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The Swappers Next Door

Liv Adams mixed herself a stiff drink. She flopped down in the new living room chair and propped her long, tanned legs up on a stool. Then she looked down at her full, curvy figure and sighed. Liv had on a new, sexy nightgown. It barely covered the rosy hard nipples of her thrusting titties. Liv knew that she looked good enough to eat. It hadn’t made any difference though. Jim had passed out right after he came home from the office, three hours late again, as usual. It didn’t do any good to get...

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Morning Orgasms

They arrived home at 2:30 A.M. after a six-hour, non- stop motorcycle ride. Tired and dirty, they decided to shower together before turning in. They held each other close as the warm water washed over them, kissing and enjoying the face-to-face contact and conversation they were denied on the bike. Although tired, they laughed and rubbed themselves playfully against each other: the 40-year-old half-Armenian bearded malcontent and the 20-something Chinese clarinetist. After shampooing each other, soaping escalated into slow foreplay. He held her against him, her back against him, his cock nestled in between the...

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Taking it in the Shorts

At age sixteen, I became obsessed with making men come in their pants. I still think back with fond (and very horny) memories on my several successes. Such as having my shy date hurriedly drive me home, him pretending nothing was wrong, even though the smell of his semen filled the car (open windows on a cold March night not withstanding). Watching a visible crotch-stain show on the trousers of a prim and fasti- dious Bible-thumper (at a fancy party none the less!). And just the feel of a boy’s body going tense, his rod...

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Erotic verse

Bow down on your knees before me, Naked, your pale skin is creamy, silken, Your long, blond hair a fallen curtain Shielding your light blue lady’s eyes >From your man, your towering taskmaker Who commands you to remain quiet, Your downcast face, submissive, meek; I am your owner, your cruel master, And you my willing, humble slave. Woman, you are my weakness, my slayer, Yet you tremble before me, denied touch, Your low moans begging for sweet release >From the cinched leather straps, restraints I have bound tightly into your tender flesh Cutting bruises on...

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Early shift at a topless bar in town

My name is Judy Hess, but I go by the nickname Tawny. This is the story of my journey down the road to a submissive sexual lifestyle. Some is true, some not, some I imagine will occur. Whatever the case, I hope the readers will be entertained and I hope I can gain some like minded friends on the internet. I have been fooling with e-mail and chat on IRC, PowWow and other mediums for a couple of months. Due to some bad experiences I will want to avoid phone conversations and revelations of my...

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Candyland Cunnies

I guess I have a sense of adventure. Sexual adventure, that is, to distinguish it from all other types of adventure. At least that’s what a guy on the Internet told me. I was doing Internet Relay Chat, which some people call ‘Cherry Chat,’ because, I guess, there’s lots of girls who have slumber parties in the summer time and like nothing more than going on IRC and chatting up perverts while safe inside their daddie’s house. Of course, I had no interest in talking to any perverts, but I did wonder if there were...

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