Reapers 5

5 Sunlight pours across their entangled bodies, a sheet twisted around them, she stretches softly, rubbing her head in a loving motion on the side of his neck. His eyes flutter softly, and he slowly[…]

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Pushing master

Megan walked back down the hall, waiting was driving her nuts. She had done it, she had pissed her Master off and now he was making her pay. She had once told him that she[…]

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Sibling rivalry

He worked his hand up along my calf to my bent knee. The slow, erotic brush of his fingertips made it difficult not to gasp or flinch. In fact, it took genuine effort to keep[…]

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Kessling

KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 –9-29-100 You tell me I can rub my fingers– my palms– on, through, and over your soft, jet-black, almost fur–hair.. And caress, touch, hold onto your shaped head[…]

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