The ranch ii

The Ranch Part II Lynette and I both talked for awhile about the ranch and up and coming child; we both went to bed and fell fast asleep. I woke up at 5:30 in the[…]

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Middle america

All characters in this story are 18+ Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. My name is Jack and I was born in a small town in Kansas. My dad owned and ran his own store[…]

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Master

She heard his key in the door, swiftly followed by his footsteps coming up the stairs. She raised her head from the dick she was sucking – she thought. He knew she was tonight. The[…]

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Phenom- part 1

Mike helped me put the bar back on the bench hold, and I answered my phone. I greeted. “Rick? It’s Dad. We got the Young’s house for the week in South Beach.” “No way! This[…]

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The gambler

I really hate amateurs. Especially amateurs with guns. If people can’t afford to lose, they shouldn’t play poker. Unfortunately, some people don’t get that. They seem to believe that anyone can gamble and make money.[…]

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Dog sex

I had just finished sweeping off the deck and was preparing to take a dip in the pool to cool off. Tim was taking advantage of the seclusion my cottage afforded by working on his[…]

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Webmeets diary ch. 08

Note to the reader: In this diary I have told the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will[…]

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The vacation

Me and Sophie have been dating almost 2 years. I’m an average guy, but Sophie is stunningly hot – tanned skin, big boobs, and blonde hair and she always has guys’ attention wherever she goes.[…]

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Tracey and the bbc

This was not how Bill had envisioned his weekend. As he approached the house, he thought of how he had just recently blacked out Ashley and had been looking forward to a weekend full of[…]

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Blood red wine

My heels clicked against the damp pavement as I made my way towards the sounds of heavy bass and shrill, girlish giggles. I could sense the lack of inhibitions, the innebriation and the excitement of[…]

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