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Dr. Giordano’s Office Poring over the submitted papers, I heard but the tiniest of voices from behind me. “Professor Giordano?” Sitting in my office chair I turned around slowly



It was a cool autumn night and dance music was pumping in the stuffy nightclub “Euphoria.” It was a well known haunt for graduate students and other young professionals a few miles from campus
S&M Fantasy Cabin 2 Pam calmed down and lay still waiting for her captor to return with fear of the pain he would inflict on her but feeling aroused thinking about the pleasure he had forced on her. She lay tied spread eagle and blindfolded to the large bed



Authors Note: The author does not condone any form of non-consensual sex. This is a fictional story, and should not be acted out in whole or part without the willing consent of all



This is the sixth story of a much longer story arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end. Translation of German words or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly clear in context. HELL HATH NO FURY . .



Copyright 2019 by tcs1963 All Rights Reserved (WRITTEN FOR THE KAW 14) (Writing Competition) This story contains aspects of Bisexuality, Homosexuality, Female and Male Domination, and Force or Coercion. Please have an open mind



In A Cheap Hotel [this story comes before "In The Warehouse" so if you're keeping track, read this one before that one - David] Joe watched her from the front window of the pool hall across the street. He shook his head. She was going to go for it
After her performance with her dog Turbo, a massive Rottweiler, Honi had been rushed by one of the onlookers, Chloe, who was abuzz with questions



She stood there in the pouring rain outside her school no shelter around and no one else around either. She held her book over her head to try to protect her dark black hair from becoming soaked with water



He looked down at his unconscious captive, allowing a smile to draw up one corner of his mouth. Everything had played right into his hands
If I had you right now I would have you dressed into a short cotton dress, a tight fitting blouse, no bra, no panties, and a pair of 4 inch stiletto heels. You know the ones that say come fuck me. I would drive you to the local supermarket and have you go in first



Me and Mr. Bill!: Part 1: I had been chatting electronically with an admirer named Mr. Bill or as his IG name was, Nastyokie69. I met him online on IG several years ago and we became Kik buddies



Contact with alien life didn’t really change peoples’ lives so drastically as they make out in books



This story is copyrighted to Blondie 2011. The Domination Series My Uncle I was sixteen years old when I got my first taste of Domination. I was living with my Uncle then. I was still a virgin and didn't know much about sex
Ronja wrapped the bathrobe that she had borrowed from her father tightly around her; she needed it to cover as much as possible. She did not look forward to try to act normal around her brother after last night, but she could not afford to pretend to oversleep