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His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

We continued kissing while I stroke his length, playing with its head using my thumb then going to the base and back to the top again. "You are wet," I whispered and sucked on his lower lips. I almost laughed out loud realizing usually guys say that to the girls. "That's my precum," He said looking serious still and kissed me again torridly. He tried to reach out between my legs but I stopped him before he touched me down there. "I have my period, remember?" I wouldn't want him to smell my stinky blood in his hands. You know people's instinct to smell their hand after touching something they already know stinks.

Initially, I couldn't believe I could make It past a day, but here we are six months later. “Stay outside on a warm Sunday afternoon side and gossip about how great the sex was that lead to their pregnancy” she replied with smiles and chuckles. “God! No, these things are private, you don't just talk about sex, and perhaps how do you know the exact sex you had that got you pregnant?” I questioned while wearing a funny disgusted look. I have never been one to discuss my sexual escapades openly with anyone, not that scarlet was anyone, but it was just awkward talking about it.

I leaned back in the deep leather chair of my private office, the late afternoon light filtering through half-drawn blinds and casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen, a deliberate choice to help clients feel both grounded and safe. My name is Dr. Adrian Hale. For the last six years I have practiced a form of sex therapy that most traditional therapists would never dare. I do not simply talk about intimacy. I create it. I guide my clients through their blocks, fears, and inhibitions by sharing physical connection with them, always with clear consent, strict boundaries, and their complete agency. The body remembers what words alone o

Family secrets uncovered at the nudist park. This one is fast. In this story, men have sex with each other, women have sex with each other, family members have sex with each other. You have been notified. Nobody in this story has any sort of sexual thoughts or activities of any kind until they magically become eighteen. *

“Well, men cheat all the time when their women can’t make them happy, or the other way around. When you were about to marry Revier, you were too naive. You barely had experience, not what you learned from sex education.” “What will you get with these types of questions, Mom?” I didn’t know if I should be embarrassed or grateful that she was concerned about my sex life. “And why right now? Can’t it wait until tea time?” “These girls have signed a tight NDA. They won’t talk, and besides, what’s so taboo about talking about sex? Even in the Middle Ages, women talked about sex and shared their experience so that young women like you wouldn’t be so naive on their wedding night.”

A SEX SLAVE FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND 1. My name is Sami, and I am 33 years old. I have been a slave for about three years. Prior to that I was married to a nice, but VERY vanilla man. He had been brought up that having sex was for making babies, and that's it. He didn't follow that to the letter, as we did have sex occasionally...but certainly not often and definitely not very exciting. The master has asked me to write about our relationship from the beginning until now. Sharing it with you is part of the task as well. Just like any task that I do, there are rules. The rules for this are as follows:

I kissed him and trailed my fingers over his arms as I felt him inside me. I ran my fingers through his hair as I could see him finishing. He moaned out a weird noise as his head fell into my neck. He breathed heavily on top of me and I started to laugh. "Why...are...you...laughing?" He asked while panting. "I just had sex on the floor of my office" "It was fucking great" he said as he picked up his head and smiled at me. I smiled and kissed him "felt even better when pregnant" He rolled his eyes "this isn't fair, first we get circumcised and then we can't even get pregnant to experience great sex! This is sexism"

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

This story is quite a long one, and it takes a while to get to the sex, but when you do there is quite a lot of it. It covers a lot of different acts, but does not get any more 'wild' than anal sex. The story could fit into many categories, but this is probably the best fit for it. The setting is Australia, and there are some references to the local 'Australian Rules' football code. If there is any of this that you find confusing please make a public comment and I will try to explain it for everyone.