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Five Strokes

One night, after a very long day of work and ridiculous traffic, I finally make it home. Pulling up to my driveway, I work to strip my mind of this entire horrible day. I feel dirty from dealing with a demanding boss, incorrigible clients, and incompetent co-workers. I notice as I come in the door all the lights are out, but your car is home. “Strange,” I think. Walking into the house, I notice my two favorite scents: chamomile and lavender. The smell is intoxicating and fills my senses. I...

3 years ago

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Different Strokes

My Aunt is lying on the sun lounger naked her full firm breasts and nipples have my teenage cock rock hard. I stay in the pool too embarrassed to get out with my hard on. My step mother is naked except for a pair of stilettos joins her sister on the other sun lounger. A few empty wine bottles are on the table.I watch from an upstairs window enjoying the view. My dad is a big man, muscular, dominant, the alpha male, in charge, as my uncle finds himself beaten in to submission, handcuffed, and...

4 years ago

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Artist finds a Model

Mr Jackson was an artist who did work for many wealthy people. He did paintings and sculpturing for a rich f****y in Scotland. They were all redheads. He particularly liked looking at the 20 year old daughter Megan. She had fiery red hair with pale freckled skin, nice shapely breasts, butt, and legs. Megan’s nose was pointed a bit upward giving her a semblance of being snobby while wearing prim and proper attire such as a collared shirt with a sweater on top of that, a skirt, opaque stockings...

2 years ago

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Artist finds a Model

Mr Jackson was an artist who did work for many wealthy people. He did paintings and sculpturing for a rich family in Scotland. They were all redheads. He particularly liked looking at the 20 year old daughter Megan. She had fiery red hair with pale freckled skin, nice shapely breasts, butt, and legs. Megan's nose was pointed a bit upward giving her a semblance of being snobby while wearing prim and proper attire such as a collared shirt with a sweater on top of that, a skirt, opaque...

3 years ago

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Artist in Residence

Artist in residence By bojok71 Authors' notes: this story was written for a friend of mine. It's basically a family wanting daughter transition story. That said it's unique! It's not as sexual as my other works (as someone who was sexually abused, I will not write about child sex in any form). The story also relies heavily on dialogue. As it is written in first person, a description of the actual transition is given at the end. NO PEAKING! It's also non Stepford. While I have...

3 years ago

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Artist Chapter 1

I can almost feel her pencil on the back of my neck as I watch her draw. The artist. I don't know her name. She's down here in the park nearly every lunchtime, drawing intently as I watch. I nibble quietly on my salad, slowly letting myself relax after a morning of petty slights at work. "Get us some coffee, Jane." "Jane, this needs to be copied before the client gets here." "Hey, looking good today, Jane, got a special date tonight?" Even the guys who know I'm married leer at me. I don't know...

2 years ago

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Different Strokes

You reminded me when you wrote of the first time I stroked you to climax. It had to have been just a few months after we first got together, my second year of college. We had been on the long bus ride back from my home, visiting my parents on that weekend, a tiresome wasted Sunday afternoon of travel. I was going to stay with you that night before heading back to my dorm Monday morning to get ready for classes.I had been daydreaming during the bus ride about your penis while you dozed or read...

2 years ago

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10 strokes

Silken blindfold covering my eyes. Wrists grasped and bound tightly. I know the marks the twisted hemp will leave on my skin. A firm hand turning me, pushing me face down across the bed, arms pulled out in front as the rope is secured to the wrought iron swirls of the bed. There is enough length that my feet still touch the floor on the other side, just, balancing on the high heels of my shoes.I hear your soft tread as you move around the bed, hands stroking silk covered calves and thighs. One...

2 years ago

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Artist Chapter 3

"Ah, here you are, Jane, I've been looking for you for weeks!" I looked up to see the strawberry blonde from the park. The park I had been avoiding for two weeks. The girl I'd been avoiding. Her smile was mysterious, like the Mona Lisa's. Her accent was impossible to place, sort of French with a little British and maybe a little Swedish intonation. She smelled of fresh cut grass and flowers. "You don't like the other part of the park any more?" I blushed crimson. I'd felt too guilty to go...

2 years ago

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Artist Chapter 2

I stare at her, shocked. "What ... what nude of me?" Her grin widens into a full-fledged smile. "Well, I guess you'll have to model for me so I can draw one." She reaches over to stroke my neck again. My nipples are tingling, my skin is all gooseflesh. She leans in for another soft, soft kiss, gently tugging at my nipple through the silk. Her eyes are full of mischief. My hand slips from her neck, "accidentally" brushing the nipple that is showing through the thin cardigan. She closes her eyes...

