Rooster & May: A love Story

Anon The light of the full moon streams through the windshield, filling the interior of the cab with an eerie, gray-white light. As I lie seductively back in the sleeper, the moonlight filtering through gaps in the curtains casts random patterns of light and shadow over my nude form. My lover sits in the driver’s seat, seemingly oblivious to the delight that awaits him a mere few steps behind. He stares out at the activity in the parking area, the

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Anna’s fantasy comes true

Bigguy Anna felt her stomach clench and churn with nerves, her sickest and most depraved sexual fantasy was about to come true and she was incredibly nervous. She’s also so turned on her waxed smooth pussy is drenched. She’d gotten out her vibrator a dozen times today and had masturbated herself to orgasm over and again at the thought of what she’s about to do tonight. She had had this fantasy for years and she had brought it up with

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Grooming

Sheeladogwoman When Tracy Ann Heywood graduated from her pet grooming course she beamed with pride as her boyfriend Roy took a photograph of her holding her certificate. While she loved animals, she had no stomach for what she referred to as ‘the icky stuff’, so being involved in veterinary care was never her ambition. Besides, many wouldn’t think her bright enough to do a university degree, pet grooming seemed right for her. Tracy is what some may unkindly call an

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A Garage Stray

savaggio I live on the outskirts of good size city in a nice three story townhouse. I’m a professional in my thirties who keeps in good shape. I’m a small girl, just five feet tall, but I’m nicely rounded with breasts big for my size and a pronounced rounded arse. I am working out at just about a daily basis and keep my body looking good. I turned my bottom floor two car garage into a little mini-gym and I

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Jenny’s New Life

doggydt2 Jenny struggled slowly against unknown bonds as she started to awaken. Her legs, arms, and seemingly her entire body is being held securely in place. She opened her eyes, but it’s obvious she’s blindfolded. She couldn’t even yawn, as there seemed to be a gag in her mouth. She swallowed and realized it’s not a standard gag, but a gag with a dildo attached, which felt as if it’s an inch or two into her throat. Even her head

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A Dogging Tale

Sheela B. Life for Farah Dangi, an Indian born UK citizen had become difficult after her divorce. Farah has always been a passionate woman, however, she soon learned men had no interest in her when they learned of her past. Indian men in particular stayed away from her as her divorce had made her dirt in the eyes of the local Indian community. So one day while surfing through some porn sites in her home office, she found a website

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Nikki’s Journey

Ikeman Prologue Nikki lay flat on her back exhaust, sweaty and covered in the juices from her and her lovers. She lay on the large, cushioned mat covering the middle of the “playroom”. As she recovered from her latest mind blowing orgasm, she looked at her lovers as they lay around her cleaning themselves, relaxing, but also very attentive to her every movement. She reached out to touch, stroke and gently thank each of them. As she moved slowly from

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The Good Samaritan

JulieBlue My first experience with bestiality was a several years ago and happened by accident. I was living with my boyfriend who had a house and some land outside of town. He had horses so there was a barn and some small out buildings on his place. While out riding Jake came across a dog and it followed him home, He was a very sweet dog some kind of mix, hound and who knows what, about 26 inches tall and

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The Adventures of a Dog Whore

Rachael Ross (edited) I was in the park, my usual spot for a warm Sunday afternoon. It was nice and clean after a long week of spring rains, everything had turned green and the sky scrubbed blue. Not a cloud in it. And I’d found a good spot near an old beech tree to put my big quilt comforter. It was old and a bit ragged, a classic patchwork of fabrics, hand stitched by my own grandmother before I was

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Brutus

Anon Part of my training in journalism was being taught to keep a journal of my daily experiences and thoughts. The content of each experience was supposedly less important than any reflections you might make later about these experiences. This is one such narrative. My widowed father died when I was twenty-eight, a year ago now. He left me his townhouse and the general estate. It gave me a vehicle and a posh place to stay for that summer with

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