Bondage and restriction - Page 177

This is a different kind of write up. I thought this would appeal to some people as change is always nice. This story involves an interview related to one of my older stories. I sat down and interviewed my friend

Last summer my wife and I were alone on a trip with our RV. We got the rig set up; had a nice meal, a campfire started, poured a couple of drinks and sat down to relax in front of the fire. We couldn’t remember a time when we didn’t have the kids with us

Daddy says that I will be punished for any spelling mistakes so I have checked but if any are found comment below and suggest the punishment that I should get as Daddy thinks that would be appropriate..

PART 1 – The Guy The girl begged so well. Her eyes stared back at me, and as she said “Please,” it was unclear whether she was pleading for the horror to stop or whether she was desperate for more. I shifted uncomfortably as a burgeoning erection began to push at my jeans

When I woke the next morning, a wave of terror overtook me. It came sunddenly, like an electric shock, and froze me in place. My muscles turned to stone. Every pore of my body gushed sweat, and my legs began to tremble. My best friend Noah was dead

Daddy’s Promise Missy was frustrated beyond belief. Bob hadn’t touched her since the spanking last month. Mother had unexpectedly come home the next day, but she had only stayed a little over a week. Still, Bob was distant and grumpy

Rachel felt his hard cock parting her pussy lips stretching her walls, sliding deeper into her love tunnel. She didn’t open her eyes, just pictured him. The large handsome Spaniard she had met on the beach. Who'd whisked her off her feet, with his dark skin and rock hard abs

Part 1 Botched Ransom “How old are you, Chrissy?” asked the man. He was stroking her hand as he said it. “I’m twenty,” she replied uneasily. She wanted to take her hand back, but was afraid of angering her captor

I haven't written about my hot wife in a while, so I figure it's time to fill you in on her latest sexploit. Anne Marie is 40, looks 27, and fucks like a 19 year old. She's tall, tanned skin, with long wild dirty-blond hair. Her legs and ass are perfect

NEW BEGINNINGS the club house The week was a great one, I had Adam back he had kinda forgiven me, I came out to my mom, and I was going to the clubhouse to pay for my wrong doing and disappointing Adam

Sisters in Slavery prequel chapter 04 - - Author's note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters as under eighteen years of age. Also this story features themes of nonconsensual sex including rape, slavery, incest, and bestiality

The Breaking of Tracy part 2 Preparations I personally have four bedrooms at the estate. My main bedroom is on the third floor and is decorated in imported Italian marble. The bathroom is the size of a low income house in most civilized worlds

Angel A Novel By: S. Stevenson The Selection Part One The Meeting Having picked up her luggage, Angel walked out of the terminal and into the bright sunlight

David was getting more and more uncomfortable the longer he waited. He had done everything that Cady had asked for, now all he could do was wait for her to arrive. David had arranged everything with her and followed her instructions to the letter

My marriage with Jake has been very happy. We have a ton of fun together; we’re always laughing and goofing around. He can make me smile at will. Jake fulfills all of my needs: mental, emotional, physical

We had been out in this hellhole for almost a year now and it was obviously starting to show. Everyday the same routine..

Steve drove home and collapsed on his large leather sofa. He was absolutely knackered, his cock and balls aching from all the amazing fucking he'd done

Saturday at lunch „You told her? Are you crazy?“ Jenny can’t believe what her step-brother is telling her. How does he not realize that this was a bad idea? “Of course I told her.” Steve says, “You don’t build a relationship on a lie

A Crazy Ex-Girlfriend It was Miranda! Of course it was Miranda. It all started to make sense, although it was still a bizarre situation. I was tied down spread eagle on a king sized bed. The room around me was so preppy and pink it seemed to belong to a teenager

I had been locked up for a little over a year now. I was consumed with regret for what I did, flipping drugs and shit. Just a young thug trying to make money, ya know? But I guess every dog has his day, and they finally got me, and gave me three fucking years