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I've never been a woman thats like older men, I've always preferred them closer to my own age. Well, my mind has been changed. It's all thanks to Drew.
Things hadn't been good in the bedroom department in my marriage for awhile. I have a high sex drive and my husbands is snoring. I've tried to spice things up but he is always 'too tired'. So I decided to try something, to put my desires first. That's how I found myself signed up for AFF.
There had been some chatting, a few pic swaps...I even made out with a guy only for him to ghost me. One particular Tuesday, I opened my messages and saw I had a new one from wolfman49. He was 49 and his listed city was not near mine. On my profile I had specified I was looking for men 26-40. 49 was a good bit past that. His profile picture was a pr
This story and all characters involved are both completely fictional.
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I always had a thing for my best friend's sister. She was 4 years ahead of us, so when I was just a young freshman, she was a pretty blonde Varsity cheerleader in her senior year. I'd always stay over at my best friend's house during the weekend and we'd hang out like typical teenagers--stayed up playing video games, pretended we were thugs listening to rap music, we'd even talk about doing dirty things to girls we thought were hot in our class (although I never confessed having any attraction to his sister--I knew our friendship would immediately get weird if I did). He'd typically fall asleep before me and I usually stay up for a couple more hours before feeling tired and fallin
"Two ninety-eight. Two ninety-nine. Aaaand that's it. Three damn hundo. How the hell do you do it?"
Joel shook his head in awe as he tossed a towel at the figure suspended in midair.
Malcolm took one hand off the pull-up bar and caught it deftly, dropping to the ground and dabbing at his shining torso.
"Good food. Good sleep. I normally wouldn't push myself this hard, but Giselle said she's got a surprise for me tonight. No idea what she's on about, but I need to get a good pump going. Just in case she's invited one of her friends into bed with us again."
"Wouldn't put it past her. You picked up a feisty one, you did," said Joel, as they headed out into the chilly winter evening.
As he drove through the deserted streets, Malcolm found himself subconsciously gripping his cock wi
My work at car Rental company at airport was really something, but was exciting, adventurous and lots of fun but there was something missing. I was 22 years old when I started working at airport rental company, i was alone, no girlfriend or fuckbuddy. But in airport there were several girls and matures who used to tease me of not having girlfriend and stuff like that and as usual I made fun of them and ignored them and this kept going for many months. As time passed I felt my sexual desire getting its peak and I never wanted to go for prostitution or paying someone to have a sex.
There was a mature lady Rosa around 55 years old who was really friendly and talkative she always sit in the corner of the gas station to have her coffee, everybody knows her as nice and relaxed person. I for no
My wife has been pegging me wither strap on for some time now typically when she’s in one of her Dominant moods, she called me and asked if I was anywhere near her office, she had something to show me. So, I swung by and she told me to come into her office and she closed the door behind her and locked it. She went to her bag and pulled out the most realistic dildo I have ever seen. She had this wicked look in her eyes telling me to feel it. I must have had this look of amazement; doesn’t it feel real she asked. Not felling any cock but my own I said yes its really does not hard plastic it had foreskin and it bent but still had some rigidity to it, she said look at this extra bonus turning it around showing me the base it had a reservoir that could be filled with whatever and it also vibr
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not know Natalie Portman, Benjamin Millepied, or have anything to do with them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.
Story Code: Anal, Blkmal, Exhib, Finger, Inc, Mast, MF, Oral, Reluc, HJ,
Natalie Portman, The Florence Nightingale Effect
By Muhabba
Natalie couldn't help herself as she reclined in her hot bubble bath. The tub was built to easily hold two people and her slender body
(This story was inspired by and is a tribute to “Grocery Boy’s Helping Hand” by Omega Prime, one of my favorite erotic stories.)
Marc’s story began with an unexpected shift at work. He had gotten a call from his manager at the store asking if he could fill in after school. Marc agreed, having nothing else planned and wanting the extra spending money. At 15 the after-school job suited him well.
