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After I light the last candle, I shake my hand, putting out the match. I step carefully over the rest of the candles, back out of the living room and into the kitchen. Taking a moment’s rest, I look back into the room, surveying my work. My eyes move from one end of the room to another, slowly, taking in all the details I’ve worked so painstakingly to attend to. The couch is off to one side, against the wall, we won’t need it tonight, and so it is best to keep it out the way. The carpet, a deep shade of red, is further muted by the dim lighting. It stretches from one end of the room to the other, our living room isn’t that big, but fortunately it’s big enough for what I have planned for tonight.

My eyes continue to sweep the room. Next I notice the candles, burning softly in the near-darkness. I arranged them in a roughly semicircular pattern, taking care to leave a decent amount of space between each one, so that we would easily be able to step between them. They don’t contribute much light to the room, but they aren’t meant to. The main source of light, the thing that I want to draw your attention to, is the small brick fireplace in the center. The semicircle of candles is arranged around this. There is a large space directly in front of the fireplace, covered in thick blankets, pillows, comforters, and myriad other soft, plush bedding. I took great care to make sure that there is not a hard spot or uncomfortable position that can be found in that nest.

The fire crackles softly, seemingly echoing off the walls. The gentle light it gives off complements that of the candles — one does not overwhelm the other, instead, the two sources seem to intertwine. Despite this, the room is not brightly lit, indeed, I have to struggle to see the painting above the fireplace. My eyes continue to the far side of the living room, where the TV and loveseat now sit. The TV is unplugged, as we will not be using it for the rest of the night, and the loveseat rests comfortably on the carpet. The mere sight of it brings to mind the many nights we’ve spent cuddling close in its warm, enveloping touch, and the books we’ve read while curled up next to each other on its plush cushions. As fond as these memories are, this, too, will not be used tonight.

I complete my circle, walking back towards the kitchen. I look over the stove and counter. They are a mess, really, but cleaning up is a job for another day. My eyes fall on the stovetop, on the two remaining pans still perched atop the range. One contains faintly sizzling onions, sautéing quietly in butter. From the other, a slightly angrier crackle issues, this is the main dish. I pick up the spatchela, pressing gently into the compressed ground beef, making sure it’s tightly packed and not about to fall apart. Though the burgers are already done, I’m keeping them in the pan so they stay warm for your arrival. I know you’ll be home soon, but I can’t help but feel anxious, anticipating your return as much as I am. I look briefly to the fryer, where hand-peeled potatoes fry in oil. They cook with a comforting hiss.

I keep a quiet watch over our dinner for a while longer before I hear your keys in the door. I seem to have zoned out, but looking at the clock I realize with relief that I’ve only been standing there for a minute or two. I quickly take the burgers out of the pan and put them on the waiting buns, and remove the onions in a similar fashion. The fries are done, so I swiftly empty them out onto a plate covered in a paper towel. I carry these to the table as I rush to greet you at the door. As I set the food down, I notice the table isn’t quite ready for you, I resolve to remedy that before you sit down.

I get to the door just as you’re opening it. I open the door all the way, greeting you with a smile and kiss. I take your bag, heavy with lesson plans and folders, off your shoulder, setting it gently down on the floor besides the door. You stand just inside the door, obviously exhausted and worn. I gather you up in a big bear hug, whispering in your ear that I have a surprise for you. As your body presses into mine, I notice that you’re practically soaked through, it’s been raining most of the night, though I’ve been too busy preparing for the night ahead to realize it. Pulling away from the hug, I cup your chin in my hands, look you straight in the eye, and kiss your forehead. You smile weakly, apparently your kids and the weather have taken more of a toll on you than I thought. No matter. I tell you that I want to hear all about your day over dinner, and suggest going upstairs and changing first, before coming to the table. You nod, readily going upstairs to our bedroom to change, and perhaps dry your hair.

