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Geschreven door: Piquet Label(s): Male / Female Teens, Reguliere sex Behold, all around you; Eyes eloquent but mute, Searching, staring, longing, Unable to refute Their consuming hunger, The undying fire That burns and keeps on burning In the prison called Desire! Each night somewhere they gather, The so-called unattached And there rehearse in silence The lies that they have hatched. With restful ease abandoned And cool disinterest feigned, With laughter simulated And courage unattained. Victims of doubt and anguish, They choke upon the rope Bound tight to them by fear, The enemy of hope. Yet still each night they gather For while the fires burn They reach the river thirsty; Drink not and must return. Then, one night, he sees her And soon she meets his eye, Instantly deciding, “Yeah, I could fuck this guy.” His mates all laugh and stir him But they couldn’t with for more. When he leaves with her they yell, “Oi, the bastard’s gonna score!” A short walk from the dance floor To where a shadow’s cast, Against a dusty brick wall- A relic of the past. Hands swiftly find employment, She ventures down below And gasps with expectation For he has begun to grow. He holds her head and marvels At the softness of her hair Then finds her lips and savours The tightness he finds there. Full and red they glisten Like a forest flower; Lips that say, “I want you, I’m ready to devour.” His muscles strain, her teeth clench With each thrusting stroke; Roll your eyes back baby And the deity invoke! She breathes the cold air deeply And feels her body surge, Tingle, heave and rattle As he brings her to the verge. “Come!” The serpent beckons, “I swear to set you free From that irksome shackle – Responsibility! Far from fear and burden, Out on my astral plane, Lost in the firmament, Safe from the demon pain!” At last a word is spoken, A sacred, solemn word, Distinct and oft repeated But little more than heard. They sigh but not in sorrow Though loss shall be their lot And by this time tomorrow Tonight shall be forgot. Their eyes shall join those others That stare out of the gloom; The famished and the weary That haunt each smoky room, Longing for but a moment To quell the raging fire That burns the heart to ashes In the furnace of desire! Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: Amys Adventures in Cuckqueaning Chapter 1(36 minuten)Fictie - Dom / sub, Humiliation, Overspel, Prostitution, Reguliere sex, Role-playing, Slikken, Voyeur, Wreed Amy finally admits to her boyfriend that she has a secret fantasy about becoming a cuckquean. Together they decide to explore this desire by hiring a professional prostitute to make Amy's dreams come true. This story captures their first foray into the world of cuckqueaning. Intimacy Therapy part 1(16 minuten)Fictie - Cuckold, Erotica, Geschreven door vrouwen, Male / Female, Males / Female, Overspel, Reguliere sex, Slikken, Vrouw Meet Faith Christiansin, a very uptight newlywed who goes to the wrong therapist to overcome her fear of intimacy through intense therapy and a lot of random sex. this is the first part of her story. Aunt Bella Cant Say No! Part 4(15 minuten)Fictie - BDSM, Dom / sub, Geschreven door vrouwen, Humiliation, Incest Bella, feeling a bit of relief, hurriedly steps away from the tree, her skirt still hiked up, revealing the evidence of Jhonny's release. Business Trip Chapters 16-17(11 minuten)Fictie - Anaal, Ass to mouth, BDSM, Biseksueel, Female Domination, Group Sex, Male Male / Teen Female, Pijpen, Vrouw Brad and Ann have worked together for years. They have gone on business trips together, but never to Austin, When Brad tries to slip away for his usual afternoon dip at Hippie Hollow, Ann is determined she is coming along. Their very professional relationship turns into something else. Join in the fun as they work out their midlife crises in a week of sexual abandon Pupil becomes the teacher(<10 minuten)Waargebeurd - Dierlijk, First Time, Geschreven door vrouwen, Lesbian, Overspel, Reguliere sex, Maxine joined me to take her 1st k9 cock | ||||