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Nicole sauntered across the park toward the exit. It had been a wonderful day; the sun was shining, the breeze light and refreshing, and the type of day she wished she could enjoy more often



WARNING: WARNING: WARNING: This chapter involves NON-CONSENSUAL SEXUAL ACTIONS concerning a young boy and several other teens. Please, PLEASE, look at the themes above this note, and if any of these turn you off, look elsewhere



Over the next few days, Janis was in the tower mostly to check on things. Kaarthen knew her to be making another move in the drawn out game of favor and dominance the Goddess’ Priestess and Champion played
What’s not to like ? My wife Dee an I are in our 50’s we have some friends whose wife is also named Dee that we would go out with time to time. This particular night we were going bar hopping in our local town
Tegan felt a great deal better now that she’d spoken with Brandon. She didn’t know if Angus and Sam were equally troubled by the situation but she doubted it – and she hoped any other concerns would be easily alleviated



I just banged my dad again last night. Soooo horny. Today in English I fingered because of that. "A field trip?" Fay screams at my teacher. "Aren't those for little kids?" Han asks. "Yes just you all are going to help addicts and drinkers so it's a good cause." Mr. Ligh scolds



This is a series I wrote for an email group of which I was part. It must be fifteen years since I wrote it. I've mentioned Bondage but it's only very mild, similarly the place of work isn't a prominent feature, it's more a romance with sex than anything else. But it's not all that bad



Foreword. It is a sad fact of life that many of our teenage children come off the tracks



It started with an ad. "Dominant mistress seeking submissive slave to dominate and train over text." Or something of that nature I had posted it online, in a 'personals' section of a sexual website. I also posted my number, and got many replies



The sun peaked over the grass covered hilltop, its crown reflected in the sprawling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a short breath and knocked three times on the large wooden door. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no answer



Part Two: Three days passed and no police came for me, and when I saw Ashley, it didn’t seem like she knew anything. Just as I suspected, Jill didn’t have it in her to tell anyone about what I had done, either because she was ashamed or because she loved it, probably both



Rachel landed roughly in an undignified heap in the middle of the giant four poster bed. She tried to roll off the mattress but she was immediately subdued by the heavy body of the captain landing on top of her



It was two days after Easter when I received a surprising message on Facebook. A girl I used to only see at a friend's bonfires asked word for word "are you up for a spontaneous adventure?" I was caught completely off guard to say the least



S&M Diary So I'm not a writer but after a summer of amazing sex I thought I'd share it with others. I'm a male, 35, fit, attractive, bisexual, married and this is all true and begins back in June when I had become bored with porn



Three days had passed since I had fucked my best friend without him knowing it