Unnamed – act 4, scene 5

She circles her prey slowly, catlike, smirking as the anticipation deepens in her slave's eyes, the horny younger girl squirming with arrousal, her wet thighs rubbing smoothly against each other eagerly. she calls, not looking[…]

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Busted

Busted I don't know which startled me more, the sound of the pistol being cocked or the question. "What the fuck are you doing?" "This is not good," I'm thinking to myself. "Well, answer me,[…]

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The portrait part 2

Michael Denton, fresh from his earlier portrait/fucking session with Esperanza, drove through the late morning traffic toward the palatial home of Meg Morgan, smiling inwardly. He had finished a rough sketch of his nude portrait[…]

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Recollections2

Recollections We were both young, recently married and attending different colleges. We shared the car, both being able to drive. Sometimes I took it; sometimes Pam did, usually when we knew I could get a[…]

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New life part 3

I awoke the next morning to a bird chirping in the palm tree outside my window. Glancing at the clock radio adjacent to my bed, I realized that it wasn’t even 8AM yet. I usually[…]

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A stormy night

The storm had knocked out power. The kids away at their grandparents Linda and John retired early for the night. Cuddled together under their sheets the wind howling outside their windows pressing the large oak[…]

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College girl

Ellen reluctantly arranged for Abby Monsolillo to attend my party in Austin at the Omni Barton Creek Resort & Spa. The evening of the party Abby is picked up by a black stretch limo. She[…]

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Sound sleeper

the ec=vents in this story took plac a LONG time ago, back when things were more accepted. but, alas, times have changed. I had never intended on things happening the way they did. My name[…]

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