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Thin String

As the afternoon breeze passes by, you muffle another moan of pleasure. Tethered to the ground only by the string around your ankle, you lay atop your helium-filled cock and balls, aroused beyond belief. Below you, sitting in the shade provided by your ballooned bulk, I lounge nude on a towel, my curves on full display to the world. I don’t care if a passerby might see us, if one would even be out here so far into the countryside. Besides, you have much more pressing concerns than potential spectators.

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Average: 4.7 (22 votes)

Flirt and Flight

There’s a kind of comfort in expensive bars. For one, it’s perfect for if you need to be both alone and outgoing at the same time. After all, only the couples went to expensive places, no suitor or frat boy would bother with something so out of their league. For Julia, this was the perfect place for her current situation. She was outgoing alright, her curves alone accomplished that. Two taut breasts sat upon her chest, wider than her torso and protruding from her body by at least a foot, possibly two.

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Average: 4.7 (29 votes)

Pool Party to Remember, A

“C’mon, man, you’ll have fun! Trust me.” said Liam, “You do trust me, right?”

“Well… Yeah, I trust you.. It’s just.. You know how I feel about water.”

“I know, I know. You can’t swim.” he replied.

“I can swim just fine!” I snapped, “I just… well, you know.”

“Yeah…” he sighed.

Liam was my housemate and for better terms, playmate. We had met each other a few years back and things kind of clicked. Although I preferred women, I never shied away from getting intimate with him and his boyfriend, Eric.

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Average: 4.3 (18 votes)

Tight

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~&&~

Tight. So very, very tight.

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Average: 4.3 (18 votes)

Paradise

I wake up next to my beautiful wife. She is sleeping with her back to me, snoring softly. Her curvy hips are easily seen through the light sheet draped across her. I look over her and out the open door to the balcony. Through the screen I see nothing but darkness of the morning. Soon a beautiful tropical sunrise would illuminate the Hawaiian paradise outside. I carefully climb out of bed so not to disturb her.

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Average: 4.1 (14 votes)

Center of Attention 7

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When he woke up from his nap he found himself alone in her apartment.  It was a bit confusing since they had gone out that morning and she said she wanted to do something with him when they returned.  That wasn't a problem so much as the "something" being a complete unknown.  At first he assumed she wanted to obtain other somethings for the first something without him knowing, but after a glance and subsequent double-take out the window he realized that she had something else in mind.

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Average: 3.3 (3 votes)

Santa Claws

Julie sauntered through the doors of the Christmas Shop like she owned the place. She blew through the aisles of the shop, past Christmas trees, tinsel, massive air blown inflatables in the shape of snowmen, santa, reindeer, past a balloon counter and into the back room of the store. 

"Morning" she said jauntily to Christie, the manager. Christie was sitting on the staff room sofa looking worst for wear. "Oh boy... Christmas party... Ugh" she croaked, and chugged a glass of water, followed by a couple of headache tablets.

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Average: 4.2 (6 votes)

Bus Stop, The

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“It was fucking garbage, Wayne.”

“Hey, cmon, I liked it.”

“Oh, you liked a mindless action movie with scantily clad Hollywood women and explosions every 5 minutes? Stop the presses!”

This argument between Wayne and Sylvia had been going on like this from the moment they walked out of the theatre right up until now, as a promising anniversary date was slowly turned sour by the Hollywood machine.

“It's not my fault if you can't appreciate the nuance and subtext of a movie like this.”

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Average: 4.4 (16 votes)

My Summer Job

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My summer job at the store was pretty boring until today.  I was fumbling again with the mannequins and becoming more and more frustrating.

“These stupid inflatable mannequins.” I mumbled as I struggled to put the latest fashion craze, space suits, on one.

To make things even more “fun” the manager had me wear one of the space suits too.  The suit was really just a sauna suit.

“Need some help?” A melodic voice from behind me asked.  I turned to see her smiling.  Like me, she was in one of the suits too.

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Average: 3.8 (6 votes)

Machine, The

The Revulcanizing Polymer Bonding Shuffler, usually just called it to save time, was encased in a colossal industrial sarcophagus, and stood as an unholy union of the bleeding edges of every field of science and engineering, from Quantum Mechanics to the Culinary Sciences. An outer case of stainless steel covered the labyrinth of coolant pipes, wires, sensors, and air ducts, which surrounded the it, and three huge hoses reached like the fingers of a hand toward the exhaust vents hung from the ceiling.

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Average: 3.2 (10 votes)
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