THIS ENTRY WAS POSTED ON April 10, 2015 BY Disappointingly Realistic Erotica.
Marjorie had known the whole time that she would have a huge dick.
When she had seen this particular one sitting on the shelf at the sex shop, it all she could do not to stuff it down her pants right there in front of everyone. She loved its girth, its pronounced head, and its realistic veins -- and somehow its medium brown skin tone matched hers perfectly, like it was made especially for her. She loved it even more when she strapped it on at home and admired herself in front of the full length mirror. With that heavy porn star dick hanging between her legs, she felt powerful. Fearless. Virile.
Frank got home while she was still gazing at her own reflection. He actually dropped his briefcase in shock, staring at her.
"Like what you see, baby?" she purred at him.
It took him a moment to find his voice.
"Um, hon? What part of, 'I've never done this before, so get something beginner-friendly' was unclear to you?"
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Patricia shivered as Chloe's tongue circled her asshole, the younger woman's small hands lifting and spreading Patricia's cheeks. Why had she been so hesitant to try something casual -- to "hook up" as Chloe called it -- Patricia wondered as she pushed her hips toward her nubile partner, silently begging for more. Sure, Chloe was a tad immature, but that didn't mean that they couldn't have fun together. Patricia's rapidly beating heart and ragged breath were proof of that.
Suddenly, Chloe pulled away, frowning, her septum piercing adorably askew.
"I really can't get into this when you're making me use a dental dam," she whined.
Oh, yes. That's why.
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"I've spent all night trying to keep from staring at your ass," Rex breathed into my ear. "I can't wait to curl my fingers into it."
I knew it. From dinner at the new raw food place to queer bingo at Cheer Up Charlies, my date's eyes had wandered, and their intentions had been clear. Unfortunately...
"Yeah, that raw food did a number on me. So maybe just... hold that thought until next time."
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"Don't worry, spit works just fine."
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In the darkened chapel of their small Christian college, Bo pounded his barely-legal girlfriend's tight asshole with his throbbing, barely-legal cock. Mary Elizabeth writhed under him, her modest skirt pulled up around her face and her hand furiously working her love button. He felt her anus grip his shaft as she bellowed in orgasm, throwing her head back Pietà-style. Her pleasure spurred his own, and he spilled his seed with a guttural moan. They had gotten so good at this over the last couple of months, able to send each other into overwhelming spirals of pleasure. Gosh knows they'd had plenty of practice.
He collapsed on top of her and they lay together in the lube-slick pew. Mary Elizabeth softly kissed his ear and whispered, "I'm so glad anal doesn't count."
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