Knowing you’ll be down momentarily, I turn my attention back to the table. The burgers sit on their plates, ready to be eaten. The onions are in a bowl, decorating the center of the table, soft and brown. I get a match from the kitchen, and light the tall, lone candle in the middle of the table. Though it’s a fairly large table, our places are set adjacent to each other, so we can be as close as possible. The candle lit, I move back into the kitchen to get the drinks. As I’m pouring, I hear the low, continuous whine of the hair dryer, and I know you’ll be joining me momentarily. I place the napkins and utensils neatly on the table, and just as I get to the bottom of the stairs I see you walking down them. You’ve changed out of your work clothes, and are now wearing your favorite ‘around-the-house’ outfit: a loose tie-dyed shirt and baggy plaid pajama pants. A small smile plays across my lips at this. You always comment on how this combination doesn’t match at all, yet it has a certain subtle appeal that I’ve always noticed.

I take your hand as you reach the bottom steps, kissing it gently. I keep my soft grasp on your hand, using it to pull you into me. We kiss now, slowly, deeply, and sensually. My tongue parts your lips to find yours, and they begin to play, massaging each other, rubbing along each other’s length. They then begin a game of cat and mouse, alternately chasing and hiding, flicking between our open, hungry mouths. We stop, not because we want to but because I’ve whispered something about the food getting cold. I lead you into the dining room, where the candlelit dinner of homemade burgers and fries takes you somewhat by surprise. You thought I was at work until just a few hours ago, but I called in sick today so I could come home and prepare this for you. I pull the chair out at your place, sitting you down gently with my hands, taking the opportunity to massage you. My hands knead the skin of shoulder briefly, hopefully taking care of at least some of your aches and pains. As I massage you, I lean down to whisper in your ear, a sweet nothing, perhaps, maybe something about an after-dinner surprise that only you and I heard, that only I know precisely what it is.

We sit down to dinner and I hear all about your day, about the kids who won’t listen, and the other teachers who can’t teach. Apparently today had been an exceptionally difficult day, but this close to the end of the school year, these kinds of long, drawn out days are to be expected. You vent to me between bites of cheeseburger and fries, and I listen carefully, although I barely grasp the politics of what goes on at your school. I do know, however, that there are certain teachers that I would love to have a good, long talk to, that these are the same teachers who give you grief is but an innocent coincidence.

After dinner, we go upstairs to brush our teeth. You begin to clear the table, but I stop you, telling you that I’ll take care of that later. As I follow you up the stairs to the bathroom, I can’t help but admire the view, your round backside swaying before me, the curve of your hips barely, tantalizingly visible through your baggy shirt. My thoughts take a decidedly sexual turn, but I banish these. Soon, I tell myself. Soon. But not just yet. As we brush our teeth, I can’t help but notice the questioning
look in your eye. You know I have something planned, alright, but you’re not quite sure what.

After we’ve finished, I lead you back down the stairs, through the dining room and the kitchen. Right before we get to the living room, though, I tell you to close your eyes. You ask why, but your only answer is a sly grin and a low chuckle. I stand behind you, covering your eyes, and we walk slowly towards the entrance to the living room. Right in the threshold, I remove my hands from your eyes, and you take it all in: the entire room, softly lit by candles and fire, the light from both reflecting off the subdued maroon hues of the carpet and nest of bedding in the center. I move my head close to your ear, and whisper that you should lie down on the pillows and make yourself comfortable, that I will return shortly. You do so, and I stay in the doorway until you’re comfortable settled, nestled in between two large pillows, reclining on a thick, soft, plush blanket. You make eye contact with me, send me a questioning glance, but I put my finger to my lips and disappear around the corner, back to the rest of the house. You wonder idly where I’ve gone, but you are too comfortable to wonder long. You know I’ll come back soon, as I always do, and that I won’t be gone long. Still, you can’t help but wonder what, exactly, I have planned, though a twist of anticipation in your stomach and a warm feeling between your legs gives you a clue.

You’ve just dozed off as I return. Before I step into the living room, I’m frozen by the vision of you, in repose on the bedding. My first thought it to leave you alone, to let you sleep off the long hours and the aches and pains. I clear my head of this, though: I know what I have planned for you will relax you more than just simple rest.

