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Alabama Nan: Behind A Closed Doors
"How's Chinese?" I asked Karen. "That's fine Nan. Is this a real fancy place or what?" responded Karen from the bathroom. "It's your regular Mom and Pop, type restaurant. I'm going to dress casual." "Sounds fine by me?" said Karen. My stomach growl... Read full Story
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A Revenge Fuck Part 3
Chase gripped my ass-cheeks and plied them apart, shoving his cock up, balls deep into me. My legs, stuck up into the air and folded back, my knees bouncing there even with my head as he fucked me there in his car. We faced each other, panting and kissing, hot breath and saliva mixing. His ruddy coc... Read full Story
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Black Transsexual Nation
Big black transsexual women are truly beautiful. And the big and sexy bisexual and heterosexual men who love us are truly wonderful. I ought to know, I'm one of these magnificent black transsexual ladies. My name is Amanda Joan Baxter, friends call me A.J. I'm a big and tall, big-breasted, wide-hipp... Read full Story
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Would You
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her sk... Read full Story
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Don't Avoid Daddy
It feels like I haven't been used in ages. I'm too much of a scared sissy. I find guys from all over, talk, email, text sometimes. But when it really comes down to it I get too scared. I've been with this guy before, his cock is soda can thick and he's really rough. The day after my first encounter ... Read full Story
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Why, She's A "He"!
Tina had mentioned to Dave a bar she’d heard about that catered to certain sorts of sexual adventurers and suggested she and Dave visit one night to check out the scene. A friend had described it to her and said she occasionally liked to go there with her husband. These two were old fashioned ... Read full Story
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My Black Transsexual Goddess
Another day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Gosh I am bored. I walk through the corridors of the Carleton University library, yawning and stretching at the prospect of an all-nighter because my take-home midterm is due in the morning. As I make my way to my usual spot on the second floor, a wide-eye... Read full Story