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Girls Night Out : Lesbian story

Her arse was about three stories off the floor. Simultaneously it was both tight and apple round. I looked at her feet, expecting to see high, high heels and tortured calves. Instead she wore light runners. I thought she might be planning a night of club dancing. My eyes rose back up her body. She was watching me.

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Getting Ready For Daytona Bike Week 2011 : Erotic story

It was the Wednesday before Bike Week 2011 and I was cleaning up the garage after finishing servicing my Harley when the phone rang.

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White Bitch : Interracial story

My name’s Kathy, and I’m 25 years old. I’m a blue-eyed blonde, 5’7, 120 lbs, 36C, 24, 33. My hair is shoulder-length, and I’ve been told many times that I should be a model. Well, I’ve posed for a lot of pictures and made a lot of movies, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself. I live in South Carolina. I want to tell you the story of how I became a black-owned slut. There, I’ve said it, and it’s the truth.

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Pallet Sex : Gay story

The day started out dark and miserable and stayed that way. I was so tired of rain. Don’t get me wrong, I like to strip naked and run through it just as much as the next guy, but come on. We’d had eight days of straight rain. I was beginning to think the sun had left us for green pastures.

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Under The Rainbow Part 1 : Lesbian story

As she slipped on her bra, her skin tingled, sending goose bumps across her chest and arms. Her nipples had already hardened from the rush through the cool air from the shower to her room. After she snapped the front of her white lacey bra closed, she let her fingertips brush against her nipples. As surge of excitement traveled through her little body and for the first time noticed she was nervous about the evening Terresa had planned.

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The Rose Hotel – Chapter 1 : Gay story

The Rose Hotel – Chapter 1

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Clarissas Cleavage : BBW story

I landed myself a woman that most regular guys would run screaming from. Her name is Clarissa and she is one whopper of a big woman, just the way I like them! Fat and all that! Mmmm dayum!

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Afternoons with Mrs K. Ch. 01 : MILF story

This is a story relating the beginning of an affair between a young Englishman and a much older widow. Apart from the names, it is true.

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Snake Skin Boots : Fetish story

I watched her move toward me in the bar. There were just a few people left as the night wore away. The bar was open until dawn, but most people were already gone just after midnight. It was a weekend, and this was a working town, so only a few stragglers like myself, and the lady now walking up to me remained. She looked almost vampiric in her attire and her appearance. She seemed both sexy and sinister, as she strode across the broken peanut shells and the occasional napkin to my seat, and stood there before me, regarding me in silence. I looked up at her, inspecting this lady who had just walked up to me so confidently. She was a little shorter than me, lean, but strong and healthy looking, full of life. She had a beautiful face, unmarred by makeup, except for perhaps powder. She was very pale, adding to that night-mistress look to her. She wore a black velvet vest over a black silk blouse. Her hips were embraced tightly with a leather miniskirt, jet black in color as well. She wore a slender silvery belt that hung loose against her hip, obviously more for show than for holding that skirt, which looked almost painted on, up to her body. It wasn’t going to just slide down, belt or not. She wore a black collar, made perhaps of velvet as well, over something more firm. Leather, or even metal, I could not tell. There was a d-ring on the collar. But, what got my attention the most was her boots. All my life, I have had a thing for those thigh high boots… and the ones she wore were of my favorite variety… lacing from the ankle all the way up the front. Not surprisingly, these were also black, and appeared to be snakeskin. The scales were very shiny, gleaming under the lights that splashed over my table. I looked down at her boots for a bit more, rather captivated by them, and she suddenly brought the chair across from mine out from the table, and put her foot up on the chair, raising the boot, for closer inspection.

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Mr Spraycan – case 1 : Blowjob, Erotic, Illustrated, Outdoor story

Ms Amelia Bulower: “No . . . no. It’s all very difficult to explain. I don’t think you’d have believed me if I told you about it.”

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Traci the Maid : Shemale story

Traci had gotten a job as a maid in a rich man’s house. She looked just like any

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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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The Pool Man : Group story

“…1754 Gleason,” the radio dispatcher said. “It’s a new account, Phil, a very rich account.”

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Moving day : BDSM story

After Lisa had accepted the collar from Joe the plans were made to move her into his place. She left behind most of her things except a few personal items that she couldn’t do without. The idea was for her to start her life over fresh again. Joe had bought her just about everything that she needed. He had taken her out and bought a whole new wardrobe built to the specifications that he demanded. The skirts were tight and short.

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Hispanic Realtor : Interracial story

Hot and sweaty from yard work, Ralph answered the phone on the fifth ring. His realtor, Midge, said that she had a hot property for him to look at, if he could do it today. The timing was bad. She was leaving town, and then he was leaving town. Ralph was afraid he would lose out if he wasted time. Midge got another realtor, Juanita, to show him the house, but only if he could leave immediately, sweaty clothes and all. Ralph agreed.

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xena and gabrielle an endless hell : BDSM story

This story came to mind during the more dull hours of my work

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Webmeets Diary Ch. 07 : Erotic story

Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others’ privacy, and also because they don’t matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I’ve done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters. This chapter and chapter 5 tell only of heterosexual encounters.