I step carefully through the candles, making my way toward you. My footsteps make barely a sound on the soft carpet, yet you open one eye, peering up at me. You don’t notice immediately what I have in my hand, and this is a good thing. I set my load on the carpet next beside us, and kneel down before you. My lips form a greeting, barely audible despite the complete silence surrounding us. You smile back at me warmly, fondly, and I see your affection reflected in your eyes. You ask me now what all this is, when I found time to prepare it, and what my plans are for the rest of the night, but I put my finger against your lips. In answer, I gesture towards the surprise I brought from elsewhere in the house. You notice that it’s a small bucket full of similar looking bottles. Picking one up, you realize that they are all massage oils, of different scents and brands. You see a small, sly grin play across my face. Moving forward, I grasp your shirt and pull it gently over your head. I place it to the side, making sure not to toss it onto a candle. I lean forward, and our mouths meet. My questing tongue parts your lips, licking them softly, thoroughly, before your tongue moves to meet mine. When our tongues meet, they dance, caressing each other, flitting around our mouths. My hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to me, and my fingers entangle in your hair, massaging your scalp.

We kiss like this for a good time, though how long, exactly, neither of us is sure. At length, I move my mouth to the side of cheek, and up your jaw line to your earlobe. My kisses are plentiful and soft, I leave no spot untouched on my journey. I stop at your earlobe, and all you feel is my steady breathing against your ear. You hear a soft chuckle as you moan in anticipation, until finally I take your lower ear in my mouth, sucking, kissing, and sometimes nibbling gently. I do this for a moment or two, until I end by dragging my tongue lightly over the outer rim of your ear.

I turn my attention to your neck now, treating it much the same way as I did your earlobe. I kiss you slowly down your neck, starting from your cheek and moving lower. As my mouth moves lower, my hands reach around you to unclasp your bra. My mouth continues its southward journey as I remove your bra, placing it with one hand near your discarded shirt. By now, my lips have reached the gentle upper slope of your breast, and I dwell here for some time, placing large, soft kisses on each breast. My hands move to your shoulders, where they gently push you back onto your nest of pillows.

I now move to take your nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, letting my tongue roll around it. I fold my tongue around your nipple, placing more gentle suction where it’s needed. I bite, ever so gently, taking great care that you feel only the slightest edge of my teeth. As my mouth focuses on one nipple, one hand moves from behind your back to massage your other breast. My hand covers you, heel up, so that my fingers can reach the tender skin underneath. These fingers caress your bare skin, never too hard, never too soft.

I dwell at your chest for some time, content to suck and lick you. You close your eyes, moaning every so often, but very quietly, I think perhaps this relaxes you more than your massage will. Or it would, if the massage I had planned was merely a regular massage. Grinning to myself, I reach over to my basket and remove a bottle of oil. You give a small moan, apparently slightly annoyed at me for stopping my ministrations. You pick your head up, watching me open the bottle, watching me pour the oil into my hands and rub them together, working it deep into my pores. I make eye contact long enough for you to see the mischievous grin on my face. The deep, sensuous scent of the oil pervades the room.

You see the oil on my hands, and put two and two together. You start to turn over, but I stop you, one hand on your shoulder. I slowly shake my head, my grin only growing wider. You smile back at me, willing to entertain whatever wild ideas I have planned. You lean back and close your eyes, making yourself comfortable once again.

Your eyes still closed, you notice I haven’t started anything yet. Just as you’re about to open them, you feel my slick hands on your upper chest, right above your breasts. My hands work the oil into your skin, thoroughly, deeply. They move to your breasts, where my gentle caress is no less efficient at rubbing the oil all over you. As my hands knead your impossibly soft skin, my mouth hovers over your nipple, and I begin to suck on it as my hands work. I spend a lot of time in this position, perhaps more than is absolutely necessary, but when I’m finished the oil is deep inside your pores, the outer sheen almost nonexistent.

