Authoritarian - Page 77

Unlike all the other nights she’d spent in her bedroom on that big fluffy mattress, Elizabeth was unable to sleep a blink. She laid awake for most of the night, staring up at the ceiling in exhaustion and confusion

Alex looked down in shock at his mother kneeling before him, clad in the sexy lingerie he had lusted after. "What, how, I mean", Alex stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence

Andre shoved the teen into his room and slammed the door shut behind him. “Take it all off,” he ordered her as locked the door behind him; “I want to see you completely naked.” He reached into his jacket pocket and swallowed a Viagra

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

hadn’t been able to stop thinking all day about what had happened between Taylor and I earlier in the library and how she would be coming to my apartment later, that is if she didn’t want the video I had made of her sucking my cock and having an orgasm as I beat her leaked to the whole student body

The next day I woke up with a pounding in my head. My mouth feels like it was dragged halfway through the desert and then promptly stuffed with an old sandal before being dragged back again. Slowly the memories of last night float into my brain

Chapter two. Breaking her in “Hey Buddy.” I say as I answer the phone “Hey, Kevin I was wondering if you wanted a beer tonight it’s been a while since we chatted.” My friend replies. “Sorry I can’t, I just got some stuff on my plate” then a thought comes across my mind

I was inspired to write this story because we are in a heat wave, with temperatures in the high 90’s

This is a story re-edited, better worked and contains several differences compared to the original already posted. !WARNING! This is a rape story. If this kind of content offends you in any way, please, stop reading

My wife and I are in what we tell people is an arranged marriage. I did the arranging, her father signed the papers, she got married. I was also out a shit ton of money, but that’s how it goes with investments. I picked her like other men pick mares

Home Economics Miss Jordan had been trained as a Home Economics teacher. She watched that career crater around her as it became unfashionable to learn to cook, sew and take care of babies

The night we made a lifetime friend. If you want to learn more about Sara, Oliver, or I. Please feel free to check out my other stories. As with all my works. I changed the names, and when it happened. Was it true or wasn’t it? I will leave that to you to decide

“You’re not going to tell her about what we just did, right?” She said as she lifted an eyebrow. All I could do is nod. “That’s a good boy, now hurry up n’ get your things and sneak out the back. I’ll distract Steph,” she commanded

This is a Deirdre tribute story first published by me in 1994. The street fair seemed like a cute idea. It was that kind of neighborhood, the suburbia of green lawns, cats, dogs and kids

I came home that night in a terrible mood, last thing on a Friday I had history with Miss Willis and you cannot imagine a more conceited, stuck up, priggish woman