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The Black Nanny
Finally, finally he entered me. He had spent a good twenty minutes between my legs, licking me. I loved it when Michael, my husband, pampered me like that. His tongue was so nimble and sensitive that he effortlessly brought me to climax again and again, nearly driving me wild. I writhed beneath him, ran my fingers through his hair, lifted my bottom off the sheets, moved to meet him, took him in as deep as possible, wrapped my legs around him and constantly urged him on: "Yes, darling, lic...

This is a true account of what happened when my Gaydar didn't give me a heads up.
A couple years ago I was doing a job in Atlanta, that kept me there for about 5 months. About a month into my stay I met another guy who was also doing a Construction job and we were both in the same hotel.
We both worked crazy hours and would see each other as we left for work every morning at about 5:30 A. M. and talk for a few minutes and some evenings we would run into each other so with basically living the same Roa...

"Hey, how have you been?!" Tony shouted enthusiastically as I walked into his barber shop. The place was completely empty, which I suppose should be expected on a Tuesday morning.
"I've been good, thanks," I answered as I shook his hand and sat in the barber's chair. I placed my hands on the armrests, my thumbs on top and my palms gripping the outsides. "It's been a while."...

It is every crossdresser's dream to find a girlfriend who is really into helping him and sharing with him the joy of being a girl. I was lucky enough to find just such a girl. We had only been dating for about a month when we decided to live together. And it was only about another month before I opened up to her about my love of wearing beautiful lingerie and dresses, and using make-up and wigs to complete my look. Her reaction to my revelation surprised and delighted me....

Young and ambitious Chloe goes down the rabbit hole of Chasticorp, a company selling high-tech chastity products for women. This sci-fi tale is inspired by the old Chasti Permalock stories, but much more lighthearted.
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Chapter 1
Chloe stood behind the counter of the food truck. Quarter past noon, rush hour. It was scorching hot right next to the deep fryer, and her sweaty shirt clung to her skin. She was taking orders, handing out food and drinks, working through the long line that always formed a...

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTIONAL story that will contain incest. It will be told from the first person perspective, do not mistake this for a confession or a genuine re-telling. I do not endorse, condone, or have an interest in real incest, I just love the stories.
The summer following my 18th birthday was the best of my life, for that was the summer I lived with my aunt Nicole. My birthday fell one month before I graduated highschool and my parents were none too happy about my decision to take a year's b...

The faint scent of drying gloss lingered in the air around her, the clean scent of brand new rubber mats contrasting it with a dull, plastic like smell. Natural light poured through the small high window, catching the edge of her new yoga mat and the gleam of polished concrete. Her activewear sat folded on the corner of the bench, new, fresh, unworn....

After my buddy once again left me on my bed, spread like a starfish, hard as a rock with his dried nut on my face, I didn't immediately get up. Rather, I stuck my index finger, wet with some of his cum, into my hungry asshole and pleasured myself for a long while. It felt amazing to slide inside myself using another man's sperm. Scooping more of it off my forehead into my palm and spreading it around my rim had a profoundly incredible way of turning me on. It felt so good to penetrate and flood my insides w...

Clouds covering the mountain evaporate under the rising sun as golden light floods the cabin. Steam curls from Gaya's teacup.
Everyone will start waking now, she knows. Her cousin Terra up in the loft first, a little later both the women's groups in the lower bedrooms will be up, buzzing around.
She hears Terra step down from the loft, greets her, hey girl. The two walk into the kitchen arm in arm, shadows following them along walls and kitchen counters. They whisper and chat, each with her hand pinch...

Our train arrived at Sète station right on time. Mom and I had decided to spend a week in the south of France. It was not summer yet, but the sun was already shining hard on the beaches and on the city. What I wanted was a nice place with warm temperatures so we would not stay in the hotel all week. Also, I wanted to dress lightly so I could feel the sun on my body. If you have missed the previous chapter, I'm taking care of my mother, who is facing a divorce and a breakdown. What's more, she asked me to he...

Can I Talk To You For A Minute?
This is so fucked up.
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I once made a promise to a woman, someone I cared deeply about. It was the hardest promise I ever made, but I kept the secret locked inside me for years. I'd only told one person, my wife, and she kept my confidence....

The sky looked fine as we left for dinner... maybe a few dark clouds and perhaps the wind was starting to pick up a bit, but we only had eyes for each other anyway. The third date is crucial, and the first two - a lunch date followed the next weekend by a long walk - had both gone well, and the kiss at the end of the second date had left us both wanting more. That was a week ago, and the past seven days had been spent reminiscing about that kiss and daydreaming about tonight, and whatever the weather had pl...

My nipples hardened and my whole body tingled as I straddled his body. It was really happening.
The fantasy I had nurtured for years was about to become reality, and as I placed my right hand down on his chest to balance my position, all anxiety vanished and was replaced with a wave of feminine assurance and excitement....

Automated Erotica


Two Stories From Sketch Undressed


by The Preve


Story Two


The Washed Up Intern


Part One


based upon, and a continuation of, "The Intern's Car Wash Misadventure"


by Sketch Undressed.


The author wishes to extend his thanks to Sketch Undressed for his permission in writing this story....

I'm headbanging and going mad on the dance floor of a metal music club, when I bump into a girl. The look she gives me when our eyes meet would melt steel.
She has short black hair and almost grey eyes, wearing a fishnet shirt with a sports bra underneath, a short skirt, black thigh socks and old Doc's on a petite frame, maybe 5' 6"....