4 years ago

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Artists Rendition

Artist's Rendition By Karen Flynn - [email protected] Chapter 1: The Artist He was sitting over at the raised tables. I noticed that he kept looking at me and then back at the pad of paper he was working on. I wondered whether he was writing or drawing and why he kept looking at me. Eventually I could stand it no longer and had to go see what he was doing. The Courtyard is an outdoor bar with a raised area at both ends and a large central patio that also serves as a dance...

4 years ago

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Artist has a test for his muse

The night before your phone rings you answered and walked into the other room. When you return you have a wicked smile curving your lips. Tilting my head I say to you could not have been that good baby you only gone a few minutes.Your body slips back into the bed which moments before had been a lustful torrent. Curling up to me your arm slips across me. Your lips whisper to me my muse you trust me no matter what. Of course My Artist have I given you cause to think I do not? No never but...

1 year ago

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Family strokes

My fuck buddy had gone off to work early."Stay in bed for as long as you like I should be home about 1pm." Being a Saturday morning I didn't have to be at work so I slept in. About 9am I got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom down the hall to the kitchen. Alicia's apartment is 2 big bedrooms with big living spaces and a chef's kitchen. She loves to cook. I sat outside on the deck enjoying the view while I nibbled at my breakfast. I heard running water, possibly a shower, must be next door...

3 years ago

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Different Strokes

My step sister is bending over the breakfast bar reaching for a apple from the fruit bowl, her nightie has ridden up to her lower back exposing her bare bottom, while talking to my mother in the kitchen. Admiring the view I move in closer to her placing my hand on her ass. Helen wiggles her hips my hand is now on her crack. Two fingers rub her slit, she moves her bum against my hand, the two fingers split her pussy lips, penetrating my older step sisters pussy. Mum is talking to us how we...

2 years ago

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Short Strokes

BUFFETED Wave upon wave Unfurls upon the shore, White spumes Flooding golden sands; Before this splendor, I stand, Erect, wondering how, again, I find in everything A metaphor for your burial Deep inside my ass. HARD LOOKS When I look into the looking-glass, A lass, and not a lad, looks back; We see what we need to see, Just as we are what we need to be. TARGETED I target you, your hair of gold, The honey color of you flesh, Knowing you are ambrosia, Whether clothed...

4 years ago

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Different Strokes

"A man's a man for a' that." Robert Burns He looked at her. Him. Whatever. And shrugged. He wanted the experience just as badly. There was no doubting it. But things were not, unfortunately, as simple as Janice seemed determined to have him believe. He tried to explain why. "We don't know if it's all okay", he said. "It might not be as simple as we think it is. I mean - yours might not do what mine used to do and mine - well, it might not work like yours did". She - yes, for...

3 years ago

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Maxine Stones New LifeChapter 169 the Broad Strokes

"Since this is off the record, is everyone here?" Jen asked. "Far as I can tell, when Lucas get's back from the little boy's room, we will all be present or accounted for," I replied. "So everyone knows the purpose of this meeting. We are here to decide what to do with the James Smiley information, which Maxine and Lucas have gathered." she went on. Lucas entered looking nervous. He didn't want to blow his big chance to get back in. "So Lucas tell us what you have?" Jen...

3 years ago

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Artist

Copyright 2002 Her heart was hammering, banging away against her chest. She unlocked the car and quickly got inside and slammed the door. She started the car and turned the AC on high and stuck her face in one of the vents. Still feeling flushed and warm, she unbuttoned the top four buttons of her dress, pulled it open, and directed another vent to her chest. "Jesus," she thought, as she tried to put the memory of the feel of his inner thigh into perspective. She'd been caught off guard....

3 years ago

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Artist AwakensChapter 3

I knew mother was furious with me. I had walked in on a situation no son should ever observe his mother in. It was not my fault she didn’t take him to her bedroom and lock the door as she should have. I always had access to the studio. How was I supposed to know? No matter how much I tried to justify my actions I could not get over the feeling that I had violated my mother’s privacy again. The fact that my mother was on her knees sucking and fondling Derrick’s cock certainly surprised me....

2 years ago

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Artist AwakensChapter 4

Knowing Derrick was coming over to model for my mother and the graphic image of them together still fresh in my mind I figured I had better make myself scarce. It was a nice day so I called one of my friends and arranged to meet him at the country club for a round of golf. After playing 18 holes we headed to the clubhouse for a few beers. Even though I knew Derrick was only scheduled to model until four o’clock I was reluctant to go home. I looked at my watch and it was after five o’clock. I...

