Coercion - Page 117

* Gene and Janet wanted to write a story about what was happening. The third person, Paula, in this event was still involved with both of them. They ask me to write it for them. __A teen girl with a voyeur fetish watched the events evolve thru the bushes in their back yard

A Prologue Coach Jacobs walked silently down the corridor at St. Adalbert’s Catholic high school. During class the halls were as silent as a ghost town, in contrast to the teeming hordes that would flood the space as soon as the bell would ring

With a mix of nearly equal parts frustration and hopelessness I stared at the mechanical conundrum that was my car’s engine. I’d been stuck here with my hood up hoping to get some kind of help for hours

LAURIE My brother is shy. Shyness is endearing up to a point, but at eighteen years old, it goes from cute, to pathetic. You think he’d get out of his fucking shell by now, but nope; Tom is still the awkward, apprehensive boy he’s been his entire life

IAs I walked up to the manor, last night kept playing through my mind. I just wanted to meet the dog, and so I let myself into the kennel. Then before I knew it, he had knocked me down, and was sniffing me

Ok, so this is my first story. I hope you like it. I understand that it may have a few problems with it, but I’m only just getting into writing after being a long time reader of a lot of people’s work on here

NOTE: To aid in the visualization, I have pics of CutieMish(Michelle Lam) in my album My Fuckable Asian Fantasies. Michelle Lam is a 20 year-old girl of Asian descent, living in a small town just outside of London, England

Freshman Girl By: DamonX () "No. No. No. Maybe if I was drunk. No. No." Reaching my hands up and placing them lazily behind my head, I reclined against the large oak tree at my back and continued to check out the steady stream of girls walking past me. "No.Yes. No

I came out to my car to go to work. I noticed a thick letter under my wiper blade. I got in my car and opened it. Here’s what the letter said: ----- Dear Sir: “I think it’s time I let you know that I have been lusting for your wife Liz, for a long time now

Dale grabbed the tits of the vampiress tied to the bed under him, tickling her nipples while she was still raging about having been marked. "I will disembowel you, fucking pig!" She yelled, furious. "Yes yes, of course", answered him, fondling her tits

Knowledge is power. And with enough power, you can do what ever you want and no one can do a damn thing about it. Just like a certain young man I know. He lives in the apartment next to mine. He lives there with a couple other guys that attends the same college he does

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental

Disclaimer: Doing anything to another without consent is not only wrong, it is evil. But there is a difference between fantasy rape and real rape. Although the following story is fictional, it based around a completely consensual role play indulged in by the author and her Master

Tarnheim Academy, Part 2 Standing naked in Miss Krieger’s office, my mind whirled with emotions hitherto unknown to me. I felt at once both fearful and aroused

Chapter One Our family had moved to a house just three blocks off of the Pacific Ocean. At the end of the cul-de-sac, a trail led downward to the edge of a cliff overlooking the water

Scarlett stood precariously in his new heeled shoes, eying himself over sceptically in the full-length mirror Mayla had been so kind as to provide him with. She had been so kind as to provide him with a lot of things, actually

Dahlia couldn't remember where she was. In fact, she couldn't quite remember what she was doing stark naked in the middle of her dark bedroom. With a muffled groan, she tried to prop herself up on her elbows but only got as far as the groan - she was tied in place

Summary: Kylie makes a thoughtless promise to her boyfriend which she's unwilling to fulfill. But there is a solution..

This account starts in the second half of 1993. I was a sergeant in the R.A.F. and was based at R.A.F. Henlow in Bedfordshire. I was in my final year before discharge and, as was customary, was taking my turn to run the Sgts Mess bar

Lillian rode the rest of the way to Anchius’s herd on his back. After their encounter with the wolf, and perhaps certain other activities, he was more protective of her