His shift had ended and he was ready to go home. Unfortunately his mother wasn’t answering her phone. He had tried calling three times but to no avail. He sighed deeply. Apparently he would be walking home, a fairly long walk from the store. And to make matters worse it had been raining heavily all day. As he stood there contemplating this frustrating turn of events, he heard a voic
The young squire boy trembled in fear. He had been in his cell for what seemed like an eternity. The king had ordered him to be interrogated, and he was terrified of what that might entail.
The young lad, 14 years of age, was in the service of a wealthy nobleman and landowner who was opposed to the rule of this particular king. As such, the boy was often used to deliver coded messages to others of a like mind throughout the kingdom. It was on one of these late-night missions that he had been captured by the king’s royal guard on a night patrol.
After spending a cold night in bonds, he had been brought before the king. The monarch was informed of the young squire’s clandestine mission and was presented with evidence of treason: a note on parchment written in code. The king bel
It was the end of the first week of school and life was good. At age 13 I had just started the eighth grade. Like most girls my age I liked school mainly for the social interaction. I had a lot of friends and enjoyed being around them during the school day. This first week had allowed me to reconnect with some less-close friends that I didn’t really see over the summer.
It was late Friday night. Mom and dad had gone to bed about an hour ago and were sound asleep. I had finished some homework and was doing some late-night texting with my friends. My 17-year-old brother Dylan had been out late at a party. Our parents were more lenient with my brother than with me. I know I’m young, but I wouldn’t be allowed to attend a party like he could.
As I finished up my last text with m
This is side 2 of a 2 sided story. Jacobs views of events as they took place. All views characters and events in this story are fictional.
Written by:
C H Marshall
Jacobs perspective
The new sitter is supposed to be here no later than 615 and I want you to be on your best behavior for her you hear me young man Jacobs mother scolds. I will mom promise I am going to go shower now so I can make my best first impression ok. Jacob I always thought boys were dirty creatures who had to be forced to wash. But you have to be the cleanest person I've ever met. His mother says laughingly. Jacob thinks to himself that's because no one will ever let you rub your nuts on them if you smell and dirty all the time. But says out loud insted. I don't wanna be a smelly kid mom as he dashe
This is side one of a two sided story. All characters and acts in this story are fiction.
Karen's perspective of events by:
C H Marshall
Karen nervesly approached the door and rang the bell. This was not her first babysitting job but she was worried someone may find out why she wanted this one.
Her thoughts drifted to yesterday during lunch when she heard Christina telling the girls she was never babysitting for Jacob Wilson again. "That little fucker tried rubbing his balls on my face while we were watching a movie." That thought made he feel a little tingly all over and she felt her nipples harden as she did when Christina said it. She began to have second thoughts. What if Christina dremt it worse yet what if something happens and everyone finds out. She starts to
My name is Dimitri , 23 years old and I lived in a poor East European shit-country where most of the people must work only to survive. So sorry that my English is not perfect. Because I also want to drive a nice car, to have a good smartphone, etc. , like many men, I always search for ways to earn extra money.
On a Saturday evening, in a bar in the centre of the city, some unknown guy came to me and said : 'Hi , my name is Adam , are you interested in a job where you can earn a lot of money ? ' . He was wearing a nice suit , dark glasses, but his voice was soft : the first impression was confidence.
'Of course' I said, and my name is Dimitri . We sat down , he paid me a cocktail and asked : 'if I would say 'no ' if the job is not completely legal. I joked and said , 'if I don't h
Visiting Hours
by brwneyedwitch70
It had been a busy day at work, I didn't get a chance to call you so I decided to stop by your hospital room to say hello. Your surgery had been a simple procedure, but you were still required to stay a few days to make sure that your knee was better. I was surprised to hear that you would be out in two days. Being away from you had been difficult at first, but knowing that I'd have you all to myself again soon was enough to keep me horny.
