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Aphrodite’s Curse Ch. 045
Calisto’s mouth opened wide in a huge smile when she saw the glassy eyed look in Phoreneus’s eyes. She had been extremely worried that somehow she wouldn’t know how to use the amulet, or that perhaps it wouldn’t work for her, but now her fears were assuaged. Phoreneus, eyes glazed over, felt as though he was falling down a well, trying to grasp onto the sides of the walls as he tumbled faster and faster never reaching the bottom. As he “fell” everything got hazier and murkier as he was coming more and more under the spell of his own amulet. Rocking it back and forth between her delicious toes,…
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Stephanie’s Fireplace Surprise
It was dark by the time Stephanie got home from her Christmas shopping… dark, and bitterly cold. To make things worse, there had been a miserably cold sleet that had penetrated everything, and as she walked from her car to the front door of her home, icy cold wetness crept into her shoes and froze her feet to the core. By the time she’d gotten to the door with her packages, she’d fervently wished she’d never gone out on such a lousy night. Before she could put her key in the door, it swung open. Her husband stood there, looking warm and comfortable, a smile on his handsome face. His…
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Black Slave Auction Ch. 07
Introduction I lie in my Master’s arms. He is so broad and encompassing as I plaster myself against him. I’m shaking from what was sure to be an endless night before he rescued me. He is not the typical hero from the romance novel. Master is an older white male with smoker’s teeth and a cane he uses sometimes to offset his growing belly. The only really conventional beauty he has is in his green eyes. They are the same green eyes he shares with his younger brother, but the mind is different. Master only lets me submit if it is the choice I made. He has made it perfectly…
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Black University Romance
Marion O’Neill is a newcomer to Brownstone University, a historically Black school located in South Lancaster, Massachusetts. Born in the environs of Galway, Ireland, and raised in Missouri, Marion has a lot to learn about the African American experience. As a teacher at a historically Black school, Marion has to get over her White privilege and try to connect with the Black student body and Black faculty as best she can. Omar Keller, the Dean of Students, has clashed with Marion over her biased views… Omar Keller, professor emeritus and Dean of Students wasn’t thrilled with Brownstone University Tyrone Wilmington’s decision to hire more White teachers. It’s not like White…
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The Evan Fantasy
Years of Private Messages and e-mails where I always back down out of fear. My fantasies of a male to male encounter were often over powering. I finally worked up the courage to climb off the fence and take control of my fantasy. I contacted Evan and told him I would be at the mall in Braintree at noon, wearing jeans, flip flops, and a white button down shirt. I would be sitting at the bench near the food court, public enough to escape if needed, private enough to follow though. At noon I sat down and within minutes he sat down next to me. My shirt was unbuttoned about…
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Happy Birthday, Bruz!
This is a fantasy my girlfriend’s had for some time about finally fucking her younger brother. It hasn’t happened yet but we are hopeful that it soon will. I thought it was hot and, with her permission, am sharing it on Literotica. Names are changed but all else is as she wrote it. Carla’s brother Hud was having his 50th birthday and she wanted to do something very special for him. Though it was not entirely what she really had in mind, she offered to make him a nice dinner; suggesting to do it at her boyfriend Mark’s house, mostly because Hud’s place was so small. To allow her time…
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The Furlong Gene
“So what are you thinking of right now, Jake?” I asked him, watching his hand whacking away at his big dick just like mine was sliding up and down my own similarly large hard-on. “Maybe a girl fingerin’ out her pussy and gettin’ it all hot and wet, ready for you to eat it…?” My cousin grinned at me, checking out my chopper getting jerked, as the fattened plum-head of his massive cock swelled more shiny and took on a darker shade of purple. “Sounds pretty good, Shane, but what else you got?” “Okay… how about some fit dude bendin’ over and spreadin’ his arse-cheeks open… so you can see…
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Stocking
It takes ten minutes to make him coffee when I’m wearing the bar. At least, if I don’t want to demolish the kitchen. But it has to be right, or else he’ll take the pad off me. The pad sits across the back of my neck and stops the bar wearing against my skin. Too much sugar, not strong enough, and I’ll end up sweating and chafing against the steel. I should maybe explain. Not a lot of people ever get to wear a discipline bar. It’s a one-and-a-half metre steel with a cuff at either end for my hands and a half-hoop in the middle to hold it over…
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Behave Like a Lady
Here’s a quickie, I literally wrote just now. Light mentions/elements of incest, in this one. It’s a silly premise, doesn’t get too hardcore, but I just spit it out. I have several series, with lots of material finished or very nearly so, but it all needs heavy editing. I’ll get to it one of these days, I swear. ***** Removing the dogma of a brainwashed individual is not easy, much less trying to do it with four of them. Even when someone leaves a cult and is exposed to the “real world,” enlightened on what is and isn’t normal, it doesn’t just make them drop all the beliefs they were…
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Black Cuckold Couple’s Fun
Quiet as it’s kept, cuckolding most definitely does go on in the black community. If anyone tells you different, don’t believe him or her. Believe me, Margaret Nelson-Eloge. I’m a biracial woman living in the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, and study business administration at Dalhousie University. I am forty seven years old and I’m back in school for the first time in decades. I was born in this lovely town to a Jamaican immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. And I am a gal with a very kinky story to share with you… “Black cuckolding, it’s actually becoming a thing now,” I said to my husband Louis, and…