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Movie Night

All characters are over 18. I appreciate feedback on my writing style and plot. ***** Movie night after a long work week is my favorite way to spend a Friday evening. Putting on one of your old t-shirts, taking off that uncomfortable bra, and lounging around in panties after a delicious dinner. I love letting you pick the movie because that means I'll probably fall asleep during it. You always choose something we've already seen and a lackluster plot. I don't mind though, anything you want makes me happy. We sit on the couch, my head resting on your lap. I feel sleep coming to me. Barely aware of what's going on when I feel your hand caressing my stomach. Your finger is playing with the shirt fabric, tracing my belly button. I keep my eyes closed because I know what you are playing at. Your fingers make their way under my shirt. Making small circles on my skin. My nipples get hard anticipating your hand. You start on my left nipple. Pinching it hard. I playfully prete

We Three Pt. 01

Well, it's been a while. I'm back for a smidgen and decided to share with you some stories. This one is a memory just sitting on the shadowed shelf at the back of the library within my mind. In case you were unaware, I'm a little long-winded so if you were looking for a shorter, more pointed story, this is not what you're looking for. If you like details, then sit back and enjoy------ Some of the best memories of my College days were playing football with the guys. We called ourselves "the Magnificent Seven" and the guys were from the law and security program at our city's local college. It was an all-male, house league kind of thing. Not an actual team of course, more like pick up with each school of study having representation. We played most weekends during football season, at any local field we found that wasn't too muddy. Someone somewhere had a schedule and kept track of the standings. I just went where I was told and played when I could. The o

Quest for Cum Ch. 08

Why had she thought it'd be anything but disaster? Cackles of fire laughed at Li as she knelt in the burning refuse of what used to be her village, moonlight barred by smoke from seeing the dead and moaning bodies all around. Those still alive sported fecund bellies and glossy skin. The reek of sex flattened even the acrid stench of smoke and decay. She kept moving despite the tears on her face, hideous body in full control. She was a Monster. The same creatures she'd sworn to end had subsumed her own existence. All those people had confirmed it. Bitter laughter barked from her lips as she scrambled for the dagger. Saliva dribbled down onto the face of who she once loved, their features contorted in unwanted ecstasy just like her mind. Only one path remained open to her, the others were shrouded in icy thorns and darkness. She raised the weapon high, blade aimed for her throat. This would be the end. Instead of cold steel, she felt the familiar corruptive burn turn her woes t

Teaching Demi Ch. 02

This is a continuation of my story Teaching Demi 01. I strongly suggest you read that first before reading this episode. As always, any feedbacks and comments will be appreciated. The story includes anal sex, so if it is not your cup of tea please do not read further. "Ouch put more cream please Dan," whimpered Demi as I tried slipping my erect cock inside her tight arsehole as she stood there bending over that desk again, with her skirt pulled up. Since that fateful day when I confronted her about her work ethics and took her anal virginity, this has become quite a routine almost every day after work. Apart from enjoying this young girl's tight poop chute, I was also loving the control I was having over her. I was consumed with the need to see her bent over submissively on the table as my cock disappeared inside her hot fragrant bowels. Knowing that she went back home to her boyfriend while my cum seeped through her arsehole just made the whole experience more exciting

A Date in Gettysburg

What follows is what I'd call a "light" romance story, with plenty of room for a follow-up. Bethany, sweet, beautiful Bethany Kowalski, she with those gorgeous and mesmerizing purple-blue eyes and that light mocha skin, velvety smooth with nary a tattoo to mar it. She had a secret admirer. Well, not so secret because she knew me. We were distant cousins, and then only though marriage. I was ten years older, old enough to where her parents had called upon me to babysit when she was nine and I was a nineteen-year-old college student. You know how the song goes: "thank heaven, for little girls, for little girls grow bigger every day/thank heaven, for little girls, they grow up in the most delightful way..." Bethany certainly had, twenty-one-years old in 2018, the year this story takes place. I hadn't actually seen her in-person since she was nine. I did follow her on Facebook ever since she signed on just past her sixteenth birthday. She was then a junior in

At the Bar

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