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Vicksburg : Western story

Cannons roared in the distance. Black pillars of smoke arose in the south, marking the boundaries of the once great city of Vicksburg. A brisk wind blew the weeping willows, causing them to moan gently. Horses cried, cattle bawled. Whistles and shouts accompanied the Union cowboys in the nearby pasture.

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The Fog : Part 1 : Fantasy story

William Decker, a 19 year old college student, yawned and rubbed his tired eyes. The drone of his powerful V8 engine was humming him to sleep. The adventurous nature of the trip had sustained him during the first leg of his journey, despite 14 continuous hours of non-stop partying the night before. But, now the newness and adrenalin were wearing off. He opened a pack of no-doze and took two tablets. He shook the coffee thermos and found it empty. He needed to stop.

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Honey Glazed : Erotic story

I sat down in the chair, and she carefully, slowly tied my hands behind me, so that I could not move, as she undressed, letting me watch. Julie had shown me all kinds of interesting and fun sexual games, but this one was new to me. She placed her clothes on a table nearby and stood there, nude, her full, lovely breasts capped in perked, interested nipples, light tan in color. Her auburn hair was bound in a bun, to keep it out of the way, for a reason that was about to become obvious to me. She gave me a long, appraising stare. Tied to the chair, I was already nude, my member starting to come fully to attention, as she drew closer. She took a bottle off the table, and then lowered herself to her knees in front of me. She squeezed the bottle, honey spreading over her hands. I swallowed softly. This was what she meant by having some ‘sticky fun’ with me?

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The Overland Stage : Western story

“Bugles! That damned bugle,” Robin cursed quietly. “Why is he always blowing that damned bugle?” she asked to the empty, rocking stage. It was dark outside. The dusty interior was filled with baggage and Robin Petosa. Robin was trying to make her way from Cincinnati to Los Angeles to live with her uncle. The trip to St. Joseph had taken 9 days, the trip from St. Joseph to there had taken 4 days so far and she was still in the middle of the desert. She could take the bouncing, the dust, and the bad food, but why the bugle?

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The MatchMaker Bandits – The Great Hippocrates Robberies Part 1 The Patient : Erotic story

The Great Hippocrates Robberies

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The Sexy Hangwoman : Erotic story

