For decades, the ultra-secret agency based in 'Area-69' has shielded the human race from the salacious depradations of an overwhelming legion of lusty, busty, voluptuaries hot to smother the human race between womanly thighs. But not all those within these cold halls can resist the gorgeous temptations sealed within that give a new meaning to the word 'Nymphomaniac'. But there is a shocking, bra-busting price to be paid for those that cannot resist.
In my story The Masseur: Friends and Enemies Ursula refused an order to accept Cathy’s enema in her mouth saying “I would rather fuck a dog!” This is her punishment! PLEASE NOTE: there is Beastiality in this story! If this offends you, please don’t read this story!
We’ve always been drawn to each other. We are twins — one soul split in two. We shared everything: secrets, dreams, breath. Until the day we started sharing desires. Forbidden. Deep. Irresistible. This is the story of how two halves of the same life finally stopped pretending and allowed themselves to love each other the only way that ever felt right — completely, shamelessly, and without limits.
I'd not only been looking up the dresses of my girlfriend's 16 year old daughter, I got into her underwear draw to play with her panties whenever I could. What I didn't know is they both knew it. There were other things I didn't know about them but I would learn one afternoon after school how kinky a mother and her daughter can be. (This story has some basis in fact.)
A Ned Kelly Story Fourth in the Ned Kelly series. Ned carries on doing what Ned does best. He spends his summer holidays in the company of several ladies, most of whom end up pregnant.
Nancy attended a retreat with four other women from her department, including her good friend Mary. Several of the women decide to try nude hot-tubbing after a long day of work. Nancy gets excited about the possibility of being naked with them, especially after she tells her husband what's been going on at the retreat. But her friend Mary has some surprising reactions to Nancy's playfulness. (NOTE: I first posted part of this story as LaurenMom. I've now finished and posted it in full here.)
She was my wife, but she was her slave. It started as a discovery of something new, but had developed into something so much more. And now, was she still my wife, was she only her slave, or were we sharing her?