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CHAPTER 1 Sometimes it’s the little seemingly inconsequential things in life that are the most meaningful—that have the greatest impact on our lives. I should know. That’s exactly what happened to me just over eighteen months ago
This one is completely the work of my depraved imagination. (With some inspiration from Jade Dragon and Eucher). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it



Cheryl stood in her place within the row of girls, fidgeting anxiously. Like the other five who joined her in the row, she was completely naked, her hands tied behind her back with a thick, heavily knotted rope



The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior Copyright 2014 Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. All characters in this work of fiction are 18+
Walking back to my car in the high school parking lot, I was finally out of tutoring. I was one of the last to leave the parking lot, and my car was off in the dimly lit corner



The Eleventh Elven Elevation Chapter 6 Interlude “Keep waving air to them, please. They are not asleep. I think they are in some kind of shock



It started out like any other day I guess, if I really think about it. It wouldn’t end that way though. It was my 23rd birthday. I had been a full time slaveslut whore to my Master for almost four years



The boy looked like a beat dog as he walked in between the three women who brought him. Shakia shared a smile with her comrades. There was much for him to learn yet. And they were excellent teachers. He was new and yet to be introduced to the torture chambers


“There we go…” I groaned, setting the crate down on the table. I sighed looking around the storage room; Once more I was alone in the factory, this time organizing shipments. Whimpering I arched my back. Stretching; I was more than sore from the days labor



Hi all, its Ali here! This is an account of events from the trip Aunt Sheen had promised to get her daughter Dee back home from Pune as she had moved for college last year



My wife is usually very conservative regarding sex. She may agree to a quickie once a week or so. No foreplay, no oral, just quick missionary or perhaps her riding cowgirl with me fondling and sucking her tits if she’s really in the mood
She stands before me with longing in her eyes. I can see her lower lip tremble as I lean closer for the kiss, but before our lips touch, I pull away so that she just experiences my breath on her lips



Chapter 6 Bella was in quite a predicament. The buxom beauty, barely 18 years old, was lying face down on a red satin covered mattress. Her round ass pointed straight in to the air, with a black studded plug inserted deep into her anus



Introduction=Rocky was slapping his moms face with his large penis before he stuffed it back in her mouth, raven haired Sheila bobbed her head up & down quickly as she continued sucking her sons dink. It was the third time today he had fucked her face



Hey guys. It's been almost one year and I know that. I don't even know if I still have readers out there (again). Anyway, there's the seventh part of the story. Enjoy