Coercion - Page 26



Belind sat in the corner of his cell, afraid and alone, nothing to do apart from to wait for the next visit from the almost brutal Ariela
Meeting Mr RightSecond date, or the first REAL date. It's been 5days since I went to Chris's house and his friends used me as a cum dumpster, I keep thinking of that night and I get so hot but I cant touch myself cause my pussy is still tender



I was just your average 13 year old boy on summer break from school. I did the typical stuff that any other kid my age would do, including sports, bike riding, and other fun activities



Rachel opened her eyes, to the sound of her annoying alarm clock, buzzing in her ear. Why does 4 a.m. always come so quickly? As she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, she remember what day it was…



The 4 passengers board the elevator to the 11th floor of thier office building. Unknown to them this will be a very painful and pleasing ride. The Cast: 1. The thin, black, 5 foot 8 man. 2



Corontation Street - An Ensemble Fuck Story Starring, Rosie Webster, Sally Webster, Sarah Louise, Maria and Candice. I am aware some of the timeline may not add up as I am not actually a fan of the show. I just like the women



One of the whores I solicited when I was in my late 30's was this girl who was 18, or at least she said she was. She was blonde with green eyes, real pretty and not all fucked up like the whores who strolled around town at all of the obvious places
My swim squad is the best sport to gaze at the boys. They are athletic and very sexy in swimming costume and best of all you can shower with them every day. I was about 16 when Jared moved into our squad
Fbailey story number 191 Horror Movies It was a dark and rainy night. Our parents were away for the week and we were supposed to be home alone. As you know…kids will be kids. I called up two of my friends and Donna called up some of her friends



I can not remember a time where my biological mother was not using one drug or another. I remember being hungry a lot and learning how to get food from school and other kids and neighbors and even the trash sometimes
Amy and Vivian had not intended to enter the ultimate nightmare of despair that would end in their complete sexual degradation. Their trip had started off with only carefree optimism
It was a bright sunny noon day as I approached the door of 6019 Hilside Rd. Birds singing, trees gently swaying in the wind and me smiling in anticipation of what was to come. Reaching the door I stood there contemplating my future actions and their implications
My name is April Dawson and I'm 17. I wouldn't call myself popular but I get by. I'm certainly not at the bottom of the totem pole. Most guys find me attractive but soon discover I'm also a bit strange. My strange collections such as memento mori photographs tend to turn guys off
'Sir.' Seth tried again. 'Our paper is of a far better quality then any of our competitors. Not only that, but I can give you a very good deal.' The old bald man opposite him looked at Seth. Seth was selling but the man was not buying



Chapter 3 “Your teachers sure weren’t happy about you not coming in. You were supposed to be back for class yesterday. Did things back home take longer than expected?” