Authoritarian - Page 136

Since I have been getting low reviews ealier, I changed the subject for sometime to just change my taste. Well here it goes: Story of Martha and her two children. “Wake up Matt don't you have to go to school? See Bill is already awake.” She shouted

. . . I opened my eyes and I was in the cabin on the bed surrounded by mirrors where I had gone with Scott and Sara. There lying next to me was Elizabeth and she smiled up at me with a sweet smile

Like all 18 year seniors, I was living fast and chasing ass. My life had been a strong line between what my mind thought I should do and what my dick wanted me to do. That’s why I am over at the house of the sluttiest girl in school

Billy and My Pants By Jimmy (t/t auth rape anal spank) =========================================================================== His name was Billy Ross, but I thought of him as Bully Ross. I had learned to hate him years before

‘Fuck! It’s cold out here!’ I thought as I hit the door leading outside. A 4a.m. call to get to my high school and then ride a bus two hours to what was probably going to amount to a very boring wrestling tournament..

Ally buries her face in her pillow and bites down on it as she feels the tight ring that is her anus spreading apart to accommodate simply the head of her friend Dean's extraordinarily wide and long cock

It was the hour of the wolf and Sister Jessica Felicita was troubled. She had been awake in bed for at least an hour reliving a particular event from the previous day and contemplating her life. Regret and anxiety had taken hold and no amount of prayer was getting her back to sleep

Mommy David was my only child. We lived together in a house outside of town. At this point in our lives, he was growing up no doubt. All you had to do was buy shoes for him to know it definitely

I have a fairly unethical lifestyle. Most people wouldn't approve. When I was 7 my parents died in a car crash on the highway when they were t-boned by a semi

So You Want to be a Bimbo, Week 2 I would like to warn you, the introduction of the guide stated, that becoming a bimbo can be quite intoxicating. Once you begin, you may not be able to go back. You will need this deep inside of you

Chapter 2. Paul was laying in his hammock feeling completely satisfied. His wife who was sunbathing on the deck was listening in on the story he was telling his two daughters about his first real girlfriend who just happened to be her

Convent of Sin The convent was probably the wrong place for Sally. She was a well-developed and curious girl, often up to mischief. As one of several new arrivals in the spring intake, she had not yet even reached the status of novice

I look up from my position on the floor. I tilt my head like a puppy to focus on the footsteps outside my door. I know those footsteps, the steady and confident stride, to belong to my Sir. I smile and turn to face the door

Chapter One After graduating about four years early from my college of being a Doctor, I really didn’t have much to do with my life. I was an insanely smart young- adult, graduating High School at 16 years old and graduating from college at age 20

Dirty Old Dog (1) “Why did you take it?” Mike asked, “All you had to do was ask.” And that was the problem really. I was pretty sure if I had asked to borrow the money he would have let me but instead I just took it. Anything I said from here would just sound like an excuse

EIGHT “And who is this counsellor, again?”, Disha asked Rohit. She was a bit confused and irritated. Although it was a good sign that Rohit wanted them to do couples’ counselling, he had been really sketchy about the details. “Oh, just this woman my colleague recommended at work

I leave the room to get myself cleaned up. I shower and brush my teeth. I return to find you still sleeping, curled up in a ball because of the cold. I pull the covers up and over your body; I don’t want my pet to be cold. Then I have a better idea on how to keep you warm

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle

“I will be back in a few hours, allright?” said Susan Miller to her daughter. “OK mom, I'll be allright, don't worry so much about me!” her daughter Tina answered. Susan kissed her daughter goodbye and closed the door. She had a last-minute business meeting. Tina didn't mind

I had lost my job almost 9 months before one of the best nights of my life. Three months ago I got in touch with an ex whom this night would not have happened without the connectivity of Facebook, the power of time, the wisdom of age, and the forgiveness of youth