Teddy Is Forever Copyright Emy Naso http://emynasoerotica.blogspot.com/ Baubles, bangles and beads, hear how they jing. Maybe, Lucinda, mused. But the gold, silver and platinum counter is better for my bank balance, and doesn't make that awf

Desire of the Erotic Vampire By Emy Naso A tale of desire, envy, sexual lust and an evil Vampire http://emynasoerotica.blogspot.com/ Se'argo kept to the long cloistered shade, slowly walking passed the crowds in the market square, eyes furt

Slaves of Desire By Emy Naso A tale of Edwardian lust and sexual humiliation Slave For Sale It was the worse time in his life. Cast out, hounded for his beliefs, unable to love, seduce, or corrupt the young womanhood of the country. The man who

I pushed the door and felt a wet slap on the back of my neck. I jumped nervously and, with trepidation, felt for the item that had struck me. The tomato was still there clinging to me. Wiping it off I turned to angrily regard the row of scantily clot

I think I learned at an early age that silky things like women's panties, nylons, and slips were a great tool for masturbating. The feel of the silky undergarments against the head of my penis made it throb, and would make me blow huge loads of s

Well I guess you really do learn something new every day; at least I know for a fact that I learned something new today. I had never seen my mom just come out and lie before, why was she doing this today? Let me go back a little ways in time to help

Our naked bodies lie entwined, caressing, pressing against each other. Our breathing grows harder and we both begin to moan gently. You stroke my hair. I brush my moist lips against yours. I lick my way inside your mouth, then suck on your tongue

my father had died when i was 14, so i was the only male in the house. that meant i was alone with four females, my mother and my three sisters. well i had a choice of becoming more like them and being more girlish in my lifestyle or holding onto my

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK Conclusion by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 6: Harry's mom arrives with a story to tell The memories, of the last things she remembered, replayed in her head, like a flashback in a 'B' movie. "I love you, Mandy!" cried

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK - part 5 by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 5: Mandy and son are alone at last Morning was a slow dawning of consciousness for Mandy. Her pussy still had a tiny tingle of warmth from the drubbing Jack had treated her to the eve

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK - part 4 by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 4: When many fantasies are finally fulfilled When she awoke Mandy could see by the clock it was well past time for Harry to be gone to work. Sure enough, it was just Jack and herself

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK - part 3 by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 3: What happened when all three view the video A sort of unspoken agreement of a sexual truce was in effect over the next couple of days. It was not as if they regretted anything they

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK - part 2 Their son's lust first turns dad on, then mom, and turns into a complex menage of obsession. by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 2: The kinky fantasy begins to be entangling The following evening though, as the family

THE KINCAID FAMILY KINK - part 1 Their son's lust first turns dad on, then mom, and turns into a complex menage of obsession. by Oediplex 8==3~ Part 1: Secrets are revealed and lusts surface Mandy Kincaid was pleased with how her husban

Sold To Perform Emy Naso http://emynasoerotica.blogspot.com/ They came in their thousands to the lakes and forests, and now the long hot weekend beckoned, the city emptied as everyone sought the peace and charm of Syon National Park. Kitty wa

Prologue: Two characters, husband and wife play out they thoughs and actions. I have chosen to differentiate the two by giving the hubby's text in italics. Readers Wives – A girl for her maybe. Oh heck! Hubby has picked up on something I said

I was taken out into the courtyard and hung from an old hayloft beam. The sun was warm on my naked body. I hadn't seen much of it since I'd been here. Slave girls walked back and forth past me as I hung there by my hands stretched to my limit. I was

Friends For Life Ethel Blakeney was an elderly spinster who retired at the age of sixty from the civil service on a nice pension. Ethel was talented and played the piano very well; she took a great interest in the arts and often went to concerts o