Andrea Fuller has become totally fed up with her secretarial job. She’s tired of the B.S. and she’s tired of being a part time waitress for her pot bellied boss and his ogling eyes. She’s a hot looking 24 year old dirty blonde with an hour glass figure topped with a 24 D rack. She feels the world is passing her by and she wants to do something exciting. She’s yearns for a career change and has looked at everything from private investigator to airline pilot. One day she notices an ad that catches her attention. It’s an ad placed by the state prison for a new executioner. Hmm, I wonder?. She immediately places a call to the prison and speaks to the warden. ” Yes my dear we are looking for an new executioner, the last one got himself stone drunk and hit a tree on his way to the hanging, but why are YOU answering this ad, I mean, you are a woman”. ” Yes warden I am, is there any reason why a woman can’t be an executioner?”. The warden doesn’t quite know what to make of it. he wonders if this might be a crank call . ” Well my dear other than yourself we’ve had no response so if you’d like to come in for an interview that’ll be fine”. Andrea arranges to meet warden Jennings the following day. When she walks into his office he can barely believe his eyes. Expecting a mean and scruffy bowlegged woman with a ring of blubber around her waist he’s astounded at the sight of the sexy 24 year old abe sitting in front of him with her shapely legs crossed under a tight skirt and 3 inch spikes. After a a bried get to know each other chat the warden asks her when she can start. ” Well I suppose I can start right away warden but I must tell you that I have absolutely no experience. Hmm, that could be a problem, we have a prisoner who is supposed to go to the gallows day after tomorrow and the execution cannot be postponed, not much time to learn the ropes” ” Well actually I have had some experience with ropes warden, I often tie up my boyfriend before I fuck him and in all times I’ve done so he’s never been able to free himself, you see, I used to be a girl scout” The warden leans back in his swivel chair and throws his arms in the air. ” Perfect, the rest you will learn as you go along, let me show you the execution chamber”. After Andrea is shown around she goes home a reads all she can find on the fine art of hanging . ” Hmm, nothing to it really she tells herself, after I’ve strung up a dozen or so I should have it down pat. The following day she meets 34 year old Dave Lansing,the man she’ll be hanging the next morning. One of the guards has brought in a weigh scale and Andrea instructs Dave to stand on the scale as she takes notes. Lansing can’t believe his eyes. ” YOU are the new Hangman?” ” Actually I prefer HangWOMAN”. ” Yeah okay but I’ve never heard of a female hangman before, how much experience have you had?”. ” Oh lots, don’t worry. Dave Lansing weighs in at 203 pounds and stands 6.1. According to her crash course in the fina art of hanging she decides on a 6 foot drop. The following day at 9 a.m a nervous Dave Lansing hears footsteps coming. These footsteps are unlike any he’s heard before at the prison. CLICK CLICK CLICK. As the burly guard opens the celldoor Dave anxiety is momentarily eased as he stares at the shapely legs in the clicking high heels. ” Good morning Dave, sleep well ?”. ” No, I didn’t sleep at all I’m so nervous” ” Well I suppose that’s understandable, so, do you have any last request?”. ” Can I have a cigarette?”. ” You really shouldn’ Dave, smoking is very bad for your health, how about a shot of whiskey instead ?” ” Yeah okay, a shot of whiskey”. Andrea sends the guard to get the whiskey and tells him to bring 2 glasses. ” Oh, you’re gonna join me are you ?”. Sure Dave, think it’s important that we get to know each other a little first don’t you ?”. ” Absolutely, I mean, I’m in no hurry”. It only takes a moment for Dave to kill the first glass so Andrea pours him a second while she gulps down her own. After 2 more glasses Dave turns to her and says, I’m starting to get the impression that you’re more nervous about this than I am’ ” Well dave, I feel that I should be honest with you, you’re my first”. ” Oh,well thanks for being up front with me”. By now Dave is half in the bag and Andrea isn’t far behind.” Dave raises his glass and says, “here’s the best looking Hangman there ever was”. Andrea raises her glass and says, ” Thats HangWOMAN darling” ” Oops, my mistake”. ” Now Andrea you’ve been really sweet so far, any chance I can ask you for another teeny weeny request?”. ” Well I don’t know Dave, that all depends”. ” Well I was wondering if we can send the guards away and maybe you and I can have a quick romp in the hay”.” Hmm, I’m afraid not Dave, but perhaps there’ something else I can do for you”. ” What?”. ” I have something in mind for later, but now we really need to get started so stand up and put your hands behind your back “. Dave is a little shakey as he stands up and turns around. Andrea ties his hands and instructs him to follow her to the execution room. As they enter the chamber Andrea tells the guards to wait outside. ” It’s okay, I’ll call you if I need you”. As the guard closes the door Dave suddenly leans over and kisses the sexy Hangwoman on the cheek. ” Hmm, feeling a little frisky are we?”. ” Hey doll, I’ve been walking around with a hard-on since the first time I laid eyes on you, now what was it you had in mind when you said later?”. ” You’ll find out,but first we have to get up on the scaffold. After consuming a half a bottle of whiskey Andrea has to assist him up the thirteen steps to the gallows. As they get to the top Dave suddenly stops in his tracks as he looks at the menacing rope suspending from the heavy crossbeam. ” Oh shit, I almost forgot about that, so you really gonna hang me?”. ” Yes Dave I’m very sorry but I’m afraid I must”. Andrea takes Dave by the arm and gently positions him on the trap. ” Jesus Andrea, where did you learn to tie knots like this? I’ve been trying to work my hands free ever since we left the cell”. ” I used to be with the girl scouts hon”. Andrea picks up a short leather strap from the small corner table and fastens it around Dave’s ankles. Dave Lansing takes a deep breath and says, ” well, I guess this is it huh?”. Andrea smiles and replies, ” no honey, I told you there was something else remember?”. ” Oh yeah, I almost forgot” The big bulge in Dave’s pants hasn’t escaped the Hangwoman’s attention . She slowly unzips his pants and pulls out his hard cock. “mmm, nice, such a waste” Her hand on his throbbing cock feels like heaven to him . She strokes him vigorously as he moans with ecstacy. When she grabs his balls they fill her hand. Finally she goes down on her knees and wraps her warm lips around Dave’s cucumber cock. He’s never experienced anything like this before and by now his mind is a million miles away from what is about to befall him. Andrea keeps working his cock until his cum splatters all over the Hangwoman. As Andrea stands up she asks him, ” How did you like your last request?”. Dave still moaning responds, ” unbelievable , and to think I was worried about this hanging, we should do it again sometime”. Andrea smiles and says, Yes darling we should, now be a good boy and stand still” Dave is still savoring the moment as Andrea pulls the black hood over his head and places the noose around his neck. Before she walks off the trap towards the lever she kisses him . Although his face is covered with Dave can feel her luscious lips pressing against . He’s breathing hard as the Hangwoman walks to the lever and takes hold of it with both hands. She takes one last look at her victim and say’s ” bye darling, sleep tight“. She then pushes the lever forward plunging Dave into eternity. The sound of the trapdoor slamming against the structure bel
ow is followed by a sharp sound resembling that of a dry twig snapping as the rope goes taut.The unmistakable sound of a cleanly broken neck. Suddenly the whole room becomes quiet except for the creaking rope turning slowly. She looks down and sees Dave’s lifeless body suspending 3 feet above the floor. Andrea loves her newfound profession. The End.

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Anonymous Invitation to a Party : Erotic story

I get a lot of odd jobs, handyman type stuff from several different people, most often from someone who owns a house that he rents out, usually to college students.

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A Lonely, Lusty Housewife : Erotic story

Elaine cursed as the dirty water in her sink festered instead of going down the plughole as it was meant to do. It had been over an hour since she had last checked and the greasy slime trail of the original water level around the sink was less than half an inch above where it was now. She would have to get a plumber in.

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