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John Tremont had a hard-on.
Most of the time, since he enjoyed having a hard cock and positively devoted himself to the pleasures of masturbation, John was not at all displeased to find himself with a rampant pecker throbbing lustily in his pants.
This was not one of those times.
For one thing, John was in English class.
For another, …
Read More →In the quaint town of New Orleans, Louisiana, where the air was always thick with humidity and the scent of jambalaya, lived a sprightly 65-year-old woman named Eleanor. She was a mix of French and African descent, with a mahogany complexion, silver hair that cascaded down to her waist, and piercing green eyes that held the wisdom of her years. …
Read More →It has been said that every person has some dark passion buried within his soul — some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface. Such a secret may be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, dark, forbidden passions may be easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modem everyday life. Yet, …
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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The man, who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and …
Read More →“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Paul gave his wife one last
opportunity to change her mind. “I don’t have to do this if you’re at
all uncomfortable.”
“Oh Paul, you’re so sweet!” Sallie stood on tiptoe to hug her husband.
“But this is the perfect solution to our … issues. I’m going to be
eating caviar and drinking …
Charlie was with one of the cutest girls in the 11th grade,
a Junior. Charlie himself was a Senior. He was 18, his
birthday being at just the right time, he had started school
a year late almost. The girl he was with was also 18 having
just turned 18 a couple of weeks before. She was only a
Junior …
My wife, Debby, and I had been married for eleven years. My name is
Larry Walker and Debby and I live in Pensacola, Florida. I came home one
day early and heard Lisa Winslow taking with Debby. Lisa lived next door
and she and Debby visited a lot. “Oh Debby,” Lisa was saying, ” I never
knew what it was …
I first laid eyes on Zazie at a bustling coffee shop in Paris. She was sitting alone, her long, chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, a book open on the table before her. Her eyes, a deep hazel, were fixed on the pages, but I could tell she was aware of her surroundings. I was drawn to her immediately.
I …
Read More →A dozen candles gave a warm, soft light to her
bedroom. A gentle breeze blew in through the open
window, billowing the sheer curtains and making the
flames flicker. Naked, she stood in front of the
window and drew the curtains open wide. She leaned
against the windowsill, relishing the feel of the cool
night air caressing her naked flesh. …
“Do you really think I’m pretty?” Cindy asked, for Steven had
told her she was just as he opened the door to one of Gwen’s bedrooms.
It was a sumptuous affair, with a big king size bed that was perfect for
three people. Jeffrey’s presence did not bother Steven. In fact,
before Cindy had arrived he had been speaking to …
OK, as I discussed in the top of “The Bath –
Response to The Hot Tub (F solo)”, Sevin is now the
proud owner of some new toys, which I think both
scare and excite her. I can’t believe she could have
lived this much of her life and not had any erotic
toys! I had to stick to small …
I am 22 years old, 5’6″ tall, long straight black hair, and I
have an athletic body. I live in the suburbs of Nashville, TN.
Just outside of Nashville is a fairly large public park. This is
where my story takes place.
It was a beautiful spring day and I decided that a little
adventure was in order. I woke …
I first met Ms. Michaels when my roommate, Cindy, and I happened to
run into her walking across campus. My roommate stopped her and
introduced me.
“How do you do,” said Ms. Michaels. She looked friendly enough and
paid attention to me, but there was something that made me uneasy
about her.
That was the only time I saw her …
Read More → The summer was ending and Ken hadn’t been to a _DiSH_ social event since
the Memorial Day Picnic a few months ago. That day was one of the most
memorable events in his recent life. He had joined one of Amy’s risqué games
and had ended up with Jenna, the group’s sexpot (every college class, company
department, and social group …
Suddenly middle aged men were as frisky as teenagers and their women,
whilst initially secretly pleased soon became exhausted through the
renewed attentions thrust upon, and indeed into them. And so they
started complaining.
However you can’t shove the genie back in the bottle and, like nuclear
weapons, it couldn’t be uninvented.
So the drug companies worked on a version …
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