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The Magic Girls 3 - Veronica's Secret

Cindy was having a very difficult time accepting who she was and where her life was going. Cindy sat on her bed in the late morning with her legs folded over. She just sat there and tried to grasp the last few months of her life. Her friend Hannah had paid her a quarter million dollars just to quit her job and stay at home, among other things. So for the past month, that's what Cindy had done; stayed at home. She had little to no contact with the outside world, and had not seen Hannah since her last amazing day of work. It was over these months that Hannah had even helped Cindy perfect her body to that of a super model or a porn star.

Dirty Diana

"I decided that night to never again hide her. I had release her and hope he would not judge me or run from me. I had to force him to accept this piece, this intricate part of me I buried deep inside and played the homely wife. Never again after tonight." - Dirty Dana"Help! Somebody help me!" Michael's breathing was deep and full of the unknown. His breathing was laced with fear. He struggled against the restraints that were secured around his wrist and ankles bounding him to what seemed to be a chair. The blind fold was tight around his eyes; he could only see the extremely dim lighting of what seemed to be the fireplace.

The Magic Girls 2 - Day Dreaming

It was almost ten at night when Cindy stepped into her apartment, tired from the day's work. She had been running around all day since eight in the morning, and wanted nothing more than to just go to bed and sleep a long gloriously sleep. She didn't even bother to turn the lights on her apartment or check anything at all. She merely stepped into her bedroom, dropped her purse and suit jacket onto the floor. Sleeping had slowly become Cindy's favorite thing to do over the course of the last month, and Cindy wasted little time in getting into bed. She stripped down to her tiny blue panties and slowly pulled on an old T-shirt over her C-cup breasts.

The Magic Girls 1 - Revelations

Cindy lived alone in an apartment in the middle of the city. She had moved there with her former boyfriend after she left college, and almost forgot all about her crazy party-girl dorm life. Cindy was notorious for being outgoing, sleeping around, and staggering back to her room drunk. It was that dorm room that she had shared with Hannah. Now Hannah wasn't the hottest girl or much of a party girl. Cindy always caught her simply reading or sleeping, if she ever saw Hannah at all. For a while, Cindy felt as though she lived in that dorm room alone due to Hannah's constant absence. Cindy always assumed that Hannah was out with some boyfriend she never met.

Debbie Do Part Two

When I arrived home that evening I had forgotten that Rene was going to be there. Rene was familiar with the hours my job had me keep so no questions were asked. However I had to be mindful that Debbie's saliva and my come may still be obvious on my dick so it was time to be proactive. Rene was the complete opposite of Debbie. Five foot nine, with a shapely large heart shaped ass, and small perfectly formed tits with nipples that became very long and erect with the slightest attention. She rose from her chair and said, "Long day huh. Let me fix you a drink." As she walked to the bar I saw my chance. Rene had showered and was wearing my light blue robe.

A hard ride on a train journey.

Hi I am Suzie; I have just turned nineteen, and am taking my first holiday on my own. I am travelling Europe by train and having the time of my life, an adventure in so many different ways. I would like to share with you one such adventure an encounter on a train travelling though Germany one a hot summer's night. I had the carriage to my self, and given the sweltering temperature; I had stripped down to my undies to sleep. I managed to sleep for a couple of hours when I was awoken by the some very heavy breathing. Slowly coming too I realised I was now sharing the carriage with two teens about my age. The boy was clearly having a very erotic dream; his cock had extended beyond his boxers and...

Afternoon Coffee

So, it was just like any other day. I was at work when I got her text. "coffee?" "sounds good. I get off work in an hour, see u then." "k" I pull up into the driveway an see her walking inside, having just taken the kids to school. I let myself in, for this has become something of a ritual of ours. To have coffee every Wednesday, an to catch up on family gossip, and rant an vent to each other. Like I said, today started just like any other day. Coffee and gossip. I wasn't to shocked when she came up behind where I was sitting at the table and leaned over to softly kiss the side of my neck.

Rough Hands

Mmmmm, yes I've got a thing for a working mans hands. All rough and callused, sliding over my soft skin. Especially on my neck. Starting at the back of my neck, sliding around to the front. His hand gripping my throat, softly applying just a little pressure. His work roughened hands scraping my skin. His thumb on my jugular , the rough callouses biting into the sensitive flesh.  His other hand sliding down my chest, fingers spread. I feel each callous as it grazes my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. Shivers of pleasure course down my spine.  His hand on my throat still, he tip my head back and kiss along my jaw till he reach my lips.

cat got the cream

Desperate for some pussy play with a woman after six month exclusive heteorsexual fling (redacted). To get myself hot I headed for the gym, sun shining and spring finally in the air. From the crosstrainer I have a clear view from the gym window, down to the pool below. My forty minute programme passes quickly as I scan each and every body whilst deciding whether I'd have sex with them. I always fancy more women than men, their bodies can be achingly beautiful and I become aroused in my appreciation of their muscles, thighs and shoulders, waists, bottoms and tits...I always feel randy at the gym, ever since that time a couple of years back....

Going solo but not alone.

Woody Allen quote: "Don't knock masturbation; it's sex with someone I love" has a deep resonance with me. I am Katie LaSalle and I am studying Social Anthropology at Uni. It is fair to say that I am addicted to sex and have been so for a long time. I enjoy fucking boys and girls or if the opportunity arises both at the same time. However nothing beats making love to myself. Anything from a quick wank in the toilet to a long ride on my Sybian. Saturday is a special day for me. I make quick visit to the hairdresser and the local shops to buy any supplies I need, then the rest of the day is for myself. Twelve long hours of me time.