As I was driving toward the hospital, I noticed a costume shop. "Why not stop in." I thought to myself. We were always talking about dressing up and doing some role-playing games. Why not go in to see if something catches my eye. As I walked in to the store, I noticed there was much more than just costumes---this
One weekend I was home alone as the rest of my family was either away for work or at my older brother’s college family weekend. I had to stay home because I had to work Friday night. After work on Friday I got home and had something to eat. I decided to see what was on TV and after flipping through channels for about a half hour I got bored and decided to get online to chat with some friends on instant messenger. As the night went on more of my friends started getting off and I was getting bored again so I decided to visit a chat room. Seeing as I was home alone I decided to enter the home alone chat room…I would have never imagined what happened next.
The conversations started out normal enough there were plenty of boys in the chat room asking to talk to females so, being a female, I
WARNING:
Brutal, non-consensual multiple rape fantasy story. Contains extreme graphic sexual sadism, obscenity, torture, snuff and offensive content.
All characters are above 18 years and above. None of this is real.
Part one. The arrival home.
It’s nearly two in the morning. The black van cruised down twisted streets, surrounded by the monoliths of silent factories and warehouses. This district is deserted by night and filled with noise and smoke in the day.
Down to the end of the farthest street, obscured by a vast red bricked and grimy building is the house of ordeals. It sits at the edge of this district, facing a dormant and polluted sea where no man roams without reason.
The black van turned slowly and stopped before a great black iron gate, chained and padlocked
Modda lu cheekay Kojja
Na peru Vishnu (changed), age 21 height weight average body ,na modda size 7 inches poduvu 3 inches lavu ga untadi, nadi Hyderabad. Yes, nenu oka kojja ganni, magallamodda kudvadam ante naku bale istam.
Na chinnapati nunchi naku notlo yedo okati petukovadam alavatu, first finger ,taruvata lollypops, next pens aaaa taruvata moddalu, notlo yedo okati lekapothe naku time pass kadu.
Nen 8th class chaduvthunapudu ,oka senior anna nen eppudu na finger ni chikutundatam chusadu, okasari nannu dorm room ki teeskelli adi manchi alavatu kadu ani chepadu, kasepu taruvata tanu BF lu chudatam start chesadu, nakuda chupinchadu nani em arthamkale,apatiki nakem telyadu, so nen kaliga pakane kurchuna ,atanu tana sulli ni b
Astoria
Chapter One
Death is a usual happening. You can see it in the dust that travels through the air. Destroyed skyscrapers that have collapsed on to the ground below. Rusted vehicles lying dead on the side of the road. The bones and skulls of skeletons hiding within the rubble. It is silent. You can hear the creaking of old metal from buildings delicately swaying in the calm but dirty air. The quiet is interrupted by a scream.
Two figures emerge from the fog as they stumble through the rubble, they are frantically trying to get away from something as if they are being chased. They wear ragged clothing with hoods over their heads. One figure is taller, holding tightly to the hand of the other figure who is smaller in comparison. Their legs are weak as they struggle to run dow
Jessica strained and struggled against the bonds that held her upright, but they held without budging. She could just see the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth, causing a steady stream of drool to leak out before dripping onto her breasts. She loved the sensation of being helpless and the thought of what was coming made her wetter than she had ever been before.
Scarcely more than an 24 hours ago she had been sitting at her computer idly surfing the internet when a popup and caught her attention. Something about it had intrigued her, to the point that she ignored her initial impulse to close it and resume clicking. She wasn't entirely sure how it had happened, given that she had several pop up blockers that should have prevented it from showing up at all.
"You are bored with
Jessica strained and struggled against the bonds that held her upright, but they held without budging. She could just see the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth, causing a steady stream of drool to leak out before dripping onto her breasts. She loved the sensation of being helpless and the thought of what was coming made her wetter than she had ever been before.
Scarcely more than an 24 hours ago she had been sitting at her computer idly surfing the internet when a popup and caught her attention. Something about it had intrigued her, to the point that she ignored her initial impulse to close it and resume clicking. She wasn't entirely sure how it had happened, given that she had several pop up blockers that should have prevented it from showing up at all.
"You are bored with
It was fall and school had just started again. My twin brother Karl and I were feeling pretty darned good, after all, we were in high school now, 14 years old and freshmen.
