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Kneeling down at Lacey's feet, I paused in helping zip up her black leather boots and looked up at her. "Are you sure this is going to be ok? I don't want this to get in the way of what you have going on," I asked. "Of course I'm sure Honey," she said, smiling down at me

-Part I- I like church girls. I guess that's my MO. Won't every catch me though, that "good girl" tendency is the closest thing to a pattern they'll find. There’s always a pattern though. Constantly plagued by it

Chapter 1: The Tour From the outside, the building looks innocent enough. The wealthy merchant Armando wonders if he has found the right place to fulfill the dark desires he is ready to pay well for

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We glide across the city in the silver pickup with the bass thumping in the moonlit summer night. I wriggle my bottom slowly and purposefully letting the sheer flimsy thong drop to my ankles

Eddie heard Christine’s screams fill the basement like a chorus of banshees over the howling roar of the big chainsaw, her wild-eyed, terror-driven fear through the blue haze of smoke that poured from the saw

Some people call it bondage, but whatever it’s called it all started as a teasing dare. They loved to arouse each other whenever they were apart. On the phone they would tease each other until one or both of them needed to hang up

"Oh, Ama," my father called from the living room. I sighed and closed my book, getting up to go to the living room. "Yes, father?" He was sitting on the couch in just his boxers per usual and was no doubt watching some kind of porn

In the night sky far above the lighted ceiling of Penn Station’s main concourse, thunderclouds gathered in the New York City sky. Even on a good night it was next to impossible to see a star, but the encroaching storm blackened the Manhattan night

I have done so many forms of this thing to my Girl, and these are only several of them The American River Bike Trail Those of you that have read my stories know that over the years, I love to take her parking mostly with a blindfold and her hands tied

John felt rather sheepish as he walked into the lobby at the women’s refuge, an anonymous unit behind a down town shopping mall. “Hi, I‘m John Barnes, I think Sarah, my wife, is here?” he said awkwardly as he approached the reception desk

Sprite hadn't forgotten my surprise. As Sprite stood bent over legs spread there swong a simple white string swinging carelessly from her anxious rosebud hole. Not only that in the dim light of the hotel room something glistened and glinted from inside of her pussy

Copyright 2018 by the author. All rights reserved. EVIL DUDES-CHAPTER 2 By Randy MacAnus The four of us shared an old farm house, with a barn, a large yard, and a huge basement. It was roughly in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods

Philip Banks woke up slowly, to a headache, and a sound of his children laughing playfully. He opened his eyes, and saw his two young children, Jane and Michael, who were watching lights flying around the room

Chapter 5 “Morning, Sam!” A cheery female voice pulled his attention from the tablet as he stood outside pen 15. “Oh, hi, Emily