My hands now move to your stomach. They repeat the motions here, never missing a spot, never forgetting an inch. I pay special attention to your sides, where I can get a firm, solid grip on your body. You hear a low, throaty throb of pleasure escape my throat as my head moves down to kiss your stomach right between my hands, as they continue to knead your skin. I kiss you down your stomach, my head stopping right above the strip of cloth that marks the beginning of your pants. I grasp the cloth in my teeth, then pull it back, playfully, while my hands continue you massage your stomach. I cover your stomach with many soft kisses before stopping, making absolute sure I’ve left no spot unkissed.

I pause briefly with my head suspended directly above your sex, but your only reaction is an encouraging noise made somewhere deep in your throat. I take the advice to heart, sitting up just long enough to hook my fingers into the soft plaid of your pants. You lift your hips, and the pants come easily down and off, joining the other clothes in a pile. I sit up now, quickly removing my own shirt and pants, which takes but ten seconds. They, too, join the growing pile of clothes beside our nest. For a few seconds after the rustling of clothing stops, you still feel no movement from me, opening on one, you catch me admiring your body, your lovely, curvy hips, your full breasts, your legs, soft as always, though this doesn’t quite hide the strength I know lies beneath. You squirm slightly under my i
ntense gaze. Though it’s difficult to tell in the dim light, you know we’re making eye contact, and you smile. I smile back, momentarily losing the calm, cool control I’ve exhibited so far. The smile that plays across my face is wide and genuine, noticing this, you return the same smile.

The smile lingering on my lips, I bow my head down, returning my attention to your stomach. You feel many more light, airy kisses, before I finally move down to where we both want me to be. I hold my mouth just inches above you, breathing in your intoxicating scent, I can barely keep myself from burying my head between your legs. Despite the temptation, I stay where I am, until finally you lift your hips, encouraging me to move forward. I do, thrusting my head forward, burying myself between the soft curves of your thighs. My tongue begins its initial licks, long, wide, and flat. I lick you from the very bottom, up to your clit, my head pushing forward the whole time, making sure as much of my tongue is against you as possible. I do this repeatedly, each time encouraged by the gasp of pleasure from your throat. My tongue begins to press inside you, and I stop my licking so that I may pay more attention to you here.

My tongue now swirls around your entrance, whirling, spinning, folding. I push inside you, each time further and further in. Finally, I push as deep inside you as I can, my hands move to your hips for leverage, pushing you up and into my hungry, searching tongue. As my tongue goes inside you, I move it in wide circles, trying to stimulate as many nerve endings as I can. You hear hungry, muffled groans from my throat as you cover my lips with your juices. This goes on for some time, my tongue pressing ever deeper, then swirling around the entrance, my muffled moans of pleasure and hunger vibrating against your sex, my hands, firmly on your hips, pushing you ever upward and forward. Finally I slow down, my tongue relaxes its movements, until it now makes lazy circles around your inner layers of skin. You feel me lick my lips, taking care to get every drop of you, not wanting to miss a fraction of an ounce of your sweet juice.

My tongue continues its lazy circles, taking care to not miss a spot. At length, I regain some of my composure, and I begin to move slightly further up…I find your clit quickly, and my mouth latches onto it, sucking gently. I take it in my mouth, whirling my tongue around it, alternating that motion with slow, full, wet licks. I hear the breath catch in your throat, and I continue, encouraged and turned on by the low, throaty, erotic sounds emanating from your throat. Your hips lift up again, this time of your own accord, and I know you want more. I oblige, releasing your clit, this time flicking only the very tip of my tongue against it. I do this rapidly, alternately taking you into my mouth. We hit our rhythm now, my mouth against your sex, your hips pushing you further into me. Your hands move to my head, pushing holding me in place, making sure I don’t release you.

We continue like this for some time, though neither of us knows how long. At some point, I hear your moans grow louder, your pleasure obviously overcoming you. Your hips tilt up now, your back arches, and you moan my name over and over. I feel the muscles begin to contract, and at the invitation of your raised hips, I bury my face inside you, my tongue whirling madly around your sex. You feel my nose brushing against your clit as I push my face and tongue deep into you, deeper than before. My mouth opens against you as I feel your juices flow freely, my tongue greedily licks up every last drop. You feel my moans of masculine pleasure vibrate against you, but this is only a secondary feeling. You continue to come for a few seconds more, enjoying the hungry questing of my mouth and tongue against you. As your pleasure subsides, I pull back, but I keep my face close to you, still incredibly turned on by the scent and sight of you. I move my head to rest against your thigh, and you feel my warm, steady breathing against your wetness, and my tongue occasionally flicks out to lick you clean using those wide, warm licks.

