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Princess of pain, medieval sex story

To her brother, Phillip, the king had said, as he'd stood beside the heir to the throne, on one of the palace's many balconies, "One day, my son, for as far as your eye can see, in whichever direction you look, all this shall be yours, just as your w ..continue reading

Middle age woman educates a young peasant

My Dad hired some itinerant workers who stopped in at the remote hamlet, all of thirty five people, three kilometres from our 82 hectare farm to work on some outbuildings round our dilapidated house. He lived on one floor to suit his ill health. I di ..continue reading

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Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, we find people are tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and women throughout the ages. While Americans today are leading "the good life", enjoying materia ..continue reading

Oral sex xxx

An innocent virgin gets her first taste of sweet, sweet pleasure before she explodes into a hot, creamy mess. He pushes her up against the wall, encircling her stomach with his strong hands which slowly stretches up toward her breasts. She lets out ..continue reading

The red lipstick

Ruby looked at her reflection in the mirror and felt a thrill whizz through her. She had managed yet again to bag a new date, her third that week and it was only Thursday. Looking at her reflection she marvelled at how plump and luscious her lips wer ..continue reading

Every blowjob has its place

I'm getting aroused in advance of Fellatio Friday and the thought came to me, everything oral has its own context. For example, I reunited with my sometime lover, Jon, last weekend. I hadn't been in bed with him for nearly two years, but it was ..continue reading

The Secret Sharers (Two girlfriends share a long buried secret)

Who are these women? Could either of them be me? I look at this scene through the eyes of a girl waking up from a slumber party. I look with innocent eyes. Eyes that say, this could be me. This has been me. Giggling girls. Sleep away camp. An overnig ..continue reading

Sleeping Natasha

I only ever screwed Natasha once, but boy was it a doozy. She was 19, short, slim with strawberry blonde hair, a pretty face, not much in the chest area but an arse you could crack walnuts on. I got to know Natasha through mutual friends, and got ..continue reading