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** Chapter 1, the offer. ** Chapter 2, dinner with a slave. ** Chapter 3, freedom. ** Chapter 4, theory lesson, the thermodynamics of power. ** Chapter 5, practical lesson. (The sex starts here). ** Chapter 6, oral exam. ** Chapter 7, skills of a farm slave
I've been having a relationship with Ken for about six months now. We met on the internet at one of those sites where you advertise for romance. We spoke on the phone for over an hour the first time we talked. He said he was strictly a top and that he likes his sex hard and forceful



Chapter 3 A couple of you guys who came up to Chicago to use my wife mentioned that she doesn't talk much. You're right. Completely correct. She doesn't talk much because I don't want her to. There are a couple of reasons and I want to tell you about them



I'd long suspected that my girlfriend Amy was cheating on me, but was only able to confirm it when she slipped up and left her email open on the computer



I had been serving my master for about a week. One day when I accidentally disobey him, he tells me that I am going to learn what it is like to be punished, to be completely submissive, and the rules as his property. I both loved and feared the idea
The space and Science center sodomy Domly one pulled up to the Red Victorian in a convertible with the top down. Standing outside the hotel, finishing a black and mild, stood cookie. She was 5ft tall, slender, busty and wearing the most stunning yellow dress



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



Alex gazed up at the menu, his arms crossed as he decided what to have for lunch. He had just arrived at The Yellow Submarine, the best eatery he'd discovered within walking distance of campus
Utopia for One Chapter 4 – Strippers By Dominic Durobastone Back on course, the master ordered that Phil be untied, his shoes, socks and pants be disposed of in a nearby rubbish bin and his hands be retied behind his back


New Jock Tales---Chptr 7 Baseball, Apple pie, Chevrolet and---Dad As I approached the field house to clean up from the beat down I just delovered to Cole Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind



I was in the boys locker room with my boyfriend. I was your typical cheerleader. I had ashy blonde hair, tanned skin, green eyes, firm cheekbones, a tight firm ass, huge tits, long legs and a tiny, tiny waist. I was saving my virginity for Brent



A New Beginning Part Two Standing between Norma and Steve, I said it was party time. Norma you will have to wait your turn. Turning to Steve I took the step and place it in front of him



Part II. Their next visit came quickly. Clara hadn’t expected that she would deny herself as per the Priests instructions but she found herself fearful that he would find out if she did otherwise
Alice strolled across the courtyard, deep in thought, her recent tour of the facilities fresh on her mind



"Angel, angel, angel" Damian's voice purred as he ran a finger over Angel's tanned shoulder. He nibbled gently at her ear, making her shiver. "Excited?" He ran a hand down her back, racking his nails across her skin. Damian chuckled under his breath