4 years ago

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Artist AwakensChapter 5

It was a chance meeting but at least Karen was dressed when I came in and she was sharing a glass of wine with my mother. “Arthur, you do remember Miss. Tillman?” “Yes of course. It’s good to see you again Karen.” “Arthur, we were just talking, and can you believe that Karen has never been to the Boxwood.” I knew where my mother was going with this and I was not about to deter her as I smiled at the lovely Karen Tillman, “You have never been to the Boxwood?” I asked as if it was unheard...

4 years ago

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Artist AwakensChapter 6

It was a couple of days since Arthur took Karen to dinner. Karen was scheduled to model for me this afternoon and I was very curious to know how her evening with Arthur went. Arthur was not very forthcoming except that he enjoyed her company and the dinner was excellent. We had been working for about twenty minutes before I broached the subject of her evening with Arthur. “Well Karen, I hope everything met your expectations the other night? Did you enjoy your evening? Was the service and...

3 years ago

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Artist AwakensChapter 7

Just as I came into the house and was heading down the hall to my bedroom I saw Karen coming from my mother’s bedroom barefoot and wearing the terrycloth bathrobe she wears in the studio. Her hair was wet like she had just taken a shower and I think she had her underwear in her hand. She had a smile on her face and when she saw me she came over and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Arthur. You were right. Your mother is not going to fire me.” Karen hurried off to the studio. I stood not moving...

3 years ago

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Artist AwakensChapter 8

It was getting close to fall and I would be going back to the university to pursue my graduate degree in a couple of weeks. It had been a very eventful summer. I beat Karen at golf but only by two strokes. That girl could read a green. We have another match scheduled for next week. It will be her second time playing the course. I am going to get my ass kicked. My mother was entertaining two lovers and my friend from high school was still single and willing to let me spend a few nights at her...

1 year ago

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Artist and model

I woke early to prepare myself. A quick breakfast and then up to my studio on the upper floor. The easel was ready; the canvas readied the night before. It was time to set out the paints on my pallette. Black, rich blues, the earth tones and ivory white that whose lush ointment would create the lush softness of male skin and muscle and sinew. The bell rang. Even before I descended the steps I was breathless. He had accepted. The week before I was doing a landscape in the park. Across the field...

3 years ago

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Stroked

I'd slept with Sam the first day I had met her. Well, shared a tent with her. It was her 16th birthday and we were camping, so I had drunk a bit.But, being 17, and having a girlfriend, and not being a bastard, we talked and then fell asleep; separate sleeping bags, but next to each other, just the two of us in the tent. God, it took some restraint not to try anything. But I'm not one for messing around with girls, and managed to stick to my guns.It was over a year later now, and we had grown...

1 year ago

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Caught stroking

My parents divorced when I was young. I spent two weekends a month, and two weeks every summer with my dad. I had discovered something I like doing very much, and after dad went to work I'd go into my room and do it. One day while it was raining I snooped around for something to Jack off to. Looking in the back of dads closet I found a stash of dvds. I went to my room and stripped. Dad lived on the third floor of a nice apartment complex. Being so high up I never thought of closing the blinds....

3 years ago

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Watch me stroke

Watch me strokeI had a long return trip to get back home and wouldn't be arriving until late. Being busy and on the road for a few days didn't allow time for me to empty my balls as they normally required so needless to say I had quite a bit of buildup. To make things worse, my regular fuck buddy was being a bitch so I knew there was little to no chance of me swinging by late just to dump my load in her and leave. I opted instead to post an ad asking if any ladies would like to watch me jack...

2 years ago

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sister caught me stroking

I'm an 18 yo senior in high school. Will be graduating this month and going to college in upstate NY in August. I have two previous experiences that I have posted on here recently. One about my neighbor who shows me pics and vids of his wife and daughter and another one with my sexy gf's family who like being nude around their pool. This next incident happened 3 years ago when I was fifteen and my sisters were younger.I was laying on my bed listening to music with headphones on, and jerking...

3 years ago

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Wifes Adultery And Incest In One Stroke

Sarita is a 21 year old mother of a 6 month old child, happily married to Amar who is financially very well off. As the baby was now 6 months old, their sex life was back to normal. Sarita was a sexy girl and marriage and child birth had matured her like a fully ripe fruit without making her fat. As it was first baby, both parents were learning to be mom and dad to the baby. At times, if the baby was not well, it will not suckle. This would create knots in Sarita’s breast, further making the...

