Marcy Morris was looking forward to the naughty evening that she and her
handsome husband, Jim, had planned. Marcy loved to fuck, and her husband
loved to watch her get fucked, which was very convenient. Like Jack Spratt
and his wife, licking the platter clean, she figured. They never had any
trouble finding guys to fuck her, because Marcy had the face of an angel,
the body of a porno queen and an insatiable sexual appetite.
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“The Artist” by Chiaroscuro
It is her turn in the pink upholstered chair.
Her body, rigid a moment ago at the peak of her passion, has passed
into a state of apparent bonelessness. She is sighing vocally but
weakly. She makes no move to lower the skirt wrapped around her hips.
Her legs are still spread wide by the bulk of his form, but her knees
sag inward and her hands hang open, limp, at the sides of the chair.
As a shudder rocks her one last time, he sits back on his heels,
licking his lips and smiling.
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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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Female Dominant/Male Submissive
The first grey shadows of the February night were beginning to
darken the street when they finally made their vehicle. Michael
reflected that if he needed any verification that Vicky was
exhausted, her silent acquiescence to riding in the chair was all
the proof he needed. Well, three hours in the morning with the
occupational therapist and four hours in the afternoon with the
physical therapist would do that to a body. He was tired just
having to watch her go through all that, but then, it was always
hard watching the one you loved suffer.
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Sex trip at the school
As soon as Mark had told me now to dress, I was worried.
My shortest skirt was extremely short and I had only worn it once. It was a
faded red color, made of very thin denim material, but not thick like jeans
or anything like that. I had bought it at a thrift store when cruising
shops with a guy I had been seeing some time back. It had only cost a
couple of dollars. When I tried it on for him after we got to his home, we
were both amazed at how short it really was. I swore I would never wear it
in public. After some time had passed I had forgotten about the skirt and
on Valentines Day I asked him if there was anything special he wanted me
to wear that evening. He talked me into wearing the faded red skirt and
even into going out with him to a bar he had been wanting to go to where he
could shoot pool.
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Sex with a brunette
Dissy was (and still is) a pretty brunette with gray eyes, an
appealing, healthy body and an irrepressible sense of fun. She had
just recently finished her dissertation and gotten her degree, and was
working part-time for a trade association while she evaluated her
career options. She was currently mulling over a sales position. Even
if that wasn’t what she had planned to do when she grew up, she was a
natural — everyone who knew her agreed to that.
