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I've been crying myself to sleep every night since this whole ordeal started, though I've been doing more crying than sleeping lately. My eyes are puffy, sore and red and I'm staring at the ceiling[…]

Josh entered the red room and saw why it was named so, all the furniture was red, the carpet and the bed, only the walls were painted white. Mistress Rose sat on the bed and[…]

Dana knew she needed to get off. As the shuttle train neared her stop and she realized that soon she’d have to stop stealing glances at the hot scantily clad blonde that that had been[…]

I looked at my wife Lin as she turned away from the sink, the last piece of crockery washed, dried and ready to put away. At 52 years of age she still looked good, indeed,[…]

Her name was Stephanie. I met her in highschool in Orange County, California, where she was the lead cheerleader and, the legend is true: The lead cheerleader is always an annoying bitch. But extremely hot.[…]

For about the last year my wife has been very down on herself, she has had a few medical problems and she has put on a little weight. This has made our sex life very[…]

As I said in part 1 of this story, since first discovering how much fun masturbating could be I had been feverishly doing it three or four times a day; experimenting with different positions in[…]

My Slutty Wife Used as a Dog Slave Bitch part 4 Part 4 As Sissy was released she was laying there with nothing holding her, the stocks and leather straps were all gone, but she[…]

It was winter, and as usual, along had come the tremendous snow blizzards that prevented the demons from leaving their homes, but of course, that didn’t stop my owner Nathanial, the most famous of all[…]

Based on a real event. Eric sat in the deserted sauna, relaxing after a good work-out. His demanding career left him with little free time, but Eric stuck to his discipline of regular exercise even[…]

There is a knock on the door, and I know it is you. I grab the remote, get up and go to the door, positioning myself behind it as I open it. I hear your[…]

Tall, dark and handsome? Just rather average. He moved forward and toward me, drink in one hand and the other reaching for mine. I took it without pause, on auto-pilot from so many years of[…]

Q. What’s better than a rose on your piano? A. Tulips on your organ. story by: Crude Guy

My wife Sammy heads upstairs and I go around and lock the doors and put a few things away in the kitchen. I go up the stairs and head into the bedroom. I open the[…]

Soft music played lightly as we slowly moved across the dance floor. She softened and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, and her body felt supple and sensual. She placed her head tenderly on[…]

The following story is a work of fiction and fantasy only. Deions of sexual encounters between adults and minors may be contained, so those who are offended in any way by such situations are strongly[…]