Bondage and restriction - Page 101

I stood naked in the bedroom, Daddy walked in; he looked seriously perturbed with me. I knew that I was in trouble. He had caught me earlier in the day fucking my dog, and my boyfriend. I sat down on the bed as I watched him walk around my upstairs bedroom

He wakes to the smell of crisp fried bacon, with warm, soft lips pressed to his. He opens his eyes slowly, smiling up at his Mistress as she serves him breakfast in bed, nude save for another apron and her neck, wrist and ankle bands, her hands gently caressing his sleepy body

It is lovely, isn’t it? Yes, quite lovely. Danish? Some sort of Scandi design anyway. They’re so stylish, aren’t they? The Danes? Effortless, apparently. Something to do with Hygge, perhaps? In the centre of the room. Knees apart. Arse: high

WARNING - Read the Themes. Do not read unless you are happy to read about these things Again, this starts slow. Don't expect 'sex' for some time This is a continuation of a series

f you were to disappear, well, if you were to go away is probably a more appropriate term, would anyone miss you, would anyone care? What would happen if you decided to give up your life, to walk away from everything that you know, everyone you know and love, and become someone else, something else

Since dad died of liver cancer 3 months ago, mom and I have just been kinda going through the motions of daily life. She at home and work, me at school. Dad had left us well off and his insurance policy ensured that we wouldn’t lose the house or have to want for anything

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

I pace back and forth across my room. Surely he can't know where I live. If I do this, it will be my choice. I sigh and walk to the bathroom. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and touch up my makeup. Although I am naturally pretty, I still like to add eyeliner and mascara

This is my story, please give credit where credit is due. Thank you and enjoyI am thinking about writing more

LIKE EVERY TEENAGE BOY I HAD MY FANTASY GIRL. The one girl that i thought about evey night while i beat my meat. Well just like every boy i thought it would never come trie but boy was I wrong. Whittney! what are you doing, the bus IS ABOUT TO LEAVE!. Relax T

Jessica's Pony Ride Chapter 1 Around eleven pm Jessica had finally finished the third book of Ann Rice's Sleeping Beauty erotica. She reached over and snapped off her night stand lamp pitching her bedroom into darkness

Casey is a well built teen, slim but toned, strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, coming in at 5'8” and 150lbs. He lives with his mom and dad in a nice house in the suburbs, large fenced in back yard and a pool

Trying to escape guards was never easy, but Ronja and Maria had so far managed all their urban exploring without getting busted. Normally they would be safe when they reached a more crowded area and they could hide in the crowd

Lets face it we all had this fanasy of Penny being captured and tortured by Dr. Claw. Here is my fanasy I hope you like it because it is my first story. Penny ran in the rain towards an old and seemingly empty building. If her intel was right this was Dr

"You don't suppose your uncle was kidding?" Baxter wondered, peering through the gray and empty wood suspiciously. If there was a house there, he couldn't see it. Neither could she, but she had followed these directions precisely. She was not used to making mistakes