Hryjknyk
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Aden had a very long, very bad day and things continued to go from bad to worse. Due to unfortunate and unforeseen circumstances, it gets worse for him when he ends up stranded in the middle of nowhere on a sweltering summer day. The only silver lining? The hot, rugged, straight tow truck driver who comes to his rescue.
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Passing through the large iron gates to His compound brings back the memory of the first time He brought me here almost a year ago to the day. How different things were. How different I was. At the end of July last year, five friends and I rented a house close to the beach in East Hampton for a week. It was ridiculously expensive for how small it was, but it had a pool and the birthday boy clearly stated we were now aging out of Montauk. The first night we stayed in and grilled but th
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he desperately wants to.
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Keep reading - I think you'll like how it develops
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It had been a long day. A very long day. A very long, shitty day. I had a meeting four hours from the city in the middle of nowhere and had to rent a car to get there. It was going to be a tedious day so as a reward and something to look forward to, I had made plans with one of my favorite submissive cum dump bottoms in my neighborhood for when I got back. I was so focused on prepping for this meeting, I hadn’t gotten off in three days and ready to bust. I picked up the economy rental,
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“Ha, they’re a little small,” I hear Sam say from behind me. I turn to look at the man of my dream, and, goddamn! His massive hairy thighs are pulling at the seams and his bulge looks like he put a balloon in there. His tan lines are so obviously those of a straight man. “God, those thighs are reflective - they need the sun,” I joke to him. He looks shocked and then mad as he laughs and runs toward me. I yelp in fear, running and jumping into the cool water. I hear his splash
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I think everyone should go on one! While some of the chapters are based on true encounters I've had it was over the course of multiple trips. I would love to go on a sultcation myself.
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Thanks, more to come soon!
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Thanks. Not sure what dark mode is or how to fix it but let me know
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haha, I promise the next chapter will be up soon!
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Just stumbled on this story, really glad I did. Excited to keep reading.
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Great story! love the way you write.
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While I drive, I might as well tell you how my slutcation came to be. I have been a kinky pig for a long time. I'm not sure how or when it started exactly, but my desire for raunchy, kinky connections is overwhelming, especially while on vacation. Something about the protection slight anonymity in a new place provides - mostly foreign from my day-to-day community and the judgemental eyes that may be watching. Also, the logistics of trying to get into my piggy side at home always tend to be
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“Fuck,” I muttered when reality set in and I understood I would be going into the store with my face covered in a fresh load. I looked out the window and recognized the high-end men’s clothing boutique. He had taken me there on more than one occasion and had introduced me to the owner, a long-time and trusted acquaintance of His. I adjusted the hard bulge in my shorts, rolled my shoulders back, and opened the door. This wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last time He’s had me go
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I woke up with a smile already on my face. I look over at the clock and see it’s almost 9:30. I stretch out and take a deep breath. After spending last night working until 3 am to make sure all of my work was beyond caught up for my vacation starting today, I am grateful for the freedom the day brings. Waking up without an alarm from sheer excitement to get things going. I toss the covers off and look down past my furry chest and abs to my raging, dripping seven-and-a-half inches of thick,
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Pig in Palm Springs is a story about Christian, a handsome 30-something man who takes a solo trip to Palm Springs to explore his hidden desires. His self-discovery goes beyond the sexual exploration of his oppressed kinks and fetishes. The trip becomes more than he can imagine as he becomes the man he was afraid to be, learning about himself through new friendships, chance encounters, experimentation, and even a potential relationship.
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The next thing I know, my phone is ringing. It’s my mother! The sun is streaming into the bedroom and I’m laying completely naked, rock hard, on top of the towel. I guess the shower never happened! “Morning, Mom," I say with a dry voice. “Hi, my darling boy! How did it go yesterday?” her reply comes in her usual chipper tone. My morning wood is officially gone as I sit up and prepare for the onslaught of questioning this early in the morning.
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I sat on the train watching the trees pass as I sipped on a brown bagged 24oz can of Bud Light. Nervous and excited with memorized instructions, I felt my cock stir in the well-worn “uniform” under my shorts as my mind wandered. I finished off the beer, grateful for the slight buzz, and noticed I was only about ten minutes from my stop. I got up and grabbed my bag which had very little in it to find the bathroom to throw out my empty cans before arrival, ignoring any suspicious eyes from th
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A story of a chance encounter on a warm summer night changes the life of a handsome young man when he meets a mysterious, dominant, incredibly sexy, older man.
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My parents moved out to their beach house at the beginning of Covid and after the third announcement of "another two weeks in lockdown," decided to stay permanently. They were planning to sell our family home in the suburbs and do that eventually but decided they really had no reason to leave their remote oasis a year and a half later in the uncertain and still questionably safe world we lived in. I don’t blame them! It's a great property with five private acres right on the beach that my g
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Antony has to return home to help sell his parent's house. After coincidentally hiring his high school crush to coordinate the move, he spends the night fantasizing about the hockey jock like he did in high school but in new kinkier ways. He is tormented with lust as they have to work together side by side and old feelings, long forgotten, resurface.
