The fulge

The /> /> Her knee-high translucent skirt was oscillating at the cadence of her purposely slow pace set by the sharp sounds of her high heels. The sweet movements of her model like hips, up[…]

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Morning workouts

This story is dedicated to the one and only my babe. Many thanks to my editor Lorena Levine. Little by little, light peeked into my eyes as I opened them to the afternoon sun. I[…]

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Party games

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 Each year in June, the MD and owner of the company that I work for hosts a staff party at her spacious house in the hills outside the city, and I[…]

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Gangbang submission

Summary: A girl's kinky slut fantasy life becomes VERY, VERY real. * What are your fantasies? What gets you off late at night when you only have yourself and your favourite toy? For me, my[…]

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The wrong kind

There was something seriously wrong with Jared. He knew it, and yet he couldn't help himself. There was something about her demure nature, her shy smiles, her glossy black hair, and long coltish legs that[…]

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Poor tracey

Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl[…]

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Home alone

Her white sheets are draped slightly over her thigh, contrasting with her light brown skin, covering her womanhood. Her tanned skin, trembling slightly, is covered in sweat as her delicate hand moves something down her[…]

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