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My StoryChapter 8

Every two weeks I stopped by Stan's office to pick up his paycheck and it always turned into a mini orgy with Patty, Ralph and Bruce. It was at one of those mini orgies that my life changed yet again. I was getting dressed after taking two loads each from Ralph and Bruce when Patty said: "You need to douche yourself pretty good when you get home." "Why? Why would you say something like that?" "We have been trying to reach you all morning" Ralph said. "Stan called. He thinks you are...

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PornWorld Eveline Dellai Kira Queen Cops Gone Wild Interracial DP Office Orgie with Detective Dellai Eveline Kira Queen and Colleagues

After finishing up with a patrol shift, police officers Erik, Darrel, and Josh are stunned to find Officer Kira Queen with a baton up their new boss, Detective Dallai Evelines pussy. Instead of being ashamed and asking for forgiveness and discretion, the two whorish cops invite their colleagues to join them, and the office orgy begins. To begin, the 3 male cops stuff their black and white cocks into the mouths and pussies of Dallai and Kira. When the two whores and nice and warmed up, the DPing...

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Preludes Ch 09 Oral Reports

Authors Note: ‘The Rachel Chronicles’ is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such detail will provide a richer experience for you readers as you truly get an intensive look inside Rachel’s head. Further, the stories are...

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The Professor Part I

I glanced at my schedule one last time, just to double check that I had my poetry class next. Sighing slightly, I hitched my bookbag up on my shoulder and headed over to the building. ‘Ali!’ I heard a voice call behind me. I flinched and turned, there was my roommate’s friend, Erin, running toward me in a pair of platforms, red curls bouncing, along with her breasts. I am 100% straight, but looking at Erin…sometimes I wonder. She’s very pretty, with big lips and large, green eyes. Her boobs are...

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The Dress Part 2 of a series

The Dress II (A shopping date) by Diann First, please allow me to recap a bit from the last part. I'm a thirty-year- old transvestite (living with my mother, helping her cope with severe arthritis) who found a magical dress in a second hand shop. The magic changes whoever wears it into a beautiful woman when they put it on, and the change reverses once the person is totally naked. After taking a few minutes to get used to the new me, I went to the nearby mall and made a couple...

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Helping our Troops

It’s 4:00 a.m., and I just got home from one of the wildest nights of my life. I live near an Army post, and have several friends who are in the military. This past week a couple of them have been home on leave from Iraq. They’re leaving Saturday, so about ten of us got together tonight to have a few drinks and say goodbye. I was lucky enough to be the only civilian invited to this little party. We all met at Dave’s house near the base. The plan was to go and hit a few clubs in the area and...

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Farmer in the Dell

Mopping at the sweat and dust on his face, Pete looked up into the hard, bright late morning sky. "Damn," he thought, "this ain't going to cut it today. Fuck the damn farm! When a guy don't feel right, he don't feel right. Should of stayed home from the office yesterday. But no-o-o, old mister tough nuts won't let a frigging cold keep him from the job. Damn it to hell! But there's nothing that HAS to be done this weekend. And I can leave the goddamn tractor out here overnight. Won't be...

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After Work with Sarah

Sarah was in her late twenties and I was a good few years older than she. She was about five and a half feet tall with curly red hair. She had blue eyes and a nice pair of boobs. She had come to work for the same company as I a couple of months ago, as our Human Resources Manager. She had a university education and spoke with a cultured accent. Sarah was always smartly dressed, usually in a blouse and skirt, but sometimes she would wear something that was obviously designed to show off her...

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Removing the Mask

My husband, Gary, and I lay facing each other. We had only been married three months, and had just enjoyed a wonderful bout of hot sex on the bearskin rug in front of a crackling fire. Now, over drinks, we opened our hearts and minds to hearing each others past sexual escapades, hoping that would get us both in the mood for yet another romp. After listening to him recount his best sexual memory of sharing a shower with two college girls, and fucking them one after the other in the same bed,...

