Marilyn f. 3

I was at Marilyn's home the following Sunday. I had made extra preparations before arriving. Today's massage session was going to be a lot more than just a simple erotic massage. The previous week, Marilyn[…]

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A dark night

Alana walked quickly and furtively down the deserted, brooding street that was Spinner’s End. Breathing heavily with each step, she gazed over her shoulder repeatedly, convinced she was being watched. I hate going down this[…]

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The clock

Frank often suspected his wife was masturbating in the shower; she was just TOO happy sometimes, while drying off and getting her clothes on. Well, after today he'd know for sure. He had bought a[…]

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Just one girl…..

Just one girl….. She sat at her computer, in the corner of the lounge, as she often did during her spare time. Just for once she’d disconnected the internet, and she was typing away at[…]

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The master's cabin

The Master's Cabin, Pt 1 My slave, you can see out the window from your place on the St Andrew's cross you're lashed tightly to. Your arms reaching upward, spread wide, legs parted wide, wrists[…]

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