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Kinky

When looking for a little spice, or something not quite considered the "norm"...take a left down Kinky Boulevard! Here is where the action runs wild, and the only thing to expect is the unexpected!
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Dress Me Up

"Bet you want to touch yourself," she croons. She slides one hand down his belly, feeling the shift of skin and muscle, the tension. She lets her hips slide back, almost out of him, and then back in, reveling in the smoothness of the fuck, the way he strains against her but doesn't fight it. "Bet you'd beg to have me touch you. Touch that pretty, hungry cock of yours."

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Drink Up

"He let go and launched himself over, not opening his eyes, not breaking the bond between their bodies for more than an instant. He mewed and burbled as her full right breast sprayed into his mouth at the touch of his tongue. He pinched her left nipple hard, and Kate gasped, reaching up her hands to pull his greying head even closer to her. He settled in for a long, rocking suckle, his right hand drifting now down to the bulging crotch of his suit pants."

Divinity

Bitch Tonight

"I sink to my knees, unbuckle his belt, help him out of his shoes, socks, and trousers. He’s still gorgeous with those long, muscular runner’s legs, abs nearly as tight as I remember, hard pectorals and triceps. A moan escapes me as I glimpse his cock straining against a flash of damp white panty. He reaches for my breasts again, but again I push him away. “I’ll tell you when,” I say sternly."

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Fruit Salad


"I closed my eyes in sheer delight,
Surrounding people no longer in sight.
I parted my legs and lifted my dress,
I wore no panties as you would guess."

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Beautiful, Filthy Strangers

"I sensed that while he was willing to have casual, sexual encounters with strangers, he was nevertheless, unattainable. I knew after that night, I’d never see him again. He would return to Australia to resume his quiet, suburban life, and I’d go back to work still feeling his piss on my thighs. If I played my cards right, I’d feel so much more. Just thinking of it made my pussy tighten and twitch. It wanted him. I wanted him."

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Vacation

"For the life of her marriage, she’d never felt so much as an inkling to stray, the very thought of another pair of hands on her skin made her laugh at the preposterousness of the idea. But in this unseen mob of nubile twenty year olds, with her ribcage heaving , her ass waving at a gorgeous man with a beyond-fantasy cock, she felt like a compulsive gambler riveted by the prospect of risking everything for a once in a lifetime jackpot."

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In Character

"The two women become one of the entwined couples. They embrace and let their soft lips come together, tongues wet and seeking in the gentle, fierce, candy-flavoured kiss. Their bodies are fluid in the flickering light, becoming a stop-motion film of arms grasping and hips pressing together to mate and mirror their sexes. They scratch. They bite. They pull at each others’ hair."

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Gertrude

"I didn’t ask, “Is it real?” as he got me a drink from the kitchen. I didn’t need to -- it had a very ... lived-in look. Black leather strips, about a dozen or so strands. It looked heavy, it looked mean, it looked ... I felt myself quietly go wet staring at it."

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Yes, You Can Be a Leather Feminist!

"Life is rich for me as a devout feminist, bisexual swinger, and Switch with serious sub tendencies. Add to that a professional career in the hallowed halls of academia, marriage to a pro-feminist, Dom-leaning husband, and parenthood, and life is not only rich but full to overbrimming. And I love it that way."

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Amy's Hour

"Her voice is low, and she rolls the ‘r’ so that it sounds like a purr. He recognizes her uniform: dark grey and clinging, scarlet piping, dull metal buttons, with a matching beret. This woman is a guard, and he’s seen her before. She patrols the offices with her male colleagues at ten every night. Today, she’s one hour early."

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