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Sergeant Bull : Part 2 : Gay story

“By the Hitman”

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Posted in Advice stories

A woman wants help talking dirty to her boyfriend : Advice story

Dear Nina –

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Posted in Interracial stories

Natural Rhythm : Interracial story

Brodie couldn’t dance worth a lick. Most people found this strange. Brodie had been playing in bands since he was sixteen and was one of the best drummers in town. The man knew how to keep a beat when he was behind his trap set but couldn’t make his body move to it when he was on a dance floor. Maybe that’s what attracted him to Jennifer.

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Etta Roses : Erotic story

Although it was warm out, it was at the end of October and the trees on the Cumberland mountains looked like the swirling, crystal colors in blown glass; a mixture of yellows, blues and purples. The sky a deep blue with wisp of clouds intermingled like dry brush strokes on a porous canvas.

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The Last One Standing : Western story

John Brioshe reined his black gelding in and sniffed the air inquisitively. Smoke! The soft spring breeze was blowing down off the mountains from the west. The smoke could be coming from the Sun River. It bent close in several places if he remembered right. This was Sioux country and it paid to remember right or die. At 27 John figured he was a mite young to die. He only hoped that the Indians agreed. The Sioux were just one of many tribes populating Montana. He would just as soon miss them all. He had no friends among the Indians.

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Hard as Chinese Algebra : Interracial story

“I’m never going to understand this stuff!” Marty grumbled, “You’re just wasting your time.”

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Posted in Group stories

Fucking Neighbors: Spring Fling : Group story

I hadn’t meant to fuck my wife’s yoga instructor, but it just kind of happened. I had stopped by about 30 minutes before that class started, to drop off a check and explain that my wife wasn’t going to be able to make it that week, but she looked so damn hot in that tight workout outfit which really emphasized her lush, squeezable breasts, so large for such a skinny and barely five foot tall woman. I must have struck her as inviting as well, because soon our lips were locked and I was peeling that top down off her shoulders, hoisting her tight round ass on her desk, my pants on the floor, her legs wrapping around me and pulling my cock into her moist love canal, it’s muscles clamping like a velvet vise, both of us lost in our frantic, passionate lustmaking. I was on the verge of coming when I noticed, in the mirror behind her, other women looking on us, their faces a mix of aghast distaste and voyeuristic delight. It was far too late to shut the damn door, far too late to suggest a hotel rendezvous, far too late do anything but let loose and squirt my seed into her ever so lovely cunt, as she cried out in release as well. Abashedly, I tried to slink out as it become readily apparent that her entire class, consisting of half a dozen or so of my wife’s friends, had observed us. Oddly, she didn’t seemed bothered – in fact, she seemed to secretly enjoy the audience. But I knew there was going to be hell to pay.

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Triked, Tricked, Trolloped : Erotic story

There are some lovely beaches down in the south west corner of Western Australia. Long stretches of pristine sand dividing the Indian Ocean from the dense forests of tall karri trees. Hundreds of kilometers of unpolluted and mostly unpopulated coastline stretched like a silver ribbon between rockbound headlands. Very nice – except when your idiot of an husband has bogged down the family four wheel drive on one of those deserted beaches. Believe me, there’s no better way of exploring the strengths of a relationship than sharing a shovel on a scorching hot December day, especially when all your joint efforts to dig large holes in fine sand are proving futile. Which was one of the reasons why our marital relationship was sinking even faster than the Suzuki. Not that any of it was my fault.

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23 dollars and my sister : Erotic, Handjob, Illustrated story

“Raise or call?” Tom asked, without looking at the table. He was sure he had the winning hand. He had a full house. There hadn’t been more than two of those the entire night.

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You rock me : Gay story

I’m in an exotic bathhouse.

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All That Fluff! : BBW story

I’m not what you would call a big man; actually, I’m not big at all, body wise that is. Standing ass deep to a tall Indian, I weigh in at a hefty 140lbs, but I’m all man and I have what it takes to keep my sweet cakes happy, very happy. You’ve got it, I am what people call well endowed, hung, packing a nine iron, a big schlong to go along with my exceptional taste in women. Yeah, you’ve got that right too! I love big women, real big women, always have, always will. I am what I like to call a true connoisseur of the big beautiful ladies.

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Posted in Western stories

Captive : Western story

Falling Water paused with his hatchet upheld. He looked around the wagon train at the dead and dying. He saw the sides of a wagon move and realized there was somebody inside. He ran to the wagon and threw open the back. Two women, one young and one older, sat hugging each other in fear.

