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She commands me to put my hands crossed on my back. She holds them in place and forces my head downwards. A finger is pushed inside me without a warning. All the muscles in my body tense up. She draws circles as I relax and then five deep slow torturous finger strokes. I feel the walls of my pussy begging me to crumble in a near explosion. ”Not yet kitten,” It’s not a request, it is a stern command. She says as she inserts the two fingers in my mouth. ”Taste yourself kitten” I doubt I can ignore the throbbing between my legs any longer than I have. I feel weak. I can feel my knees collapsing ”Don’t bend your fucking knees kitten. Keep them straight and don’t let me remind you.” ”Yes mistress”

As I pick my handbag to head to her place, I look at myself in the mirror for one more last time. I was satisfied with how I looked; the least I can say is that it was better than most days. I am your regular tees and jeans kinder girl accessorized with sneakers. Yes sneakers, mercy always made fun of that. ”You should find time in between your busy schedule to be a girl. Damn woman” She would say. If she saw me right now, she will be impressed as fuck but that is just a thought. I still...
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Justica prowls the streets fighting crime and protecting ordinary people. It is a lonely life, but fate has thrown her together with another mysterious hero…

It was mopping up time. The anthill of villains had been kicked over and Justica had time for a little cool down, stopping bad guys for the police to arrest. The first one never saw her. A simple punch to the jaw knocked him flat. The second pulled up too late. Justica timed her kick to perfection and he flew through the air to land in a crumpled heap. The third tried to run past, but Justica was too swift. She raised her arm into a clothes-line which floored him and it was over. Moments later she watched from a...
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A cool hand rubbed across her exposed buttock bringing goosebumps to Aprana’s skin. Mia tugged the thong and pulled it away from Aprana’s crack. The rough fingertips with well-manicured nails of her Sir parted her labia lips and jostled her clit.

“Not Everyone Experiences and Inner Monologue Study Finds” read a tweet. “Bullshit!” her inner monologue replied. Mia finished the article and stared at the screen. “How do people function without an inner monologue?” she pondered. Were they that dull, that unimaginative, that boring? Or could they be that… present? How do you move through life without that inner voice constantly narrating your day like an episode of The Wonder Years? She longed to shut off her inner voice, if just for a short time. The constant dialogue which had been there for as long as she could remember could get...
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Christine works a lot, but spends one of her days off doing things she normally didn’t do, like sleeping with her neighbors, and her boss at work for a free lunch.

I lived by myself when I was 19 in a one-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t a bad place, either, which is why I was determined to live there. I made just enough money serving that I could afford it by myself. I picked up every shift I could, often working open to close four or five days a week. The boss man had no problem paying us servers, especially us girls, overtime, because of how little we made on the hour. I had purchased a newer car a year before, and was paying on it as well, but my young, perfect...
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Kira, a new hire at Ms. Long’s Saddle Factory, learns more about the company culture by watching another employee test the Sybian under the close supervision of her sexy boss, Ms. Long.

Kira looked at the contract sitting on the conference table between the two of them. Ms. Long looked up from her phone quickly, and then went back to typing emails, her nails clicking efficiently, albeit impatiently. Kira cautiously pulled the agreement to her, eyeing the highlighted portions immediately. “...Employee consents to behavioral corrections performed at the discretion of their immediate supervisor...” “...In signing this contract, employee notes their agreement to a sex-positive work environment in which sexual activity will be used [at explicit concent] to motivate, celebrate, and discourage performance…” Kira took a deep breath, her C-cup breasts rising slowly....
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A mod college coed notices a pretty hippie girl arrive at a crowded house party and is instantly taken by her. She fights with herself about the unusual nature of her unexpected desire, but happily, her feelings are reciprocated and the two begin to make out, ditching the party when things start to heat up.

The first time I saw you -- really saw you -- was when you walked into the party that one night long ago. "Born to be Wild" was playing loudly on the stereo and the living room was filled with a huge crowd of partygoers moving and shimmying to the music, their gyrating bodies and chugging arms and legs going every which way through the smokey tinge from the various bongs and joints. I think it was the way you were dressed that really caught my eye: while everyone else had their moddest of Mod things on, with their crisply-ironed...
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Two women who meet at a bachelorette party and are instantly drawn to each other. It is a typical story of what it means to meet, to orgasm, and to stay.

I met Jamila at the bar. Well, it was my cousin's wedding. She was an elegant lady who oozed everything desirable. She was dressed in a black dress that clung and hugged her accentuating all the right curves on her body. The upper part of the rest of the dress was made of lace that outlined her breasts in such a way that left little to the imagination. Or maybe it was just me looking for finer details. Her lips thinned in spontaneous smiles that I found myself smiling along to. I stared at her pale hands that held her...
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Claire is willing to serve her Mistress in any way, but will she ever be tied up the way she craves?

“Taui?” Claire said, then, “Ohff!” The first sound was her love-name for her Mistress, Tauimatogi Schwartzkopf. The second sound was forced from her by a thirteenth stroke of the salu, a whip made from the hard central spines of coconut leaves, tightly bunched. The stroke wasn’t hard, but it reminded her: Claire wasn’t allowed to call Taui anything but “Mistress” when she was being punished, and discipline wasn’t over until Mistress said so. She was still naked and bent over their bed, feet apart, arms spread wide. Her bottom, usually pale – when Taui left it alone – was glowing...
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At home, Jackie’s in charge, but at the office, Melissa is. The real question is who can make the other give into their lust first.

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned. "Yes, baby, just like that." She bit down on my neck as she shook, trying to stifle the scream that was about to escape from her mouth. I dislodged her teeth as I moved to leave my mark on her neck. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling the pain that ignites her pleasure. "YES, DADDY!" she screamed. HONK! "Move your ass, man! The light is green." The angry driver in the car behind me yelled. The sound of the man and his car jolted me from the daydream of my date last night. I was...
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What better way to win the morning than with a battle to find out who will orgasm first?

As I sit here, staring at the blinking cursor on my screen, trying to write anything that sounds interesting, I hear the soft purring noise of my lover behind me, a sound that is so familiar. I look to see Andrea turn and reposition herself in her sleep. As she moves, the sheets slip off and expose her breast. The light seeps through the blinds and hits her just right. As if to highlight the glory and happiness I feel when I see them. My mouth instantly waters. I want to roll my tongue around her nipple, nibble, and suck...

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