Bondage and restriction - Page 115



It was Friday night at 7:30 when Max's car drove up to my house. I was dressed in the sexiest lingerie I could find at Victoria's Secret, a red lace bra, red lace panties, red lace long socks and a sheer cover up. I walked up to the Escalade and sat on Max's lap



***** I am extremely curious about your opininions. It may be an independent story, but it also may be a first part. ***** A stranger from a pub He wanted her. He needed to have her. Now



The horns announce the war party's arrival to the multitude of guests. Caesar Constantine, emperor of Rome, sits at the head of a long, low banquet table, which is flanked with large pillows



Once upon a time, there was a woman called Megan. Was? Well she's not so much a woman as a cock serving harlot now. and this story is about how man-kind made her realize her true calling. This Megan, as she was called back then, had two special qualities



Hey guys/gals, More reluctance and rape type scenarios in this one – I’m really into that kind of thing so let me know what you think. Also I removed the monsters cause it bordered on bestiality in my mind, it’s not something I enjoy writing about
I found myself lying comfortably, but securely tied to a metallic frame in the shape of an 'X', or the Saint Andrew's cross as what Luther had told me a few days ago. Completely naked and bound, i realized just how exposed i was



“I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed. I dream of a day when they may rise to drag down mankind—when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor ascend amidst universal pandemonium



A CASH SHORTFALL I have a terrible gambling addiction. I have been through therapy several times, but once again I have lost everything. This time it is bad, really bad. Making things even worse, over time I have become an expert at hiding my financial situation



Emily smiled as her house came into view. It had been a difficult couple of weeks, but today had been the best day since the big night - and she hoped it would only get better



Hmkaylet's see Once upon a time there was a cute goth girl who believed in vampyres. A lot of her friends believed in vampyres, or at least liked to dress up like vampyres, but this girl BELIEVED in them. The way little kids BELIEVE in Santa



Just Friends 2: A Wii Bit of Encouragement It has been a couple of a days since I've seen Xavier last. I guess I've been feeling some good old fashioned Catholic guilt. After all, he was my friend's ex-boyfriend



Part two of the story of Debbie and the twins. The first half here is mostly character and story line development, and it’s somewhat long. Please read “Babysitting the Twins Again” (which is part 1) for the background story. The setting here is three months later



***************************************** Hey guys, first story of mine. It's just something I threw together real quick so it is a little short and rough
Another boring day at work. The only bright spot was some of the people I worked with. One in particular actually, Betsy. I'd had my eye on her since she started six months ago. There was just something seductive about her, starting with her smile that just melts you



Chapter 15 Master J Michael and Molly I go into my office to meet with J who is here to pick up his slave and Molly I give him a hug and a kiss as I tell him that it’s been to long since I have seen him