Carolyn awoke feeling breathless, yet somehow satisfied and
very refreshed.
“My God! What a dream,” she said. It was so vivid! She
stayed quiet for a moment, trying to remember the dream’s details
before they were forgotten. She must have been in the ‘Wizard of
Oz,’ because she could distinctly remember a woman’s voice
cackling and saying, “I’ve got you now, my pretty!”
What an odd thing to dream, being molested by the Wicked Witch
of the West!
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Author: sexandporn
Backdoor lovers
There is a lot of timing and luck involved in getting the chance to
watch your wife suddenly turn it on for another man. Brad, a 42-year-old
professor, had that chance to see his 20-year-old wife perform at a
convention at an upscale hotel in Miami. Dawn wore a very revealing
black dress that evening. It was shorter than anything Brad had ever
seen her wear in public. Being that this was a formal dinner and dance
with potential professional contacts, he was reluctant to have her wear
it at first. But Dawn, who had a shapely but very petite 104 pound body,
seemed to be very comfortable and confident in the tight, low-cut dress. In fact, seeing his wife in the dress stirred some reoccurring fantasies 
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Teacher next door
I kissed the parking brake that had been in my pussy’ my cunt’ earlier, and
climbed out of the car. Mark was already waiting for me. There were no
cars in the parking lot, it still being over two weeks before the school
year began. Tomorrow, being Monday, the first of the administrative staff
would begin showing up to prepare for the upcoming school year. My first
meeting would be on Wednesday. I was thankful that no one was there, as with all the buttons missing from
my blouse, the only thing that kept my breasts’my tits’from falling out was
the knot I had tied. As it was, anyone standing in front of me or to the
side would get a pretty good view. As I walked up to the door, clicking along in the high heels which did not
fit at all with the extremely short denim skirt, I could feel my’tits
jiggling and bouncing the entire way. It made me think of the term that was
used for one of the television networks in the late 70s.
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Private Dancer
This story takes place in Munich Germany, at an
establishment called the Pink Pussy~. This location; a
“very private” club that caters to a special clientele.
Socially and sexually sophisticated jet-setters visit
this private club whenever they might be in town. There
are other places like the Pink Pussy~ around the world,
but none quite as entertaining as this particular one. Gretchen is a Private Dancer. She’s had many
experiences in her young life, but the one she
describes here, is one of her favorites. 
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How a Slut found True Love
I am writing this at the request of my lover Jim It’s a strange story how
we met and how we discovered that we were made for each other. He loves the
Idea of sharing me and this is just one more way I can share myself with
other men
So I guess I’d better tell you a bit about me first. I am 41 years old,
and most people say I look ten years younger. I was blessed with a good
body, and have never had a weight problem. I am 5′ 10″ 145# with long brown
hair, in natural ringlets, and amber eyes. My breasts are small, only a b
cup with prominent pink nipples that get very big when erect and I have
rings in both nipples and one in my pussy lip and one in my clit.
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Laura’s lesbian story
I’ve always liked guys. Don’t get me wrong. I am most certainly not a
lesbian, at least not a strict lesbian. But recent events have made me
realize that, at the very least, I’m strongly bisexual. I’ve hidden my
attraction for women inside for a long time, keeping these feelings under
tight lock and key. Only once did I try to tell my husband about them but I
told my story badly and I don’t think he really believed what I was saying.
I never mentioned them again until that fateful night that Sharon stopped by
and wanted to get drunk with me. Sharon left that night with more than a
skinful of booze. Sharon. How I’d admired her body for so long, ever since the day I’d first
laid eyes on her our first week in the new house. She never knew how many
times over the years that I peered out the miniblinds of our living room
window, which overlooked their backyard, watching her tan herself on a towel
on their deck, wearing nothing but her bikini. 
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