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  • Brendon
    Published 4 months ago
    Drugs, Sex & All of the Above -

    Drugs, Sex & All of the Above -

    Most people I know have dabbled in illicit substances. Smoked the happy weed, sniffed the nose candy, and ingested the love pills, whatever the term kids are using these days. It’s funny how the terms change but the practices remain with each new generation thinking they invented a new kind of rebellion. It’s like the word bonk or the even more offensive boink. My parents bonked, their parents shagged, my generation is somehow more puritan and over-sexed than our predecessors. We ‘get intimate’ and ‘hook-up’. It seems like a deceptively polite way to describe letting a stranger plow you from behind in an alleyway behind a club, but language is strange like that.
  • Skyla Faber
    Published 6 months ago
    My First Time

    My First Time

    It was the last day of junior year. I'd started school early, so I was 16; younger than everyone else. You could practically smell the possibilities in the air. Anything feels possible on the last day of school, and anything can happen... if you're desperate enough.
  • Made in DNA
    Published 6 months ago
    Raging Metal, Pissing Savior

    Raging Metal, Pissing Savior

    Saori's pleated mini-skirt umbrellaed open, revealing the smooth skin of her naturally hairless pussy. There was a quick twitch of flesh as her muscles contracted followed by a light-yellow stream that hit the robot square in its visual receptors.
  • Archy
    Published 7 months ago
    Thrall

    Thrall

    Slowly, into the cool, icy night she walked. The lack of moonlight making the night particularly dark, but the gas lamps filling the cobbled streets with a dim glow in patches. Her heeled red shoes clicked on the paving slabs as she walked, in a somewhat hurried pace. Her dark shawl clenched tightly around her shoulders, and flowed over her breasts and down her back, flickering gently with the breeze. The all too short dress totally inappropriate for how cold it was in the dead of this night, clung to her slender figure, and where it did not cover, she was awash with shivers and goose-pimples. Her pale skin was pricked, and tender, but still she hurried on, not a doubt in her mind. Tonight, was the night. She was on cloud nine, ready to meet her love at the pre-arranged location. All too soon she turned a corner, and headed between two solid stone buildings, into a dark alleyway, with only the stars high above to illuminate it.
  • Made in DNA
    Published 8 months ago
    The Aliens from HerAnus

    The Aliens from HerAnus

    He grunted like some wild beast, pushing himself as far into Rena's ass as possible, pressing her into the bed as if she might physically pass through it if he did so hard enough. The sweat from his effort showered her back like a toxic rain.
  • Made in DNA
    Published 8 months ago
    Jurassic Jiu-Jitsu Love Samba

    Jurassic Jiu-Jitsu Love Samba

    The apatosaurs were massive, majestic creatures. Even at a genetically-enhanced height of 15 feet, Danyell was still only about half their height. The towering beasts lumbered through the leafy green of the jungle, each footstep an unrushed thunderfall. Beneath their feet, the jungle floor shook, and the smaller animals scattered and screeched at the annoyance of the sauropod parade. The calls of the widespread pack she was shadowing echoed back and forth through the lush valley; great beacons calling out in baleful groans and hoots. As if in reply, all around them, the jungle was a burst of animated energy.
  • Johnny Seven
    Published 9 months ago
    And Then I Came on Her Foot

    And Then I Came on Her Foot

    I was dodging the traffic when I nearly bumped into her, or perhaps she just skilfully scooped me up from the throng of visitors preoccupied with avoiding being run over by one of the thousands of motorbikes, scooters, buses, taxis, and cars that are omnipresent on Ho Chi Minh City’s filthy streets.
  • Lena Bailey
    Published 10 months ago
    My Time at a Swingers Club

    My Time at a Swingers Club

    So for this blog, I can't tell you what the club is called, all I can say is it's one in my home state of Georgia. The reason that I can't tell you the name is because I don't know how this blog is going to go and I don't know how the club owner would feel about me talking about his club on a non-kink or swinger site.
  • Come Again
    Published 10 months ago
    The Misadventures with a Tentacled Pet (Pt. 3)

    The Misadventures with a Tentacled Pet (Pt. 3)

    Anna woke up on the floor, exhausted, and satisfied. She looked over to the corner and saw her creation. She stood up slowly, her legs still weak, and slowly shuffled over to the door. It opened up without resistance. She was glad that, as far as a test run went, it was short and effective. That she did not bite off anymore than she could chew. Based on what she felt it had to be a gradual increase in activity, if not she was not sure if she would be able to handle it. She was determined not to ruin the experiences she could have with the mass of tentacles.
  • Come Again
    Published 10 months ago
    The Misadventures with a Tentacled Pet (Pt. 2)

    The Misadventures with a Tentacled Pet (Pt. 2)

    Anna stood still as the tentacles reacted to her command, and slithered across the floor towards her. When they reached her, they moved up along her legs exploring her body. The sensation that coursed through her was one she had not felt yet. There was a firmness to the tentacles, and yet simultaneously, there was a soft texture to it. With each second that passed, there was another tentacle that touched her as she was slowly enveloped, almost like the tentacles were forming a cocoon. It paid particular interest in her breasts, ass, and pussy, as it ran the tip of one of its tentacles along her lips. She was getting more and more aroused by the second.
  • Dan StrawberryHall
    Published 10 months ago
    How Many Cocks Spoil the Broth?

    How Many Cocks Spoil the Broth?

    This hard floor is murder on my knees, but it’s worth it. It’s a little cold in here too without any clothes on. The men don’t seem to mind though. They all seem to be focussed on me. And their cocks.
  • Come Again
    Published 10 months ago
    Majik (Pt. 2)

    Majik (Pt. 2)

    I managed to pack everything that was important into the pouch. One of the best things I have ever bought—a magical pouch that can hold any amount of things inside of it. It can be pretty risky using it though; if you forget the location of something inside the pouch, it may as well be considered lost. Which is why I always put things close by. I wore a green dress with an exposed back, that ran till my knees, and a jacket over it. On the table, the last of my toys to put away is a magical cock ring.