Naked Yoga
Luke looked across his sextet of sexy yoga girls. The view was certainly better now than when they had commenced these classes six weeks ago. He had admired the earlier classes with the varied neon and pastel colors of their stretchy booty shorts, leotards, thongs, and sports bras.
As with all groups of women, they dressed for each other. It wasn't sexual between them; it was the natural impulse to be eye-catching to the male of the species. Their fashions progressed from street clothes to ...

Will hadn't expected retirement to feel like this.
The first few weeks had been full of brunches and gardening plans, weekend getaways that were now midweek adventures. But once the novelty wore off, the silence settled in. He'd spent decades in conference rooms, in business class seats, under fluorescent lights. Now, he found himself wandering their suburban home like a guest in someone else's life. Paula still worked part-time at the local clinic, and those hours alone left too much room....

Ch 1. Caught red handed

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This is my first story so feedback is appreciated! Chapters are being added as I write them :)
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Amberly panted as she ran her right hand down the inside of her thighs gently.
Ah!- She moaned, quickly placing her left hand over her mouth. She didn't want her girlfriend waking up, or more specifically, seeing her in this state. Luckily, Katie was a deep sleeper and wouldn't likely wake up anytime soon. It was 5 AM after all....

I had a table in the corner, as usual, long after the lunch rush. Stained linoleum, the salt was empty, my fork was bent. My coffee cup had a chip out of it. Well that's life at the beach. The prices at this joint, the Jolly Tiger, were pretty good, the food was great if you like grilled cheese; the waitress was cute, and the scenery was outrageous. Sunlight was streaming in the window between the flyers for bands in the bars and today's special, which was the same as every other day's special, crab cakes. ...

Mardi Gras 2010
This story recounts what I would call a peak of bravery regarding public exposure for me. My wife and I have been to Mardi Gras in New Orleans for the past 3 years straight. I had decided quite a while back that this would be the year to really push the envelope, and wear a costume of some kind that was very skimpy, very sexy. About 3 weeks before we were to take off, my wife informed me that her parents were going to join us! I absolutely crashed on the idea. Here I was planning on spend...

The first time Amanda saw it, she knew her life would never be the same again.
She was in Woolstone's Bookstore, browsing the shelves and contemplating her life. Because of the latter, she hadn't come across any books on the former that stood out to her, she could barely even focus on titles and was actually just wandering aimlessly. She felt lost, pointless and aimless, so the wandering matched her inner state perfectly....

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, depicting sexual situations between consenting adults at least eighteen years of age.
I was hanging out over at Russ Layne's house one Friday night. Russ was one of my closest friends and I was often at his house. He lived with just his dad, who was really cool and didn't give us a hard time about what time we came in. Russ's house, over the course of our high school years, became the default party house for a moderately sized core of friends and acquaintan...

It was unreal, I thought, to be waking up next to a naked Charlotte with her breasts pressed against my arm. Her hair was a tumbled mess, spilling all over the pillow and covering her face. I parted them now and tucked the strands behind her ears.
The sun was just beginning to come up in the window behind Charlotte and casted a soft light around her figure. She was breathing quietly, her lips slightly parted, and the worry lines that usually marked her face were smoothed out....

I pop the TV dinner out of the microwave.
What a depressing Saturday evening. This is usually movie night with Emma, my best friend since college.
But last week, she decided her research had gotten too intense and disappeared to some tropical island for a break. She stopped by just long enough to hand over her spare key. Told me to water the plants while her cab to the airport honked in the street....

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On my way to an urgent meeting in the Bronx, I questioned the irritating and routine circuit I followed every week. Over the bridge, stuck for hours on the Cross Bronx, on and on and on inhaling exhaust fumes. I needed a change. Just for grins, I revisited the metro of days long past. Walking the long tunnels and the small underground bridge, the mild, stale urine aromas made me nostalgic -- and dizzy. I'm so happy this was so well cleaned since my l...

We married young, my wife and I. I was twenty, she was nineteen. She wasn't a virgin on our marriage bed, but she said I was her third, and I believed her. The year was 1968 when, first, we got married and, second, I got drafted. We knew each other for less than six months before we moved from the Midwest to Colorado, where we lived together for another two months before grabbing a couple of friends, walking down to City Hall, finding a judge, and getting married. We were, you see, young, stupid, and in lov...

How we write.
Bill:
It was just after dinner when Mary said that we really needed to get writing on the story that we were working on, reminding me that our publisher's deadline was fast approaching. She told me to prepare our writing space while she took care of a few things. She gave me a heated kiss before scampering off to the bedroom....

Louis lay on the floor of the parlour, dripping with sweat. He was surrounded by seven beautiful women sitting on fine couches, and the room was silent.
Louis' mind was in a turmoil. Flashes of nightmares and memories intruded his hazy thoughts, and he could not shake the impulse to stand up, to run away and flee the old mansion. He knew in his soul that he was in grave danger, but he could not take his eyes of the beautiful, mysterious woman before him. Louis could not turn his gaze away from the Marqui...

I awoke on the small twin-sized bed snuggling Clara. I kissed her hair and she began to stir. She sighed and stretched and yawned.
"Good morning Jack." She said, turning to me and gazing deeply into my eyes. Whether she was looking for any hint of regret or not, I don't know. Either way she kissed me softly, closing her eyes. I kissed her back and my manhood pressed against her lovely ass....

John couldn't believe it was going to actually happen, probably, maybe. He felt like he was the only 21-year-old virgin on the planet. But after tonight, not anymore. He and Alexis had been going out for a month, and their physical relationship had progressed nicely. He had had his first orgasm not done by his own hand on their last date....