4 years ago

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The night that grandma had a stroke

I was pretty young then, (how young I can't say), but I was a young teen who had been masturbating for a couple of years, and as a result of genetics, or excessive wanking, had grown a sizable cock, and was able to shoot a good handful of cum once or twice a day.Anyway, the story begins with a visit to grandma's house, where I was due to spend a few days whilst my parents sorted out one of their frequent crises ..."It'll be good for you to spend some time with your nan, she get's lonely out...

3 years ago

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Son Stroke

The weed yielded to her wrenching grasp in a shower of soil, and then landed with a thud in the canvas bag at her side. Nera wiped her brow, picked up her trowel, and sought the next victim of her aggressive gardening.She was miffed – to say the least – that her husband had failed to notice the implicit warning in her answer of fine when he said he was going to go fishing with his buddies – again. Her mood was not improving as the day wore on, and he hadn’t so much as sent her a text...

2 years ago

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Lick Out My Used Rubber And Stroke

Having you meet with me and service me in the park? Sure, why not. This is a nice bit about you being a slut. Since you are. 

4 years ago

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Stroke

Here I sit and beat my meat, With pubes trimmed back nice and neat. I watch the porn to no avail, Nothing beats your smooth tight tail. All I want is a little fun, Push my fingers in your bum. Front to back that’s how she wipes, but still won’t let me stick in my pipe. The puckered starfish so far from sea, that’s right where my dick really wants to be. Nice and slow that’s how we’ll take it, look at that the helmet’s made it. Don’t scream or cry it’s barely inside, with a little practice...

2 years ago

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Stroked

I’d slept with Sam the first day I had met her. Well, shared a tent with her. It was her 16th birthday and we were camping, so I had drunk a bit. But, being 17, and having a girlfriend, and not being a bastard, we talked and then fell asleep, separate sleeping bags, but next to each other, just the two of us in the tent. God, it took some restraint not to try anything. But I’m not one for messing around with girls, and managed to stick to my guns. It was over a year later now, and we had grown...

4 years ago

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May I Watch You Stroke

“Today we’re going to do something a little different. I want to watch you play with your cock."You walk into our bedroom. I admire you in your clothes. You’re smiling at me and I’m smiling back at you.“I want to be the voyeur today. I’m enjoying looking at you. Hopefully, this will go okay. I may get too excited, but we’ll try this. I hope this works out."You’re wearing your tight boot cut jeans, your work boots and a flannel shirt. You have that lumberjack image that I enjoy looking at. You...

2 years ago

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Stroke

Here I sit and beat my meat,With pubes trimmed back nice and neat.I watch the porn to no avail,Nothing beats your smooth tight tail.All I want is a little fun,Push my fingers in your bum.Front to back that's how she wipes,but still won't let me stick in my pipe.The puckered starfish so far from sea,that's right where my dick really wants to be.Nice and slow that's how we'll take it,look at that the helmet's made it.Don't scream or cry it's barely inside,with a little practice it'll open wide.I...

2 years ago

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Senior Year Part IChapter 28 Stroke

Sunday November 13 I woke to the sound of kittens mewing. I rolled over and saw Precious was awake but ignoring them. All moms did that, I was sure. I got up and put on my running clothes. On the way out, Precious and I both checked, and the kittens seemed to be okay. They were growing like weeds. I’d dropped not-so-subtle hints that we should keep one, but my parents outvoted me two to one. It made no sense to press the issue because I would be off to make my movies and then on to college...

2 years ago

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Masishen EvolutionChapter 16 Raven Stroke

Marie was isolated in New Zealand with Steve. They could not safely return to the United States. The U.S. administration had declared a code red domestic terrorism alert. Steve was on the no-entry list; he and Marie would be arrested on sight. Dee'rah and Michael were absolutely prohibited from entry and would be taken as 'enemy combatants.' Rhys and Martha Jacobs considered themselves wanted by Homeland Security for their role in assisting Michael and the Masi'shen, and for their...

2 years ago

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Drunk Lesbians Experience Their First Time

The strobe light flashing, lights off, me and my two drunk friends were dancing in my bedroom. The girls were topless and Sierra was unhooking my bra while leaning over to kiss Kara as she whispered, ‘I’m so horny.’  I found myself laying on the bed, Kara was completely naked now and Sierra pushed herself on top of me, winding her tongue with mine and our lips pressed so hard together. Kara mumbled ‘Hey, a little love over here?’ and we giggled, unwinding ourselves and leaning over Kara as we...

3 years ago

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With the Mirror came Chapter 7

Rationally she knew that with the test tomorrow she still had a number of hours to understand the material but the fact she had not done so already made her feel dumb and inferior. Since she expected the studies to take lots of time she was clothed in the bathrobe she had borrowed from her father and it felt cozy and warm. Almost a bit too warm, but with her limited wardrobe there was not many replacements that would not make end chilled if she sat a long time at her desk. She pulled her...