There was something we called “The Race.” Our father had died when we were infants, he'd left our mother well set financially, she didn't need to work but she did. She was a sales executive with a communications company with a mid six figure income but Karl and I figured the only reasons she was employed were that she had the opportunity to meet men and that she didn't have to handle normal motherly duties, we felt like she hated us for being impediments to her, in her mind, idyllic life.
Her idyllic life, what a joke. To the outside world mother was a paragon of virtue, a beautiful woman of 37, a high payi
It was a cool November night, and the life of a quiet town was at its slowest when the clock struck midnight. The atmosphere was damp and cozy. The street lights dazzled and danced on the wet black-top. The stillness interrupted occasionally by the clawing of dead leaves. It was on this evening that the lust for late night comforts took Samantha.
Samantha was 22 year old hard working lass with a focus that drove fourth her ascension in the professional realm. She had wonderful brown almond shaped eyes that burned dimly with a friendly ember that could melt anyone. She was a brunette, and had hair that grew down to the small of her back. Her dark bangs framed her lovely round face as if it were a window to her cheeky smile. She was what most considered a fat girl, but despite the commo
Glossy cover of Brown Eros magazine; the notorious coprophage Toilet Tester, teeth clotted with excrement, poised before the bathroom mirror with a length of dental floss. The first pictorial composition in the collection is titled Enema Clinic. It contains twelve colour stills, each of which is accompanied by a brief narrative text.
Tableau Vivant: 1
A young man is seated alone in what is either a genuine or an accurate facsimile of a surgery's waiting room. Legs crossed on an upholstered bench, he is pretending to be engrossed in a lifestyle magazine. The youth is dressed casually in a beige tracksuit. He has lank brown hair parted down the middle. On his top lip is a wispy effusion masquerading as a moustache, grown in a stillborn attempt to convey adulthood. The youth is slim with a
"We capture people for sex…this story is for 'Frank'…I like to call it Crème De Menthe…colour between my legs is red…I'm a snapper…she gave me six on the ass…fist fucked my hole after it had been anointed with orgy butter…be near me when I fade away…I guess that is at the root of the following…there's me and two other guys and a chick's head positioned on a waist high rostrum…the head rotates, at its own bidding, like an armchair in the front window of a furniture store…it doesn't leak and belongs mostly to Farrah F and Marilyn C, it has the esteemed feather cut and the wholesome countenance…the untrammelled snow…now the head is perfect, I don't really know how to describe it…it is a great head, superb product…see I can't get out of the thinking the neck has been cauterised, that it has b
My husband got mad because I didn't want to do it and he raped me
My name is Vanessa and I am 28 years old, married for 4 years and a, honestly, little tired of my husband. I have never admitted that until now. I have just gotten tired of him but after tonight I think I am leaving him.
We had a regular sort of night with some friends over for dinner and a few drinks. After everyone left, I was
After waking from a dream that leaves Britney flustered she calls an old friend to release some sexual tension that has been building up between them for four years. An unexpected, furry guest comes along and Britneys reality is turned into a dream as she gets pleasured in ways she didn't know existed.
Waking up the next morning, I was determined to get Laura to masturbate with me, face to face. The pulsing of my insistent cunt gave me no other choice. I had to lay back, and finger fuck myself wildly, letting out a howl of climax as I imagined Laura, doing the same thing right in front of me, my orgasm washing me in a blissful rush of pleasure, befo
My next door neighbors had just sold their house, with 2 children, and a third one on the way, the two bedroom bungalow was getting too cramped. The new owner moved in a few days after the sale was completed, I got a quick look at her, and decided that I would pay a "good Neighbor" call, and welcome her to the neighborhood.
Father and Son have sex......awake for the first time.
The breeding farm is a secret located on a large estate in the country side. I began the farm a few years ago from increased demand for natural insemination from women. My philosophy is to impregnate women clients with my seed. Women are referred by their doctor, their lawyert, and personal application to be considered as a client. After medical tests, counseling, an
