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"Oh, I think that little bro here is a little tense – I think he needs to relax a little", the main guy nodded as he said this and the second assailant walked back over to girl



The 5% of the time a Craigslist Post is Real How many of us have either answered a Craigslist Post or had the nerve to post an ad looking for some sex


Paul and Tina have been married for about 6 years, and have a 3 year old daughter. Instead of taking their daughter to a daycare, they have a babysitter come in to watch her during the day



They writings below are not for everybody, the author does not condone any form of non-consensual BDSM or violence to any persons so if you don’t like it do not read on, if you do read on, understand it is not 100% real and please enjoy and let me know



Towering columns of Cumulo Nimbus, shone bronzed in the suns last gleam, as far below in the chasm of streets ruled the pale twilight of even', and in her office eyrie, on the twenty seventh floor Sarah sat and thought of her life and love and wondered what it was all for



“Are you fucking serious?” I stood in what appeared to be dungeons below the old university grounds. I had no idea where I was as I had been blind folded and brought down here from my bed, but I had been expecting that. All the worst initiation shit happened after hours



Chapter 11 I stood up and looked over at Jessica's unconscious form. She was still bound, and the blindfold had snapped back into place when I ran to the laptop. I sat down beside her on the bed and caressed her cheek
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The young intern sat by himself in one corner of the coffee shop. He had learned about medicine, but more importantly, he had learned something about life. “You look like shit, Ben.” He continued with the design he was making in the ashes of his latest cigarette



Abusing Nadia – 3 Her eyes opened quickly sensing the unfamiliar surroundings. Immediately, she remembered. Him, fucking her, him, shooting his spunk all over her face. Her pussy quivered. She reached up to delicately press her fingertips against the cum on her face



Sensing that there was something else, he asked, “What are you not telling me?” Wondering how he seemed to know, she answered, “Reed and I slept together when we could before I totally ended it with Neil. Reed made no secret about it either



After breakfast the men left the cabin, knowing that she would clean everything up and have her chores completed when they returned. They had broken her to their ownership and she hadn’t thought of escape in several months



It was a cool autumn night and dance music was pumping in the stuffy nightclub “Euphoria.” It was a well known haunt for graduate students and other young professionals a few miles from campus
S&M Fantasy Cabin 2 Pam calmed down and lay still waiting for her captor to return with fear of the pain he would inflict on her but feeling aroused thinking about the pleasure he had forced on her. She lay tied spread eagle and blindfolded to the large bed
Philip was sweeping the floor of the restaurant where he worked when he finally heard a knock. He set the broom aside and quickly bounded across the room to open the door. My wife Amanda poked her head in and smiled. “Hello, Philip. Sorry I’m late, I got caught up in traffic