3 years ago

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As my wife Katya fucked with me

After the wedding, my wife flew to vacation in Spain, the happy couple, all as expected. Upon arrival at the place, a little rest, Katya suggested we go take a walk around the hotel while I was in the shower, Katya is dressed up-shorts barely covering the elastic rolls and tank top WITHOUT a BRA! before she went without a bra ever! I don't really liked it because her Breasts were big (despite the General thinness of his wife) and to put it mildly not in the form of, a bit saggy though she's...

2 years ago

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Friends and Lovers

Tracy Robinson had a hard and fast rule: Do NOT, under any circumstances, never, ever, ever fool around with a married man. She’d been married and cheated on and she remembered all too well the pain it caused her. In her mind there was no valid, justifiable reason to date someone who she knew was going to be a liar from the very beginning; she had enough respect for herself to not date someone else’s man. Because she was bisexual, the same theory applied to women as well. Women were...

3 years ago

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Lonely Mom

This story is really all my fault, I know it and I just don't care. You can say its good or bad, I am past the point of apologizing to myself over what I've done. My name is Janet and I was in the past a good mom, I lost my husband to cancer and just never got out. It's not that I didn't want the company of a man, too shy, too whatever. I had my fantasy lovers for sure, but masturbating in the shower while spreading your legs to expose yourself to some fantasy lover doesn't make you...

4 years ago

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Honkytonk HeroChapter 12

The VFW hall was packed with members and guests for the annual Christmas party. The Frickes and their friends were sitting at three tables pushed together just off the edge of the dance floor. Sitting at the tables were the usual cast of characters. Rita and Harold were there of course, and so was their daughter Caroline. Ben and Cricket Crawford were sitting across from Ramon and Theresa Salazar. Tommy sat at the end of the table with new VFW member Margie Wilcox. Margie had served a six...

3 years ago

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My wife8217s first young lover

I know it wasn’t my husband Alan who put me in my present condition, but I hold him responsible. It was Alan who insisted that we take in a lodger to help with the mortgage and it was Alan who insisted on the lodger being a male. Our lodger turned out to be a twenty year old foreign exchange student attending the local university from England named Jamal, who was black. It was also Alan who decided to have a vasectomy two years before following the birth of our second child; otherwise, I...

1 year ago

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The Twins

I met Karen and Leanne at one of my photo exhibit during my first year of college. I was showing some candid shots of people in odd circumstances. Their beauty took me aback, and like everyone else, I thought they were identical twins. The only people that knew different were the administration clerks or people trained in identification. I made no effort at all to acknowledge their beauty though they were breath taking. Certainly not playboy models, or women one might see on vogue but quite...

4 years ago

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Brians Power Chapter Three

  Hey!  Thanks for all the overwhelming support for my series!  When I get to chapter five, I'm going to group all my stories together and post them in one story, so be if you prefer longer stories, read them then!  In this chapter, the Backwater family gets home and Gillian and Janet tell Brian about when he was abducted!  Yippie!  I thank everyone who's faithfully followed my stories, and I'm glad to say, this story is almost double as long as the last chapter.  9,295 characters!  You...

4 years ago

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Jan Story 3

Story 3 by JanWell, Here is a story about a very innocent night we had a little over a year ago. Jim and I went to one of our local bars for dinner, and a few drinks. It was summer time and the weather was really nice here. A very good looking man, somewhere in his thirties came and sat next to us. We had seen him several times, and had talked to him, but had never introduced ourselves to each other. I had on my cranberry crushed velvet tube dress. (the one pictured above) Well, I had that...

4 years ago

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In the Stacks Ch 04

Penny had draped herself protectively over Marilyn’s sleeping form, pulling her tight. She loved the smell of the older woman’s flesh, the feel of the warm body next to her. She would softly wake, from time to time and smell the delicate scent of Marilyn’s perfume. Marilyn’s sleep was hard, and Penny envied her, she always slept poorly when she was in an unfamiliar bed. Softly, they dozed together, until the early hours in the morning. In late July, the dawn would break in Orchards about four...

2 years ago

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Im a dirty mom stepson punished me

It was a hot afternoon and after finishing all the housework, I was watching T.V. in the living room. My husband, Robert, was at work and I was all alone in the house. Our only son, Edward, lived in a hostel since he was ten years old. The last time he came to meet us was at his eighteenth birthday, which was two months earlier. Robert was my second husband and Edward was my stepson. A year ago, something happened between Edward and me and after that, we never felt comfortable around each...