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A Good Deed Never Goes Unpunished : Western story

“Ratabaugh!” an authoritative voice called from behind a dust-covered figure in a leather vest and levis. John Ratabaugh spun around with his hand on his colt. He relaxed when he saw Lieutenant Murphy.

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Red Smores : Erotic story

My friend Storm came over last night. She’s so much fun. I swear that girl is into everything and up for anything. When we were talking on the phone, I told her that I had just read this book where these two girls were having s’mores on a camping trip, and decided to smear the food all over each other and eat it that way. She surprised me by telling me that it was fun, and that she was going to go to the store and would be over soon.

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Our First Fuck Party : Voyeur story

Our First Fuck Party

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Room Service : Fetish story

His cell phone rang, and he allowed it to ring several times before he answered it, his deep voice measured in tone and speed.

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The Basement Room : Cheating story

Teri woke up in the morning naked and sweating, the heat already oppressive. Her husband had already left for work, and she got up and showered. Except for the sleeping, Teri liked the hot weather, because it allowed her to go around the house naked, and she liked being naked.

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Cyber Lezzies II – Grinding Lust : Lesbian story

My pussy still twitching from a fabulous orgasm, my seat soaked with pussy juices, I typed into the chatroom

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You know I make you wanna scream! : Erotic story

I woke up this morning to the usual blaring of my

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Posted in Smoking stories

Smokers Dam : Smoking story

I looked down the side of the dam. The flood gates were closed today. It had not rained in some time. I leaned over the rail, waiting for my contact. The breeze drove dryly from the south as I watched the occasional cloud wander by in the deep mango-colored sunset. The sun itself had slipped behind the western hills of the valley this dam was nestled between. I was told to meet him here at sunset. Was he late, or was I early. Was sunset when there was no light left to him? I took out a sleek metal case, and pushed a little latch on it, which made it pop open with an almost inaudible click. I rather thoughtlessly reached into it and selected one of the cigarettes contained inside, and rolled it between my fingers absentmindedly for a while, looking at the water far below. I looked at the silver metal case again. I could see my reflection in it. My short blonde hair cut to my neck, and my green eyes almost piercing in this light. I smiled, confident in my appearance for this type of meeting, and I put the case away. I brought out my lighter. One of those metal butane lighters with the copper bead in the mouth of it, which makes the flame turn green. I lit the wind-proof flame and watched it shift color, and lit my cigarette with it.

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Billys Dilemma : Western story

Trace chains rattled musically as the wagons plodded forward. The squeak of badly greased wheels, the plod of hooves, and the occasional creak of a wagon, were the only sounds that the tired pioneers made as they traversed the Oregon Trail. White canvas billowed in the gentle breeze, slapping from one side to another as the wagons sank in a whole, and the wooden skeleton of the structure slashed from one side to another. Dust drifted up from a 143 hooves and 120 wagon wheels. Men sat lazily in the saddle, escorting and guarding the wagons on their slow journey west. Tired men and women sat the benches of the wagon, listlessly holding the reins as they daydreamed of things passed, or things to come. Most dreamed of the riches they would find in Oregon. They were one day out of Ft. Bridger, but already the mundane existence of trail life had settled down over the train.

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Aggressiveness : Lesbian story

I walked into my room one day, I didn’t expect to not be alone. The first thing I see is her laying on my bed naked. Giving me that I want to fuck you right now look. Of course I am taken aback at first. I forget that she knows where the key is, but she hid her car and everything. Before I can even say anything, she is up on her feet, gracefully but threateningly walking towards me. Biting those pretty red lips and lookin at me with those green eyes. She grabbed ahold of me and ripped my button down right off of me. All the buttons popped off making that “pop, pop” noise. Yanks my hat off my head, and throws me against my bedroom door. It slammed shut with my weight being forced upon it. Inside I am not real sure what to do, so I just went with it. I was excited. I had never expected this side to come out of her. Immediately she was kissing me, runnin her nails down both sides of my rib cage. She was biting along my jaw line, and not very gently at that. I could already feel the welts coming up where her teeth had been.

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Three for all : Bisexual, Erotic, Illustrated, Lesbian, Threesome story

“It’s a lodge,” she said quietly.

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Sex At The Movie Theater : Voyeur story

My boyfriend loves to have sex in public places, which really makes me nervous, but I’ll go along with it if I feel pretty safe that we won’t be caught. I’m always rewarded with great sex later whenever we manage to pull something off in public, and thats the best part of it for me.

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The blow job : Office story

I drove away from my house in a hurry, downshifting for speed. As I got near town and started fighting the traffic, I thought about Janet, the chick I was on my way to see. She worked at the record store downtown, and told me when I was there earlier that if I came by at closing, I would probably get lucky!

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