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Misty 1 I can’t believe it, the pain just goes on and on, even when nothing is happening I remain in pain, I don’t know how much more I can take

We start out at meeting at a nice restaurant and we enjoy a meal and wine and conversation. This will be your last bit of normal activity you will experience tonight, in the way you act and the way you dress

Dominating My Older Sister (An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Four: Sister-Slave's Domination By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Carmelita Campo The vibrator died in my pussy

first time, part 3 recap I had gone to a local Lesbian bar in the hopes of finding a woman to have my 'first time' with. I didnt find one, I found two. or was it them that found me? I had met Lady Katherine and her slave cunnie at the bar

go to Cuba for a month, and i screwed around and didn't get my passport done in time so i couldn't go, so i was alone for a month and this day, it was just like any other day as it was hot and i was just relaxing on my doorstep hoping something interesting would happen or i would at least get a call

The Club Chapter 9 – Guy Fawkes Night It was Guy Fawkes Night and we were out at the Dr.'s house in the countryside for fireworks. I was told I would be used for various displays and entertainment throughout the night and I admit I was excited but nervous

CHAPTER ONE learning curve This is a work of fiction, this has nothing to do with any person I know or events that I am aware of

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. All characters are above the legal age of consent. — He awoke to find Rose still asleep at his side. He smiled as he ran his hand across her bare ass, giving it a firm squeeze

It didn't look like the pictures. I suppose accommodation hardly ever does, but this was so far off the grid that it was hardly even recognizable. My parents and I were taking a holiday by a small coastal tourist town. It was small, but populated enough

I know I need it. I need to be dominated. I also need sex. It’s been a couple of weeks without either and I know that emotional well being isn’t as strong

At the end of the first floor corridor at St Saviour's, a staircase leads to a second, but narrower corridor. Facing south, it has the benefit of sunlight illuminating the walls

you receive My email, explaining what to wear and what time to arrive at this specific address. you wonder where in the world you are to get a pink frilly skirt, the white tank top is not a problem, you have alot of them

Please note: This is my first story and I am very interested in any criticism. Please comment, pm, send emails if you find any part lacking in my writing style

This is the story of a young woman’s conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery

The woman awoke between her two lovers, both still naked and lounging as they dozed. Their dicks were soft and she ran her hands along their thighs, hips, and abs as she started to become aroused once again

It was well past midnight and the hospital department, where comatose patients lay, was sodden with silence. The hospital attendant, a young man called Simon, had just finished mopping the corridor and was now resting on a wooden couch

I pulled back and told her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She complied and I sat there looking at her. She was so beautiful. With my cock still in my hand, I pushed forward and guided my cock into her waiting mouth

The day of the interview was the beginning of a spiral that seemed to have no end. Midday, and Olivia Carr strode into the office of the most prestigious magazines CEO

*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 13 I was sitting at the desk in my room with a picture of Jessica on my laptop screen

Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez sold more than music. They sold two similar and highly successful images. They were both marketed as young, beautiful, squeaky clean, innocent and sweet young singers and actresses. All of their appearances were carefully set up and choreographed