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A Short Skirt At The Movie Theater

My boyfriend's hand works magic at the movie theater

I knew what he wanted from me when he asked what I was wearing to the theater. I rattled off a few options of things I knew were clean -- the jean shorts, the black capris -- and noticed when his eyes lit up at the mention of my pink skirt. “Well whatever...

What I came for

“You really have your penis inside me, Monty.”

“Two reasons.”“Tell me, Gretel."“For the snacks.”“And?”“My peacock costume.”“You didn’t come to this Halloween party to hang out with me?”“Monty, you happened to be here.”“I invited you!”“You did?”“Gretel, you’re the one who told me to wear this Donald Du...

Ivy's College Visit

There was no privacy in her mom's house. So Ivy went on a college visit to have some fun...

It was a melancholy fuck; if there can be such a thing.  It was also intense and passionate. Ivy was on her back in her bed.  The little white silk robe she’d put on after her shower was wide open.  There was nothing modest about it anyway. The fabric cou...

Happy Camping

Horny wife tries to secretly masturbate in a camper shared with another couple

Shelly was sure the others were asleep by now. It had been at least twenty minutes since she'd heard a sound from anyone except for their soft breathing. Mike, beside her, was definitely out. He'd had quite a bit to drink, and after three years of marriag...

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Musicians play music,They write, love and breathe music, Music that people listen to, Words that people hear, Music and melodies that they love and breathe. Musicians, Play music to those with quiet hearts, Write it for them, Love it with them, Breathe it...

Shopping

Two women shopping in an adult store want to try before they buy...

“Let’s try this one.” My feet were already aching as we entered the hundredth shop today. I turned to Amelia and sighed. “I know I suggested shopping but you never said it would turn into a marathon. I want to sit down! Can’t we have a coffee or something...

My New Year's Eve social obligations complete I rest. It is 2012 somewhere. Here I recline naked on my clean sheets in my solitary bed eating strawberries and drinking champagne; listening to the fireworks of neighborhood children. A new voice whispers in...