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Wartime Comforts

After the monstrous Chaos Space Marines had attacked Manorus 4 of the Manorian Star System, Private Drax Weston had been sent out with the third company to protect the planet and it's humanoid occupants. The battle had lasted nearly three weeks but the Adeptus Astartes were successful in pushing the two platoons of world invaders out of the star system. There were nearly sixty casualties and thirty deaths in the Marine's ranks but the mission was deemed a success. The efforts of one upcoming hero in particular caught General Flanning's attention. Pvt. Weston had witnessed his commanding officer's Rhino evaporate under harsh photon fire.

Failed but fun threesome

Every year my wife and I organise a night out with friends to a random town or city. This year it was to be Manchester. The usual group is made up of twelve to fifteen people, on this occasion it was to be twelve due to other commitments. This group was made up of four couples and four singles two female two male. We all travelled their in our cars and met in the hotel bar after sorting our rooms and baggage. We discussed our food and transportation plans to get into the city centre, then went up to our rooms. My heart started to race as we approached our hotel room as we always have wild sex in every new place we stay.

Fun at Ron and Kat's house

Cindy and I had just moved to a new house. At a neighborhood meet and greet, we met Ron and Kat. We quickly established that the four of us were swingers and they had invited us over that evening with a few of their other "friends". Around nine, we walked over to their house.Cindy had already fucked one of the neighbors earlier that day, his cock having been recommended by Kat, our hostess. Just like asking a neighbor for a recommendation on a good plumber or electrician, He was, per Kat, nice,, clean, discrete, no drama, and had a large cock. The owner of that large cock had repeatedly teased a flimsily covered nipple (or two) of Cindy's during an afternoon party and the nipple(s) had sent ...

A Trip to See Dad

Emma had not really seen her dad since her parents got divorced. It was a bad situation. Her mother accused her dad of awful things and then managed to prevent her dad from seeing Emma. For her part, Emma never really understood what had happened. All she knew was that her dad paid child support and nothing else. It had been hard growing up without a dad, girls, especially teen girls, need a daddy in their lives. Sure, her mother had boyfriends who tried being nice, but it was never the same. Now, with her first year in college almost done, she decided to visit her dad for spring break.

The Girls with the Paw Tattoo

Susan and me are working at our presentation at the upcoming London Erotica Show, so while meeting some of the contractors we hired to set up our booth, I saw a girl on stage which caught my attention in several ways. First, it was her beauty, nice long legs, big tits, the face of an angel and very long platinum blonde hair. Second, the dress (if you can call it a dress...) she was showing off. High Heels, big metal nipple shields, connected with a heavy chain plus a chain running down to her vagina piercing. Her face was painted like a bird and as she turned around I could see the feathers sticking in her butt. Third, the paws she has tattooed to her hips.

Abigail part three

The gift The leather mask he wore seemed to be seamless. The only breaks in the smooth black leather were slits for his eyes and holes to breathe through, no mouth. She could hear the whisper of his accelerated breathing as he bent over her prostrate, naked body. Abigail noticed the definition of his musculature as his skintight suit rippled with his movement. His biceps accentuated by the refraction of light as it bounced of the shiny material. Somewhat abstractly, in a corner of her mind, she thought he had to be extremely hot, trapped in the encompassing embrace of his costume.

Abigail, part two

The Club. Their invitations arrived in a pink envelope in Monday morning's post. Neither of them had really expected their application to be successful, but now that it was and had become a reality, their excitement was tinged with some trepidation.

Bless me Father, for I have sinned

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned....." Awakening. The priest had heard the door shut quietly and settled into a comfortable position, ready to hear the usual liturgy of minor transgressions that would be forgiven with his scale of "Hail Mary's" by way of absolution. Twenty minutes later, and having received an education in the emergence of one of his parishioners from drudge to the exalted woman she now was.

Game over

Game over. Chris paced the carpet. Driven by the temptation to go back a watch his wife and her lover, but he didn't, knowing that he was most definitely excluded from the action of their bedroom, hearing the squeals of delight, the sighs and sounds of sex coming from the room only a few feet and a couple of doors away from him was pure torment. The television played to its self, unobserved and disregarded as his minds eye played out the visions of what he knew was going on in there. Jacqui's body writhing in its supple way, sweat glistening on her skin as her lover bringing forth another wracking climax from the tongue teasing her swollen clit would be receiving.

Two's company...

...Three's a crowd, but four is... well read on and make your own mind up. But, please don't ask me what I think, I'm still coming down and can't think straight yet. Erotica; Probably the best exhibition or show in London of the year. Usually held around the middle of November, when it is cold and miserable out, but the heat in the Grand Hall; Olympia, near Earls Court, South West London, goes off the scale. I had managed to get two of the hottest tickets in town. You have to get them early, otherwise you will be disappointed. We got there early and waited by the main entrance doors until the place opened.