New Toy Time: Pump for the Cow

I have a number of very pretty girlfriends attending school with me here at State, several of whom I've already made mention of in my aforementioned erotic adventures, nearly all of of which involve older lesbian women taking a prurient interest in our more submissive and slender young bodies. Did you like my use of that word, 'prurient?' - it means 'involving an excessive interest in sex!' And yes, it should be clear to you by now that beautiful young college girls tend to attract a great deal of prurient interest from those older lesbians residing in this same community. But before I go any further, let me introduce myself. My name in Kenzi Kittle, and I'm an 18-year old freshman here at State University, and yes, I have a 'lesbian sugar mama' named Dallas Morgenstern, who wouldn't want me broadcasting her age (I'll just say that she's in her fifties), who has taken very good care of me since we first met back in my hometown of Latrelle.

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12 Toes 13 Stories Pt. 07

февраля 11, 2021

January 1983 Hildy took a long pull from her Virginia Slim. It had been a rough shift. Who was she kidding, a lot of them were rough shifts. Mothers with preterm babies, C-sections, stillborns, but the thing that had always bothered her the most was the really young mothers. There was one in tonight who was really young and she was a real peach. She had a badly dyed black mohawk, and safety pins in her ears. She looked like one of those punk rockers. That was the thing that really bothered Hildy. She had been a nurse in Korea, blood, death, burnt flesh, and mangled bodies didn't bother her. That was the meat. The meat comes and the meat goes, but the soul last forever. Had this girl sold her soul to Satan? Was this child another Rosemary's Baby? Twelve cute little toes was certainly nothing she had seen before. She had been an obstetrics nurse for thirty years. She was used to babies being born with not enough. That thalidomide was a horror show, but too much was strange. Then

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Ihonette's Gambit Ch. 02

февраля 24, 2021

Ihonette Gambit Ch 2 ~Strudert The air stunk of piss, booze, and sweat as Strudert slumped heavily against the worn and chipped counter. Blurry eyed, drunk, and with the sound of the boisterous tavern drowning his sluggish thoughts, he felt no better. His day had been one shitshow after the other, and that was to say nothing about the week he'd had. He sighed, the sound coming out like a muffled groan from between his fat and chapped lips. His life had just become a constant tumble downwards, piling debts, an aging body, a... He slumped, slamming his head against the counter, causing the barkeep to give him a cross-look. "Ya okay?" The bushy-eyed man asked, wiping a mug. "Yeah," Strudert replied, still not feeling any better as he plopped his balding head back onto the counter. "By the gods, I miss adventuring," he muttered. ~Ihonette "By the gods," the wagon-driver groaned, tightening his grip on Ihonette's head as a shudder ran throug

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