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PA_Mike

How To Eat A Banana

The coffee shop was empty except for her when I walked in. A small coffee and a large banana sat atop her table.

I sat, sipping my coffee. Our eyes met across the room. She smiled, picked the banana up, then bit her bottom lip, holding the banana upside down. The stem between her fingers, gripping it. Her hand wrapped it, then ran slowly up its length. She pinched the top, piercing its skin open, then peeled the skin down, exposing its entirety. Her legs opened -- revealing no panties -- closed her eyes as her tongue swirled around...

krystalg

Battle Cranes: Sim Chamber

On the eve of battle, Charlie needs to get off hard and kinky

Dripping wet between the legs, horny, and in a surprisingly wonderful mood, Charlie skipped down the corridor of her Star jumper. Her gait was light and energetic; her face was smiling, and she only wore a flimsy frock, her physical charms revealed to all. In her swinging hand, she held an apple-sized icosahedron, all twenty sides glowing faintly. She was headed to the Sim-chamber for some recreation. Ununpentium, as Bob...

jack1107

Portland House

Retired Army Officer is offered a job in a Seniors Home

Chapter One Paul had just finished refurbishing the fourth of his flats. He had retired from the British Army last year just after his wife had died. With his pension and his rental income, he could live well. His mobile rang, it was his old Commanding Officer, Colonel George Portland. Paul said, “Good evening sir, what a wonderful surprise. How are you?” George replied, “I am fine, but please call me George. Ann, my wife...

DCUK

Friday Night And I'm Watching And Hoping

The three of us return to my apartment for more fun and I still get to watch

The ancient energy-efficient light bulb of my apartment's lounge has yet to illuminate the room fully, as usual. From where I’m standing, in the hallway looking in, it’s difficult to make out what’s going on. In the shadows of the room, Lennie is looking very confident; his imposing frame takes up most of the space between the wall and my large sofa in the middle of the lounge area. I can make out his cheery face reasonab...