Authoritarian - Page 69

It’s Friday night, his 45th birthday and Rick Mason has had a shitty day. He was supposed to be working at a construction site tonight where he could have his girlfriend over and they could fuck in his truck all night. Here he was stuck walking patrols in a big office building

Robbie, that was my name. It will be the last thing you know in this world. The last thing you will know before you satisfy my thirst. Perhaps I should tell you how I got here, my life story if you will

Early the next day found Tom and Johnathon out behind the keep practicing a great many things. Tom was soon amazed to find that Johnathon had indeed more control than he thought good. This will make training him that much easier

Erika didn’t try to dominate me the way some of my previous, male, lovers did, despite the fact that she knew that she could do, if she so chose. It was what I had become used to and what I expected from her at first

REGANS STORY: She felt the pain inside her begin to subside with each step the demon took up the spiral stone staircase. Her crying slowed to soft sobs and she began to forget about the tears falling to the floor below her. She had never felt this way before

I couldn't stop thinking about the spanking Judge Cooke had given me ? My little butt was so sore, but I desired more. Did everyone have these desires, locked deep inside of them? I desired more

The night was still young, except for me. Except for the many creatures of the night that fed on the life blood of humans. My cock was practically begging for release, after having ridden and drained my first meal of the night. Now I yearned to do the breaking and riding

It was a hot day in Arlen Texas. A heat wave had hit the town and it seemed no body was immune to it’s merciless blaze. Even Hank Hill who had lived in Texas his whole life was sweating under the hot sun

*Please also note that this includes a lot of human trafficking themes. Remember that human trafficking and rape is illegal. If your partner is not up for rape or BDSM, do not force yourself on them or anyone else

Back downstairs Sam put some music on the stereo in the living-room and told me to dance for him. He sat on the couch with his legs spread and his hands in his crotch as I stumbled around, trying to dance

Dear Diary, God that hurt Not just my last encounter, but a dull as hell lecture with Professor Somebody from Some University. Three endless hours on the benefits of private schooling and how it affects university life blah blah blah I’d rather have sat through Chinese..

I have always been really involved in theater. I don’t act, and my specialty is costumes and make-up. I’d never considered myself feminine until I went off to University when I was 19 years old and met my new theater professor, Mr. Kean

This story took place many years ago, when I was only 24. I had recently finished graduate school and moved to a new city where I didn't know many people. I'd often browse dating sites and Craigslist, but mostly just for fun, until a particularly interesting posting caught my eye

Hey, there. Part 5 - “Breathe” If you want more chapters, vote and comment. I’m heavily influenced by what readers think of my stories and how they should follow. *If this gets to chapter ten, I’ll make a special one merging this with Chace McCartson

Cassandra Andrews got off the bus, the first day at her new school. She was a Junior this year, and she was little nervous. This school was a LOT bigger than her old one. She looked up at the imposing brick building and let the flow of students usher her inside