Willow hall

Erotic novels by Gail Holmes “WILLOW HALL” “It will be fun, just the three of us, plus its all for free, think about it, a whole weekend! Come on Hazel, I was convinced you’d be[…]

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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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Business part 3

He rested there, on top of the sobbing girls for a moment, letting the spasming muscles of her asshole milk every drop from him. Even as he struggled to catch his breath, his hands were[…]

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The meeting

Holding you close to my body I feel the heat emanating from your very soul. I look into your eyes while delving into your mind seeing the very core of who you are. Your soul[…]

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Newly submissive

When Kasey woke up her boyfriend was playing video games, not really noticing her so she got up and went to get dressed in her for him that she was ordered to wear every day[…]

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That night

Well, this is my first story. I'm sorry if it bores you or is not that original, I'm still working on my writing skill. I agree it's not the best but I'm hoping it's not[…]

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Mothers passion

My father was doing roaring business selling oil seeds in Gulburga, before shifting the family to Mumbai after my only sister got married. Our new house in New Bombay was luxurious to say the least[…]

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The oldest dance

The Oldest Dance Sylvia Mills would not have expected as dull a person as Kevin Dooley was to know about a spot as interesting as this one was. Like a lot of dance places, the[…]

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