Miranda is a beautiful 21 year-old Vietnamese girl with a slender, lithe body and legs that make men turn their heads whenever she passes by. While she’s doing her best to further her goals as a model, she has dreams of one day being a doctor. Currently, as part of an internship program at her high school, Miranda is an assistant technician at a dentist’s office, helping the dentist during routine procedures and more important oral surgeries. It’s not exactly what she wanted for an internship, but it’s the next best thing to being in the medical profession, so she’s happy.
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A young college student meets his new neighbor , an attractive MILF, and a crazy adventure begins
My name is Luke. I am 21 years old and a student at UCLA. After a long day of studying and boring lectures, I’m officially on Spring Break! I’m done with school for a week. I am looking forward to spending time with my friends in Mexico! I quickly get my bags in my dorm, already packed, and I head home back to San Diego. My family won’t be there. They’re on a cruise island hopping throughout the Caribbean. I was a little jealous and upset that my parents forgot to invite me. I quickly got over it when my friend Jacob invited me to Cancun to stay at a resort all week for break. I planned on going home for the weekend to do a couple of chores and get ready for my trip next week. My parents want me to mow the lawn, wash the cars, and paint the shed in the backyard before I leave for Mexico. I honestly don’t mind because I haven’t been back home in months and I’m getting paid to do it. Good money too that I could use for my trip.
Surviving the Divorce
“What do we need to talk about, Dear?” I asked, though I had a inkling.
“Your ex-wife, Gary,” Patricia said, seriously, but with an odd twinkle
in her eye.
“That promises to be rather an involved discussion,” I replied, “so do
you mind if I relay my news first, before I forget again?”
“I suppose, as long as it doesn’t take too long.” She draped herself
elegantly over one of the chairs, graciously inviting me to the one next
to it with a wave of one slender hand. I swear to God, that woman was
born in the wrong place at the wrong time! She seemed to have been bred
to be royalty!
“So what’s the big news?” she asked, pouring me a glass of scotch, neat,
the way I like it. Continue reading Surviving the Divorce
French Roulette (FF/M, oral, anal, light bondage)
“A Pair of sixes.”
“Three sevens.”
“Full House. Queens over threes. Pay up, Andrea.”
Agonizingly slow. Still, closer and closer. Both had
lost (first their left, then their right) spike
heeled sandals. Their deliberate card playing and
movements made those losses seem like hours ago.
Nevertheless, the sight of their shapely legs,
lovingly caressed by their ultra sheer hose, anchored
my attention. Their petite feet were expertly
pedicured. Their fingers perfectly manicured. Very
minimal make-up was expertly applied. The barest
hints of their perfume fogged my brain, which swam
with visions of things yet to come.
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Backdoor lovers
There is a lot of timing and luck involved in getting the chance to
watch your wife suddenly turn it on for another man. Brad, a 42-year-old
professor, had that chance to see his 20-year-old wife perform at a
convention at an upscale hotel in Miami. Dawn wore a very revealing
black dress that evening. It was shorter than anything Brad had ever
seen her wear in public. Being that this was a formal dinner and dance
with potential professional contacts, he was reluctant to have her wear
it at first. But Dawn, who had a shapely but very petite 104 pound body,
seemed to be very comfortable and confident in the tight, low-cut dress. In fact, seeing his wife in the dress stirred some reoccurring fantasies 
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White Wedding – wife sharing
A friend of mine whom I’ll name Randy called me up to tell me he was
getting married. The bride’s parents were rich. The wedding would be
held in the back yard at their country estate. It was a small house
to them, a mansion to anyone else.
“I wanted you to be my best man — or woman in this case,” Randy
explained. “But Missy wouldn’t go for it. All I could convince her
was for you to be a grooms man. I mean grooms woman.”
“You’re so whooped,” I replied. “I would have loved being the best
woman but I will settle for grooms woman. I hope Missy is worth it.
Do I get a tux?” 
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Novel of Anal sex 1.
“How does a fellow get to be gay? I might not know all of the ways or the proper explanations, but I know of one way that’ll turn anybody gay and that’s to be married to a chick like Ellen. Yeah, Ellen, that’s the bitch’s name. I ought to know, because I was married to her for almost three years, and a hell of a marriage it was. Maybe I wouldn’t have made the mistake if I’d known more about women at the time that I married her, but I didn’t. Hell, she was the only woman I’d ever been to bed with more than once. I’d balled about four cunts before I met up with her but they were all one-night stands. Ellen, she seemed a little different and I guess I fell for her act.
“You know, people believe a lot of stuff about artists, about how we all don’t do much except slap paint on canvas and ball every babe in sight. Maybe that’s true for some artists, but I never knew one that it fitted. For me, anyway, after I’d been standing in front of an easel for five or six hours in a row, sweating my balls off and trying to figure out some way of getting what was in my head down onto canvas, I wasn’t ready for anything but a long time in the sack. And I do mean alone! I thought painting was damned hard work and I’ve never known a painter who didn’t agree with me on that, if on nothing else.
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Fantasy, Anal and Erotica
I sat on the bed, and viewed the marvel before me, close enough to reach out and touch. A sweet oval face, framed by long blonde hair. Long blonde eyelashes too, around massive pale blue eyes, sparking with life and personality. A button nose. Thick, pink, kissable lips. Moving down, a slender neck, high collarbones, and oh, such breasts! Large – maybe the size of grapefruit – and perfectly shaped, hanging deliciously from a pale chest.
Further down, a smooth belly, tapered to a narrow waist, with the slightest wisps of the longest golden locks poking out to either side. Then wide, flared, feminine hips.
And just at the meeting of long, lithe, shapely legs, a proud, erect penis, mirroring mine a few feet away from it. Hanging just below the engorged member, the unmistakeable wrinkled skin of a scrotum, slightly distended by the testicles it contained.
I looked back up, from those male genitals, across the perfect feminine body, to those shining eyes. I saw the hope and fear at war there, the desperation, the entreaty. And I made my decision.
Sleeping with Beauty
I was late, of course. By the time I arrived at the court, I was greeted by an eerie silence, walking through rooms and rooms of people sitting, slouching, laying, all of them sleeping as if frozen in time. I slowly paced the long hallways, quiet rooms and courtyards, stripping off more and more layers of my gown until I was completely naked, enjoying the freedom, the feeling of a cool, light breeze on my breasts, safe in the knowledge that nobody could see me now as I set out to enact my revenge.
It started many years ago. The king and queen had tried long and hard to conceive, and despite all their efforts, the queen remained . Fearing the ever-growing unrest of her husband and being cast out on suspicion that she might be barren, she grew more and more desperate. And so, late one autumn night, I heard her faint tapping on my door.
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