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There were handcuffs attached to the poles of the bed. Dale and Garret took Hayly’s arm and led them to the cuffs. Of course, she tried to resist flailing and trying to get them off and away
After dinner, I showered and headed to bed. I took some spit and rubbed my now very sore little asshole. I spent the next three days fending off Tommy, and researching anal sex and fisting and all sorts of sex stuff



Author’s Note: As a brief warning, this story contains explicit, graphic and not always pleasant sex. There won’t be any sadistic or abusive stuff (not really), but there will be some rape and non-consensual sex. There’s actually a mild (I think) rape scene in the first chapter
As Jason walked into Ashley's Jason saw Ashley sitting on her bed looking at her phone. Jason felt nervous due to him getting a text indicating Ashley was angry at him. "A-am i in trouble?" Jason asked nervously. Ashley pointed to the other bed indicating he sit down
My new life with Lee back from the old truck stop chapter 2 “I think the first thing you need to do for me is to fix this bed”Lee said as it squeaked when she laid down on it. Every move we seemed to make made us giggle as we tried to be quiet



"There, there"
Chapter 17 Is This the End? Over the next few days things returned to normal. That is normal for us. Nearly every day after school for weeks, Andrea and I would rush to my house where we would do our side-ways 69 on my bed



Author's Note- Sorry I haven't added(or written) anything in awhile guys, I've been very busy, but I'll will try and pick up the pace
PAM’S LOST HOURS AT THE SHOPPING CENTRE 1. The innocent, unsuspecting prey. I blame myself. It was my own fault, I shouldn’t have bought that bloody book of erotic stories. But you know how it is, we all have needs
There was a ring at the doorbell. I had just sat down and turned on the TV to watch the news, a cold beer on the table. I was a bit annoyed as I was looking forward to a quiet evening and maybe a film. I got up and went to the front door
She wasn't lying at all. I no sooner finished getting dressed when I heard her car pull into my driveway. I had turned the lights down and oh my god I was so nervous. I had no idea why, but my palms started to sweat. All of that nervousness stopped when she came in the door
Disappointed, sitting in this empty changing area, I got dressed slow like my life depended on me too. As I sat there with only my socks on as a group of men walked in; I looked and still no Derek. It was just the usual old men who needed to be doing a lot more than playing tennis



Game over. Chris paced the carpet



"Shut the fuck up mum!"I screamed down the hallway. Just an average Sunday afternoon. Ahhhhh. Of course, my mother and I have never been close. Never even been close to close, as far as I can remember
I couldn’t keep my eyes open in history class. Terry and I were all over each other throughout spring break. I never wanted to stop; my body was still aching from last night. “Chris! Pay attention!” My teacher yelled