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Bourbon St Bar Omaha Nebraska

Here is another story that happened back in 2000. Hubby and I were going out to a club that always had great music and lots of hot, fun people. If you got there late you had to wait in line. I had put on my green party dress with nylons and no bra. It was cold outside so I wore a coat that covered me quite well. It was later than we had wanted to arrive but the line was short. We just had to wait about 15 minutes till we could get let in. I was huddled up against Mike, and he had his arms...

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The Debt Collector Part 2

Tyrese had a grin on his face from ear to ear. He had a video camera in his hand, which he had pulled out of the bag earlier to record every minute of this wife being ravaged by Freddie’s cock and my cock. He now set it down on an end table next to the coach, aiming it directly at Jill’s position in the middle of the living room floor. Then he stood up and starting taking off his clothes, all the while staring at Jill. He circled her like a predator ready to pounce on its prey....

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Personals Slave II

What started out as a simple dom-sub story is starting to take on a life of its own. Im not sure right now where this is going, but this chapter contains a flashback for Cass, and is also a continuation of the first story. Enjoy and please comment – politely. What has gone before: I found a young girl, 18-year-old Cass, through a personals advertisement looking for someone to be my slave for a year. When we first met, she was hesitant, but agreed to a one-week trial of submitting to me. I...

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Petras 4th sexy secret about Alex 1

Petra tells us all kinds of sweet secrets about Alex in her hot sexy series of dirty disclosuresPetra secretly seduces sweet sexy Alex in her dream, which was very real - in fact in her own bedPetra knows now the second secret side of Alex: her submissiveness to her girlfriends in real sexPetra soon discovers her third sexy secret: very slutty foxy fantasies often playing with herselfPetra has a special sexy pervy plan for the occasion to learn the fourth foxy sexy secret of AlexPetra knows...

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A Maid for the Mansion

Translation UK -> US Boot (on a car) -> Trunk Pantechnicon -> Large removals truck (usually body extends forward over the cab.) Ground floor (of a building) -> First floor First floor -> Second floor ..and so on. (In UK) Territorial Army -> (In US) National Guard A MAID FOR THE MANSION Brian Southern pulled the suitcase out from behind the workshop bench at the back of the garage and carried it up to his bedroom. His wife Jenny had left for her mother's an...

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10 year journey to satisfaction

I have been reading through the stories send by others for quite some time and know that most of them are made up. I would like to share one of my experiences with u to pay for all those people who have written their real stories. I had this experience with my maid Radha. I was 15 when this episode started. I was slim and was 5’7” tall. She was nearly 40 at the time. She had a wheatish complexion, was very slim on her waist part. Had normal butts and really no boobs at all. So really she was...

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Milfty Sarah Taylor Richelle Ryan The Reindeer Game

Sarah is spending the holidays with her stepsister Richelle and stepnephew Rion, who seems to be depressed a lot lately. Sarah suggests they could try to cheer him up by teaching him how to pleasure a woman, so she pulls her tits out and lets Rion feel her up. Richelle is unsure about this at first but she sees that it could really help her stepson so she goes with the flow. Later, they play the “Reindeer Game” in which Sarah is dressed as a sexy Reindeer and Rion has to put the bow on her nose...

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Best Served Cold Chapter 9 Death by Chocolate

Linda and I made dinner together on Friday. My specialty was a spicy seafood cioppino over a bed of fettuccine. Linda had taken the afternoon off to make her 'Death by Chocolate' cake with her special touch, a drizzle of Courvoisier over the top and sides while it was iced. Four bottles of my favorite claret stood waiting on the kitchen counter, a silent rank of soldiers as reinforcements for the night to come.Michael arrived early, surprisingly nervous and animated - not the 'Stephan' I...

