Authoritarian - Page 16



I lay quietly in bed with Anna, trying to make as little noise as possible as we both recovered from another passionate night. “One day” I whispered, “I would like to fuck you without worrying about being caught!” “I know, me too



Written in response to "Little Molly's introduction" by suffer4me69 This is set in Lancashire England where people speak like on Coronation Street on Telly and swear a lot. If you don't like the F word don't F-ing read it



I’d been ‘working’ at Mr. Miller’s for almost six months now loving every minute of being his personal slut. Ever since he’d raped me then gotten my father to let me come help him out around his farm I’d been coming to stay every weekend. I’d had a birthday, and was fourteen now



This is a complete work of fiction, and has no correlation to any specific person, place, or event



AM Michelle looked at her chosen outfit and tingled in anticipation. She could still see herself from yesterday. On her knees, naked and receiving a strange man's cum. Several men's cum



Kirsten was a forty-four-year-old housewife who spent all of her time at her home, tending to the various chores. She was a part of a small happy family of three. There was she, her husband and her teenage son



Chapter 2 When I woke up, I could hear the shower running, and Hana wasn't in bed. I laid back and just relaxed for a moment, thinking about how we met



Jerry and June were fraternal twins. They say twins are very close, even fraternal twins, but they were like two halves of the same person. Usually a brother and sister will have fights with each other, just because of the different viewpoints of each gender, but not these two



With a loud click it's door unlocked. It laid in bed for a minute dreading the day the ahead. A week had passed since it was taken by it's master in the kitchen. Since then it spent every moment thinking of a way to escape. It tried very hard to remember being free



"Could you please wear a bra when my dads around?" Tara asked. The question wasn't directed at me, of course. I'm the conservative one. The innocent one. No, the question was directed at Claire. "Why?" the blonde girl asked. We all know she knew why
By now, Mila Brooks was long dressed and taking it easy in the lofty, plush chair. She looked mind-blowing and lovely



After Judge Cooke left the room, I wanted to talk to Sharon about what just happened. I wanted to know how it felt. Did she like it? I was hoping that she would turn over and face me, but she never did. I fell asleep, thinking the events were over. I don't know how long I slept



3 Revelations In the gray dawn, I took fresh water and bread into the basement. Eve was asleep, huddled under the blanket. I poured the dirty wash water into the bucket and dumped it into the pipe to the cesspit. I returned the bucket,along with a brush and comb to the basement
"I dare you," Teresa said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Mary swallowed and found her mouth dry. But the clerk had gone in back to hunt for the film Mary had asked for
Several days ago, I was sitting on my back deck . . . late . . .enjoying the summer night air, when I heard a screen door open and close. I peeked over the railing and saw Hailey, my neighbor's 14-year-old daughter