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This story was written as a joke for a friend (Angie E.) and not intended for publication. However Angie insisted that it was too good to keep to ourselves and it should be published on SOL. So here goes. If you like it, I claim all the credit for writiong it. If you don't like it, blame Angie for talking me into publishing it. In the story Angie Medhurst has sexual enclounters with the stars of Harry Potter stories and a magic dildo.
Maggie, a 39-year old MILF estranged from her husband, is working in Thailand and becomes a participant in a wide-open environment for sex. She's not in Kansas anymore.
A story in the A Tale about Love Universe
Life is returning to normal, and James has taken control of his life. He’s negotiating the purchase of NT’s main competitor in NSW, invents an option saving fifty million dollars from Eileen’s target, and rewards himself and his loves in a wonderful spa. Two beautiful hosts decide to get him into their beds, and James has to show all his strength to survive. Could life be better? Thanks for reading the story. Remember that the only reward a writer has is the reaction from his readers.
Some years back, my wife Barbara and I got into the swinging scene. The group and orgy sex set, if you will. Didn't start out that way, but it sure got there mighty quickly. It all started with our first threesome. With our neighbor, a guy I'll call Joe, that Barbara confessed to me one night, kiddingly to be sure, that she had the hots for. Can't say I blame her as Joe was a hunka-dunka, if get me.
And then we went to our first Stroker's Club getogether! Let the hot fun begin!
Libertyville’s Fourth of July picnic is a blur of hot dogs, off-key anthems, and Betsy Reynolds stuffed into a colonial corset she didn’t ask for. But when Johnny “Rocket” Malone—resident firework god and denim-clad flirt—offers her a taste of his potato salad and a whole lot more, things get explosive fast. With sparks flying overhead and limbs tangled in the grass, Betsy discovers that the real fireworks start after dark.