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Jokes and Giggles Part TwoChapter 558

Benefits of a Good Vocabulary I recently called an old Engineering buddy of mine and Asked what he was working on these days. He replied that he was working on “Aqua-thermal treatment of ceramics, aluminum and steel undre a constratrained environment.” I was impressed until, upon further inquiry, I learned that he was washing dishes with hot water under his wife supervison. af9023 words of wisdom? Why couldn’t the green pepper practice archery? Because it didn’t habanero.

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Madelines Introduction

Her hair was dark, not quite black, and would have extend halfway down her back had it not been held up by a thick ponytail. But her eyes were the first thing I noticed, similar colour to her hair, deep and mysterious. I'm probably just over thinking things again, she seems like a perfectly normal girl, wouldn't stand out in a crowd of other high-school girls her age. I had a call from her parents a few weeks ago asking if I could tutor their daughter Madeline, or Maddi as her friends and...

First Time
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Darr Aur Maja Ek Sath

Hello Friends, sexy kudis,aunties, bhabi sab ko sex bhara pranam.this is Robin from noida, this my first time to share my 1st sex encounter on ISS, ISS is my fav website, aur sab se pehle main ISS ko thanks karna cahonga ki unhone aap se milne kaa mooka diya…. hope you will enjoy and please reply me to encourage for further sharing, first of all main aapko apne baare me bata du,, i am robin 23 yr old guy living at noida, basically i am from haryana. i love to do sex very much specially with...

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449 Staceyyour valentines story

449 [Cb36] Stacey....your valentines story! My mate who I`ve known on here for a while , he tells me he has a wife with a lovely nature and a nice enough figure, me I have never met her, but I`ve offered to write this story for him as a valentines gift. Only for them, I and they know who they really are, though now we thousands can share it! All I really know of the lady is she`s a 5ft 9 inch, brunette, and that they have been married 30 years, and she met him (or he her dependent on your...

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Guidance Counselor

Guidance Counselor - Part 1Wendy is a married college guidance counselor. This is the story of how Wendy gives extra care and guidance to special students. Based on real events.Wendy was thinking about sex as she held a pen between her lips and nibbled on the end. Her marital sex life had become infrequent and passionless. She was in her mid 40’s, 5'6" 129 lbs, 34c-29-35, brown eyes, auburn hair cut short and took good care of herself. Wendy worked out hard for her body. She kept her pussy...

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Maa Ke Life Young Mard Ke Saath 8211 Part 1

Hello dosto mera naam sameer mishra hai age 25 yrs hai,kahani todi lambi hai is liya kahani ke kuch part bhi hai.Mera maa ka naam shoba mishra age 45yrs fig 42-40-42 aap samaj sakta hai ke maa kafi healthy aur moti hai hum log gaon(village) se hai hamari finical condition bahut kharab hai baap daru pee pee kar mar gaya mera chota bhai hai rohanmai phdta hai use choti bahan hai ,main automobile se iti kiya hai aur uska baad ke motarshop mai machnic ka kaam karta tha meri income jada nahi thi par...

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Threesome with Robyn and Jodie

Note: This story is non-fiction and a fantasy I've had for a while. It's one of those typical fantasies where married men would love to see their wife with another woman for a threesome. So I'll change the names of the parties involved to protect this horny married man from the northwestern part of the states. So here's how I want my fantasy to play out... My name was Gary and I'm fifty-two years old. I'm 6'-0"" with blonde hair, blue eyes, and blonde pubic hair over my seven-inch cock. I'm...

Group Sex
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How I Became Masters Plaything

HOW I BECAME MASTER’S PLAYTHING By HAJIM It all started by accident. I was rushing out of Grace Bros without looking where I was going. I cannoned into a man so hard that I knocked him down. I instantly went to help him up. I said“Sir, I’m so sorry, Sir. I hope I haven’t hurt you. Please let me help you, Sir.’ He looked at me rather strangely but took my hand and got up. He looked rather shaken so I said, “Sir, let me buy you a cup of coffee as a small recompense for the damage I have done” He...

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On a rainy day with my colleague

Hello, all. I am Nikita with . My age is 35 years, and I am staying with my husband. My husband is a good human being and takes care of my kid and me. He never disrespects me and always respect my decision. As a wife, I can’t expect more from a caring and rich husband. But I betrayed him during the early days of my marriage on a rainy day with my colleague. I belong to a small village near Nashik. I completed my education and married Pankaj. Pankaj is working in Pune. So I moved to Pune along...

