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The story began in my youth, I was about 18 years old, when a member stood with a stake, sexual fantasies blew up the brain and there was no real way out of sexual energy. My name is Max, in the summer on vacation, I lived with my grandmother in a resort town on the Black Sea, in the morning I went for a walk early and returned late in the evening. In the courtyard we had exclusively patsansky company without a single ...
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The story began in my youth, I was about 18 years old, when a member stood with a stake, sexual fantasies blew up the brain and there was no real way out of sexual energy. My name is Max, in the summer on vacation, I lived with my grandmother in a resort town on the Black Sea, in the morning I went for a walk early and returned late in the evening. In the courtyard we had exclusively patsansky company without a single ...
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“Come in, who's next there,” came the thin girlish voice behind the massive iron door. The young nurse quickly looked at herself in the mirror, straightened her slightly whipped hair with one gesture and stood at the table with an important look. Private Kusachkin, fearfully looking around, entered the office. Seeing in front of him a pretty brunette with small curls on her head and a white coat, he relaxed. - Hello. And my stomach hurts - the first thing that came to mind ...
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Oh, how sweet it is to feel humiliated, subdued, slave. The slave of my mistress. I catch drops in my mouth. The last drops of golden rain erupting from her womb on my face. They are slightly salty. A bit bitter. They are large like summer rain. They are just as warm. No, even hot. Fiery, like jets of molten metal spilling from the caster's ladle.
I admire her slender legs, which like two Eiffel towers hung over me. No, they are not direct. My lady pushed them on ...
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I admire her slender legs, which like two Eiffel towers hung over me. No, they are not direct. My lady pushed them on ...
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Robert sat on the toilet, releasing water from his gut, and hoped that this enema would be his last. Anna told him at the beginning that she was going to completely clean his intestines - and he knew what would follow. He remembered her phrase “exercises to develop an ass” and her devilish look that accompanied these words - and he felt another spasm in his stomach. It would seem that his anus was already thoroughly stretched - so Robert began to worry what else Anna was going to develop it. On the enamelled trolley there were no toys much thicker than four fingers, with which the girl fucked him in the anus before the last enema - so if Anna intended to stretch his sphincter even more ..
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This is my (maks-3x) translation of a fragment of Diane Kizis's short story “Substitute Another Cheek”, the book Behind the Bedroom’s Door (2008 edition, edited by Paula Darrow). In the story, the writer tells about her first experience of strapon sex with a man. Who does not like this - perhaps if the point is not to read further.
I told P. that I bought a strapon.
He wondered if I was joking. I answered negatively. He said he wanted to see him.
I did not want to show him the "harness": colorful belts ...
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I told P. that I bought a strapon.
He wondered if I was joking. I answered negatively. He said he wanted to see him.
I did not want to show him the "harness": colorful belts ...
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A series of stories about a bi-sexual boy who provides sexual services for a fee. Without prefaces, without descriptions of nature and philosophical dialogues. Only situations and sex in them.
About once a week I serve this woman. Woman with a capital letter. For me, she is Mrs. Larisa.Tall, stately, well-groomed, successful, but, for some reason, lonely.
As always, she drove after me, and we drove to her. Today is Friday and she is resting. And I, like, know everything that needs to be done, what would ...
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About once a week I serve this woman. Woman with a capital letter. For me, she is Mrs. Larisa.Tall, stately, well-groomed, successful, but, for some reason, lonely.
As always, she drove after me, and we drove to her. Today is Friday and she is resting. And I, like, know everything that needs to be done, what would ...
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Last year I went to St. Petersburg on vacation. Since the girl, including, for the sake of meeting with whom, I arrived there, I could not meet that day, I decided to contact ... let's say ... specialists on these issues ... The first few phones found on the network did not answered. Even in a couple of institutions, everything was taken. Finally, I phoned a free woman to practice medfetish.
A rather pleasant voice answered me, giving the address, place and time ...
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A rather pleasant voice answered me, giving the address, place and time ...
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The wife sweetly stretched and said: - oh, how I want a man.
I jumped for joy: - I?
But dear snapped me on the nose: - Do not hurry. I left, if I do not find anyone, then maybe you will get off. Get dressed, clean up and wait for me.
When I clicked the lock, I went to my dresser. He took out pink panties, thongs, stockings in the net. He took off all his clothes, went to the mirror. Feet smooth ...
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I jumped for joy: - I?
But dear snapped me on the nose: - Do not hurry. I left, if I do not find anyone, then maybe you will get off. Get dressed, clean up and wait for me.
When I clicked the lock, I went to my dresser. He took out pink panties, thongs, stockings in the net. He took off all his clothes, went to the mirror. Feet smooth ...
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Visiting his wife was Stella.
I met Stella a few years ago. My wife and I have already practiced the chastity belt. But the wife has not cheated on me yet. At least in the open. And we didn’t endure these games even further. Usually I was locked in a belt all week, and on Thursdays my wife arranged for me to defuse. At first it was sex with her. Somehow she caressed me with her hand and I finished it in her hand. My wife laughed and said: “Well, all the cat, this week you got your orgasm. "I ached that so did not ...
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I met Stella a few years ago. My wife and I have already practiced the chastity belt. But the wife has not cheated on me yet. At least in the open. And we didn’t endure these games even further. Usually I was locked in a belt all week, and on Thursdays my wife arranged for me to defuse. At first it was sex with her. Somehow she caressed me with her hand and I finished it in her hand. My wife laughed and said: “Well, all the cat, this week you got your orgasm. "I ached that so did not ...
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So, Stella. I met Stella on Thursday. By this moment I was discharged exclusively in women's clothes. And, of course, licked everything that I let it down. Wife, reaching another milestone, did not back down. In addition, she came up with the game: by Thursday, I had to invent a story about a bad girl who needs to be fed with sperm, to pick up an outfit, and show a miniature sketch about this bad girl. The spouse estimated, and if I tried, then I could finish, for example, sucking her breast ...
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