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[center]A Binding Symphony[/center] You're lying on your bed, feeling aroused by the mare sitting next to you. Your boxers, made of silk cotton continuously rub against the very noticeable lump between your legs. Every time you try hard to adjust and hide it, your growth becomes that much more visible to your visitor. She smiles with lust in her eyes, and says, "Oh, it seems somebody likes what they see." The only light in the room are candles hanging securely around the walls that create a luminous dance of shimmering fires upon their holders. They're bright enough so that you can easily see her, but not so bright as to ruin the romance of

A short comedy entailing a star cellist and her famous DJ roommate/marefriend experiencing the great outdoors together in a completely nonsexual way. "You have got to be kidding me.  No.  No no no, you're insane!  Completely bonkers!" Octavia ranted as Vinyl Scratch, the charismatic and beautiful disc jockey, rolled back and forth with the hysterics.  "I'm not doing this!  You're more nuts than I thought!  You make Screwball look sane!  You need to be institutionalized!  Did you take the wrong pills this morning?  This is the stupidest thing you've ever

Oblivious        Lyra felt the shallow waves splash over her toes as she tried to stretch her green bikini bottoms over more of her rear.  "I told you I needed a new one, Bon-Bon," Lyra grumbled as she released the thin material which snapped back towards the center of her bottom.  "It's all those extra desserts you've been making," she pouted as she looked over her shoulder, glaring at the picnic basket hooked onto Bon-Bon's arm. Bon-Bon chuckled as the wind stirred the frills on her cream-coloured retro styled two piece.  "I never forced you to eat them dear," she said with a wink.  "Besides,