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Breaking the Cheerleader Jessica awoke in a daze. She blinked her blue eyes, trying to focus on any shape in the darkness as she struggled to remember where she was. There had been a party last night. She attended with one of the football players from her school

The smile on her face must have been what gave her away. That, or the slight fidgeting in her chair accompanied by the infrequent glances up from her lap to the front of the room in a poor attempt to look like she was paying attention. Mr

Chapter 1 I was meeting Jennifer later today. Jenni for short. We had spent the last couple of weeks communicating over email. It was time to stop fucking around playing pussyfoot and see if what we had been saying to each other was for real or just sexual provocation

About eight thirty, Silk awoke to the other two getting up. She heard them go to the bathroom and after a bit heard the toilet flush. This painfully called her attention to the fact that she needed to go too

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental

Well it has been 2 months since i started my new job as receptionist at th L&C School of Writing it has been quite the experience for me to work for 2 mistress's who look after my every needand i mean every need

Hi, I'm Nick, a 32 year old average looking single. A week ago while browsing and swiping on Tinder, I came across a girl named Brenda, a single mother. A regular good looking girl, with a bit of a naughty look on her face

Chapter 25-Andre’s first training Class Andre- I look at the 8 girls I will be training some of them are nice looking and I am going to enjoy fucking them as they kneel looking scare and they should be I have to prove myself. Cindy a white girl with blonde hair

Chapter 2 I see him. My target. My victim. Whatever you want to call it. I’ve been studying him for a week now. I am in the form of a sparrow, flying over his head. He walks into a sandwich shop. I change to my ghost form and follow inside. He is sitting alone, eating a sandwich

Her day had already been full of fun and it wasn't even noon yet. She stretched and massaged her freshly wasted brown curls. She brought a cup of fresh coffee to her red lips, sipping in the dark brew

I hadn’t seen Julie, my wife’s best friend, since her last visit to our house. Now all being in our early twenties, the two of them had met at university and had stayed friends ever since. I met my wife, Sue, later on, but had never been keen on Julie

Booke Brooke is a truly striking young woman. Tall, golden skin, large breasts with pierced nipples, long black hair, puffy lips, dark pools for eyes. Heads turned when she entered the room. She loved the attention. She also had a submissive nature

I woke up early, got out of my room (witch was really more of a closet) and begin with my shores around my mistress house. Picking up things, making her breakfast, and becoming the living room. I love doing my mistress chores

The orphanage rested about 15 miles outside of town. Unlike many stories, there were no signs of mental, physical, or sexual abuse at this particular orphanage. Though it was strict, and at times, extremely strict, this orphanage truly took care of all the disowned occupants

Mary wasn't sure how she found herself in a black leather corset with three, inch wide straps, that wrapped around her slim waist and fasten themselves into highly polished silver buckles