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Please rate and comment Prior: Memorial Day – soldier return Memorial Day – soldier return - Love We toweled each other off then held each other tight. We had lost track of time and no longer had we sat down on the sofa, the folks came home from their visit

In this final chapter, Walter, Weston and Woodruff Monty are rounded up. If you desire background to some items mentioned in this story, you might want to also read my short stories “The Society - Witness Protection,” “The Redhead in the Killer Kollar,” and “The Master of the Kollar

This is Chapter Four of four chapters. This is either a Sci-Fi story woven through a BDSM story or a BDSM story woven through a Sci-Fi story. If you’re a Sci-Fi geek who doesn’t want the BDSM stuff, just skip through that to the Sci-Fi story

The House A Slave Training and Auction Welcome to The House most of you have been brought here to be trained and sold as pleasure slaves. For some of you it will be painful others it will be pleasurable

This is a story I wrote a few years back. It about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful “golden cocoon” that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation

This is still the same story as before just fixed up alittle. Its still my first story so there will be mistakes i would like feedback just try not to be to harsh i am just starting to write. Also sorry about the last one He always had sick depraved sexual thoughts

Characters: Joey is the leader of the pack. He is 6'1 with a toned body. He is strong enough to subdue a girl. His blonde hair is always spiked up perfectly. He had to make himself presentable anyway. Joey is the owner of TortureThatBitch.com (Don't look this up

My name is Alex, and I'm a 22 year old billionaire. My father and mother started a gym together, and turned it into a huge corporation, having 100 thousand of their gyms open throughout Canada, and the USA

No one needed to know her name. He knew and that was enough for her. She had wanted this for a long time and he was just the man to give it to her. His name was M, and he knew just how to make this fantasy become a reality for them both

You know,if I'm not mistaken,there's no greater outdoor party on this every planet Earth that could generate enough engery and good times than the Mardi Gras in New Orleans,even though there were also some bad things shoved right into the mix

He had been emailing with her for a couple of weeks. She was a housewife who'd read 50 Shades a few too many times and persuaded herself that it was something she wanted but wasn't going to get it at home

Chapter 1: An embarrassing journey The bus came to a shuddering halt. Except for an old couple occupying the seat directly behind the driver it was almost empty. The only other passenger was a young girl. She glanced nervously towards the door as a youth climbed aboard

ral occasions I have made come true and this time I thought for sure she was going to get fucked by someone else besides me! She had numerous fantasy's and this one was about a young girl innocently accepting a ride with an older man and instead of being taken home she is taken to a lovers lane

Once upon a time, there was a young woman, who lived with her parents on a small farm by the edge of a forest

Settling down with Mistress As you might expect from a little girl, Claudette threw a tantrum at being uprooted when her ‘father’ took the job at the veterans’ hospital, but that was the only tantrum

Thoughts of escape had filled Jord's mind these past weeks. He was intent on it. It was what kept him going. Kept him sane. Kept him alive. And most of all, it kept him out of trouble. Now, trouble, it was easy to see, was never too far when you were a slave

The Breaking of Tracy part 3 Hot and Cold Her mouth runs the length of my shaft, up and down. Eyes staring up at me, unblinking, the pace of the blowjob quickens. I'm hardly paying attention. I'm starting to believe that I've made a misstep with Tracy

The ride in the presidential helicopter was the first freedom she had felt in over two months. High above the Butta River following it south the large green bird rattled and hummed intensely

Archmage Teluri sat at her desk, carefully carving runes into a little strip of silver. It was early morning and daylight lit the room through the stained glass skylight. She had been working on this runeplate for two hours already and was starting to tire of the delicate work

Chapter Eighteen – Machinations The private jet slowed and gradually pulled to a stop. The whine of the twin engines swiftly dissipated. The door popped open and the Commodore emerged; he swiftly hobbled down the stairs. He greeted Emmanuelle first: a big hug