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The Car Park

The Car Park Mary got into the Shogun with her 7 year old daughter Lucy leaving the 3 bed semi she drove toward the school to drop off her lovely blond hair imp of a daughter. She took after her lovely mother a sweet and lovely feminine young girl all at school loved her. Her mother looks her slim size 10 5 foot 4 inches figure and later her wonderful personality and intelligence had captured David, after meeting at the nightclub 10 year before they had soon married. David...

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Watching my gf from the closet

This clearly blew me away, seeing actual proof that she was into other guys. But it also was fascinating to me, that she could be planning this while acting totally normal towards me. From what I saw, she was hooking up with this guy, including previous times in our own apartment. I was completely hard reading this, and enticed. I heard the shower turn off, so quickly scanned what I could, seeing that Nathan was arriving at 8. The rest of the day was normal, with Amy acting completely...

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On The Fence

My cause will always be Africa, it’s close to my heart now, somewhere I felt like I belonged and I’ve always wanted to help as anyone who really knows me will tell you. However, helping Africa is my way of helping the world and I can see that not everyone will agree with me. Maybe we do need to sort out the problems of our own countries before we start worrying about the rest of the world. I guess there are so many problems in the world, and just not enough people with the drive or dedication...

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Sean and Roger 20 Years OnChapter 1

Captain Peter Strasser stood panning the landscape below through the forward clear-screen panels of the control car. The Navmap reported the area as largely unexplored although he knew it to be the Gulf of Memphis. The ground glistened with salt marsh, tiny islands covered in lush tropical vegetation, and areas of open sea. It teemed with bird life and he noted flocks of Southern Terns skimming the water looking for food. "Two degrees trim forward," announced the helm. "Pump aft, 1...

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Like No Ones Watching

The trick to working from home is discipline: getting out of bed on time, eating and taking breaks on time, and stopping work when it’s time to stop.After six months of working from home, I was great at all of that except the last: too often I found myself at my computer at 2:00am, still working on some enhancement or bug.But coding was my passion. Whether for work or for my multiple open-source projects, I was always fiddling with something. When that wore me down, bombing through forest...

Exhibitionism
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Club Cuckold

Rick's hands griped the steering wheel so tight that his fingers were turning red. He was looking for the address he'd printed out from the welcome package the club sent him last week.Jen sat nervously on the passenger side of the car trying to see the address's on the buildings as Rick slowly drove down the street."It's the next building, Honey. Turn into the next driveway."Rick eased his foot on the gas peddle and turned into the next driveway. The address on the huge red brick building...

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Play It Again SamChapter 1 You must remember this a kiss is still a kiss a sigh is just a sigh

"Malcolm Gridley," Dana told us with a note of satisfaction in her voice. It had been a week to the day since we had started the fire inside Creepy's garage and we were all seated around the living room drinking wine. Maria was curled up in the big red easy-chair, Kim in the love seat and Jen and Pat sat on the large burgundy couch while Vicky sat on the floor atop a large throw pillow with her back against the wall. Dana and Candy were standing; both still dressed in their smart looking...

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A Summer in California

When we were about 18 years oldmy best friend's family moved fromNiagara Falls to Orange County, CA.The following year his family invitedme to fly out and spend the entiresummer with them. They did this forme the very next year as well.Everything began very slowly althoughI ought to have known what was happening.My buddy, and I were, like, f******n yearsold. Late at night our conversationsabout girls really escalated and very soonprogressed to his bringing out his pornstash, which of course...

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Czowiek Mleczarnia Gospodarstwo sp z oo

Part 1 of?? (mc, ff, la, sf) DISCLAIMER: This work is intended solely for an adult audience. If you’re under 18, or not into explicit erotica, stop reading now. Copyright © 2012 Joe Mama Some rights reserved. This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.5 License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.5/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 543 Howard Street, 5th Floor, San Francisco, California,...

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