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Guys without clothes at your disposal by Jamesnickell
For some reason You have a way of stripping several attractive guys naked. You may be a ghost in an apartment or you find a computer that transmits the lives of several boys it is inexplicable how they are recorded and even more surprising that you can use certain commands on your computer to do what you want with them
- 191 Likes
- 82,748 Views
- 12 Chapters Deep
- English
- Gay
- 1st Person, Male
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I Don’t Need Clothes by Quazar
Stories about people who decide one day to stop wearing clothes. Either they like being naked, to prove a point, etc. Nonetheless they will never wear clothes again.
- 753 Likes
- 90,695 Views
- 22 Chapters Deep
- English
- Exhibitionist & Voyeur
- 1st Person, Female
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Out of this world clothes by eroshumanal
An out of the way clothes shop where the clerk and clothes want sex from you
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- 10,870 Views
- 4 Chapters Deep
- English
- Science Fiction
- 1st Person, Both
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Clothes body swap by Xuyhahs
Mike got the ability to change body parts with people by wearing their clothes and decided to use it to fulfill his fantasies
- 97 Likes
- 86,616 Views
- 7 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fantasy
- 1st Person, Male
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Suhagrat with girlfriend without marriage by sex_slip
I immediately inserted one of my fingers in my girlfriend's pussy and started moving it in and out slowly. She was jumping. The pussy was quite tight and looked like a virgin. I started licking her pussy. Ahh… what a juicy thing was in her pussy!
- 0 Likes
- 760 Views
- 1 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mature
- 1st Person, Female
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Caught in My Stepmom’s Clothes: A Transformation Story by BodySwapper
One day on summer break, you get bored and tried on your stepmom’s clothes, only to be caught and transformed by her! Ideas for new chapters are welcome!
- 1 Likes
- 862 Views
- 1 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fetish
- 1st Person, Both
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Tolemac. Isabelle's Destiny. by mally01
On the edge of the vast sea, where the salty air kissed the earth, stood a solitary figure, her silhouette etched against the vibrant canvas of a setting sun. The sky above was a blend of fiery oranges and soft pinks, the waves below a gentle rhythm of whispers as they caressed the shore. This was Isabelle, her eyes cast downward, her hands stained with the rich soil of her island home. Her calloused hands piled the last shovelful of earth onto the fresh mound before her, each pat a solemn goodbye to the man she had called "Father." His name was Marcus, and though not of her blood, his love for her was as steadfast as the ancient oaks that lined the cemetery. He had raised her with care, filling her days with tales of a distant land called Tolemac, a place of grandeur and beauty, marred only by the shadow of its tumultuous past. "Isabelle," he had breathed in his final moments, "you are not of this land. Your true name is Isabelle, daughter of King Aldric and Queen Elara. You are the rightful heir to the throne of Tolemac." The revelation had hit her like a tempest, whipping through her mind, uprooting the very foundation of her identity. The man she had mourned as her father had been her protector, her guardian, her anchor in a world where she had known only the isolation of the island. The birthmark on her shoulder, a delicate crown of entwined roses, confirmed her lineage, a silent sentinel of truth hidden beneath her clothes. Her heart felt heavy, yet a spark of determination began to burn within her chest. The words of her dying guardian echoed in her ears, a clarion call to action. With a deep breath, she turned her gaze from the grave and out to the horizon. The distant land of Tolemac called to her, whispering of battles to be fought and a legacy to be reclaimed. Isabelle knew not the trials that lay ahead, the battles she would have to face, or the alliances she would need to forge. All she knew was that she could no longer ignore the destiny that had been thrust upon her. The island that had been her cradle now felt like a prison, its comforts a cage keeping her from her birthright. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a warm embrace of twilight, she made a solemn vow. "I will return, Tolemac," she murmured to the wind. "I will set you free and claim what is mine." With that, she turned her back on the only life she had ever known, and took her first steps into the unknown, her heart beating a steady rhythm of purpose. The journey ahead was fraught with peril, but Isabelle was undeterred. For she knew that the crown of roses on her shoulder was not just a symbol of her heritage, but a promise of the future she was destined to shape.
- 11 Likes
- 1,045 Views
- 10 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fantasy
- 1st Person, Female
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Vanishing Clothes Mystery
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- 7 Likes
- 1,615 Views
- 3 Chapters Deep
- English
- Exhibitionist & Voyeur
- 1st Person, Female
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No Smoke Without Fire: A "Fall Of Women" Story by alectashadow
JC and Sarah have agreed to divorce. Then the payload hits...
- 17 Likes
- 1,569 Views
- 3 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 1st Person, Both
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An immortal without purpose by johnnyjohn6969
You're a scourge,an immortal being who kill pretentious gods,other immortal beings.Youve been slumbering for centuries.What happens when you wake up in the year 2030 ,only to find yourself held in a lab in a world full of superheroes??
- 116 Likes
- 14,582 Views
- 18 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fantasy
- 1st Person, Male