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The Knight and the Acolyte Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Four: Taming the Rakshasa By mypenname3000 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Thrak – The Free City of Hargone I clenched my fist as I marched across the deck of the Golden Hunger



Resume: Mom and Dad’s sex life had been non-existing for a while. Then the Girl came along and by being incredibly horny she turned them both on and reintroduced passion to the couple. Then the Girl disappeared and strangely, Dad was the only one having any memory of her whatsoever



Karen is a tall and skinny girl from just outside of Kansas City in the United States of America. She has long red-dyed hair, brown eyes, pale skin and wears large clunky glasses. Karen is looking forward to her High School prom to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren
She was just turning twenty: lonely, a little skinny with small breasts and blood red lips lips. She was lonely and forever in search of love. She went to a community college and got average grades. All the boys ignored her; she was just too plain. But things were about to change



Blank street featured only 4 cottage like homes & was a dead end street often called Motherfucker Lane, there was a reason the residents called it that
Getting away for the weekend was the best idea yet. I needed to get away and sort some things out. I thought I was straight and only wanted a man to use me for his sexual pleasure. I loved a man taking me roughly and demanding I take the position for use but now my head is confused
MAGDA'S ORDEAL Magda followed Dmitri out of the old convent, head held high. Her superbly nude body cast a long shadow in the late afternoon sun. The path led them to a huge flat-topped slab of granite, a tomb or an altar of some long-forgotten religion



This is a continuation of my first story: my job in a red room. (Like in first story: sorry for my not perfect English but, this story happened in East-Europe where I lived…) Chapter 1: - Terrible Proposal - Now its 10 days after ‘my first experience' in the red Room



PRINCESS ELLIE by All These Roadworks === Princess Ellie wasn’t a *bad* princess, but she was occasionally a thoughtless and cruel one, and she made the mistake of doing so on the day when a middle-aged woman arrived at court and applied for permission to access the Royal Library
The Ground Rules Mom was still nude on the couch when I got done cleaning up the mess. She smiled dreamily and told me to come sit on her lap. I had always dreamed of seeing her nude and now I had not only seen her but had her fuck me too. I walked in and sat down on her lap
DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 07 ** Daisy gets a day off but spends it in a very special chair. ** [Day 4 (Tuesday)] Daisy rolled over. The room was quiet, the bed soft and warm



Fuck Eddie loved titfucking June Cleaver the whore was wearing her Slut dog collar & was ballgagged her hair was dark & spiked she had cougar slut tattoo on her right buttcheek it was a married woman on her knees giving head to a young man while showing her wedding ring
I feel like this great, endless mass of darkness here in this train is going to swallow and eat me up eventually. From corner to corner, it is all dark



One More Door By Jax_Teller The day was a typical day for an M.P. (Military Police) walking a beat, checking the doors along the route that should be locked. It was just after the building had closed and everyone should be out by now



Merik was walking through the busy streets of his small village, trying not to bump into any of the busy villagers going about their days work. Due to his rather large build this was a difficult challenge for him, which brought a few dirty glances, and under-the-breath curses