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Alicia Loren, a 32-year-old goth bombshell with striking blue eyes and a curvaceous hourglass figure, had always been the epitome of sunshine and positivity. Her life was a routine of yoga classes, organic smoothies, and cheerful Instagram updates. But lately, she felt an inexplicable pull towards the darker side of life. This newfound fascination led…
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Sofia Rose, a voluptuous woman with a cascade of curly chestnut hair and warm brown skin, ran her bakery with a passion that rivaled her sensuality. Her customers often lingered, not just for the pastries, but also for the allure of her infectious laughter and the way her ample breasts heaved in her apron. One…
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The Sultry Seduction of Kayla Kayla, with her voluptuous curves and fiery red hair, was a sight to behold. She was a renowned bartender at The Tipsy Turtle, a popular pub nestled in the heart of New Orleans. Her laughter was as infectious as her smile, and her DD-cup breasts were the talk of the…
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The noise of the propellers had been a constant drone. Rashanta Wallace looked out the window of the commuter airplane as it taxied up to the terminal of the small airport. This was the last leg of her journey and it had been a long day. Two connecting flights each with an hour lay over….
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“Hi, Mom! I’m home,” shouted Jimmy Noran. The slender blonde kid walked in to the house to greet his mother, grinning as his big cock throbbed in his jeans. Sondra Noran sat on the living room couch. She was still a knockout at thirty-five, with a youthful, wide-eyed face framed by blonde hair styled in…
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Leah Jayne’s heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she strode into the office, her curves hugged by a pencil skirt that left little to the imagination. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her blue eyes sparkled behind her glasses. She had always been told she looked like a…
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The MILF Beach Bash The sun was setting over the serene beaches of Maui, casting a warm golden glow over the luxurious resort where the annual MILF Beach Bash was being held. Among the attendees were four stunning women who had become fast friends over the years: Isabella, a 42-year-old Brazilian beauty with fiery red…
Show →“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” So wrote American poet and essayist Henry David Thoreau in the Nineteenth Century. This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony of modem society. The majority of today’s…
Show →In the heart of New Orleans, during the steamy summer months, a curvy, forty-year-old African-American woman named Rosa was enjoying her evening at the French Quarter Festival. With her caramel skin, warm brown eyes, and voluptuous figure, she exuded an aura of confidence and sensuality. She had just finished a plate of beignets and was…
Show →Dammit. Should have known better. Yeah, should have definitely known better than to get my hopes up. Mother, God bless her departed soul, warned me she had the occasional “curse” until she was fifty-two. Now at the backside of fifty-three and not having “one” for close to a year, more importantly not having used any…
Show →Niki had always been a woman who loved her curves. At 35, her body was a generous hourglass, with large, soft breasts and hips that swayed when she walked. She had a warmth about her, a confidence that drew people in. Today, she was walking through the bustling streets of New Orleans, the French Quarter…
Show →Well if you remembered the first part,suggest you read it first Sorry for the delay as my data base was lost,for some reason,no it wasn’t the spam mail. The next morning my wife was having a shower,and I heard her shriek ,she said ow ,I said whats the problem,she said my pussy is A little…
Show →Berkley furniture was a manufacturer of fine hand made wood furniture and Alec Conyers was one of those who did the making. He was fifty years old, tall, strong with big hands that looked clumsy but were in fact very delicate and skilled with wood. His speciality was work on hand carving table and chair…
Show →It was necessary to have a doctor in attendance, no problemo, her husband was a medical doctor. Since this was unofficial there were absolutely no rules. Premature ejaculator’s had long since set up a booth for “enthusiastic men”. She hired them all, she had fluff girls, who sat on milking stools, giving each, expert oral…
Show →Three Wonderful, Tiring Days By Goofy email to jonseagull2112-at-yahoo “What would you like for Christmas?” my wife asked me in early December. “I can’t think of anything in particular.” Over the many years we have been married we have slowly drifted away from continually filling the house with things and come up with more interesting…
Show →Jill was still messing with the remote when her phone rang. “Did your cable just go out?” said the male voice on the other end. “Yes, as a matter of fact…” she started. “This isn’t the cable company,” interrupted the male voice, barely disguising a smug snicker. Jill’s face tensed up immediately. “You’re going to…
Show →It sure feels marvelous to be all dressed up and going somewhere. The man I am currently dating, Richard, has invited me to a dance at the country club tonight. He is a sexy, handsome man and I enjoy his company a lot. We have not been intimate, yet. But it is time, and we…
Show →God knows, it’s been decades since I’ve believed that Karl was faithful to me. For all he’d claimed that his vasectomy was to “take the burden off me,” he hadn’t minded putting the burden of contraception on me back when we were having more frequent intercourse. I suspected then that some mistress had given him…
Show →I hate arguments. I really do. Just about the only thing I hate more than an argument, is the simple fact that they are part of relationships. Without any arguments, I’ve heard people say, relationships cannot grow and prosper. I do not know about that. I prefer a quiet, happy existance. But in life, we…
Show →When a woman travels, she likes to dream. I’m sitting in Bobo’s, when in walks this slender traveller in a white silk blouse and black pants. Not from here, not from the suburbs, this is from somewhere else. I don’t know that, it’s merely instinct, a strong feeling that whispers to me she’s been travelling….
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