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How Deep Is The Glory Hole?

Dedicated to Mr. R. I hope it's to your liking. I had seen the adult novelty store a million times as I drove to and from work. I'd even stopped in a few afternoons to pick up some bit of fun; a ring vibrator, some blowjob strips, a jeweled butt plug etc. Today I needed lube. During my casual browsing of their merchandise I'd noticed the video booths on the lower level. It must have been popular since there were always multiple cars in the parking lot but few customers up on the store level whenever I visited. I wondered what kind of movies they showed and what kind of person came to the shop for a video viewing. I decided to head downstairs to see what the deal was. After descending the outside stairs I opened the door to the lower level. It seemed quiet. No store workers or other patrons, just a sort of waiting room with signs indicating the prices and locations of the viewing rooms. One caught my eye. "Tina Takes All Cummers: A busty teen makes her way west on a r

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Making Things Right

Chloe didn't know how her boyfriend found out. She had been so careful. They had only ever met up at his apartment. She had a separate email account for their communications and never texted. She had even signed up for a real class at the community college, charges and all, to explain her routine absences. Still, as soon as she walked in and saw Jeremy on the couch, Chloe knew that he knew. "Hi sweetheart," Chloe said, doing her best to play off her suspicions as nothing. She might just be paranoid and making up disasters where there were none. "Welcome home," Jeremy said very softly. There was a hint of hostility in her voice. He was sitting on the couch, completely still, hands on his laps, staring at the coffee table. Chloe stepped into the room and said, "What's wrong?" "I just found out that you're cheating on me," Jeremy said simply. So there it was—out in the open. Chloe wasn't going down that easily, however. "Excus

My Weekend Workout Pt. 01

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A Blindfold and Bed Restraints... So...

* * * * * * * * * * It was a Friday morning and I had the day off work. It had been a really busy week and I was looking forward to unwinding today - but in a very special way (he said with a devilish grin). When you were out last evening, I took the under bed restraints I ordered online, and received without you knowing - - and I installed in on our bed.... It took some manuring to lift up our mattress and lay out lay the center strap underneath our mattress, with two of the straps wrapping down under the bottom of our bed to hold your feet, and two straps going to each side of our bed - to hold your arms. I gave you a warm hug and a passionate kiss and said "I have a special surprise for you today - well, for us today". You grinned and looked at me with a curious, sexy grin "Oh, ya - what do you have in mind Daddy?" Well, it's something we talked about before and I think you're really going to like it. With that I brought out the red velvet blindfold and

Sexual Equity 08: Royal Briefing

His Majesty Michael, King of New Dorset, sits at his desk, fidgeting with a small foam basketball, spinning it on his fingers. Something buzzes on the desk, and he doesn't realize what it is until he hears the voice over the intercom. "The prime minister is here, Your Majesty," it says. "Send her in, please," says the king. A few moments pass, and then the intercom buzzes again. "Your Majesty, are you there? The prime minister is here." Frustrated, the king puts the ball down, stands up ad looks around the very large desk, stacked with papers. Finally, he finds the intercom, and holds down a button. "Send her in, please," he says again. This time the voice on the intercom says, "Yes, Your Majesty," and a moment later Judy comes in. She's wearing a very fitted knee-length red dress, a short black jacket over it, and black heels over hose. She approaches the king, and curtseys deeply. "Your Majesty," she says. The king

Compliments Matter

The muscular man walked into the bar. It was still happy hour. He loosened his tie. He'd left the suit coat in the work truck. He was tired from a long day, one in which he was passed over for a promotion by a less qualified woman. He took a seat and waited for the bartender to come over. Just a few hours later he was banging the shit out of a 20 year-old pussyboy. "Oh my god, Mr. Mullins! Fuck me," the twink whined. "Yeah, boi! Take this cock," barked the man. He thrust his 7-inch-by-6¾-inch dick into the raven-haired emo boi with the wispy haircut. The sissy cried out, "Oh my god! I always wanted this!" "It's yours now," he huffed as he plowed. The man wondered how he got here in this small apartment fucking a dude. He was straight. Always had been. Damn. He kept thrusting. "Yes, sir! Fuck me, daddy!" The answer would be evident to anyone who had been watching at the bar. "Oh my god," the bartender had beamed. "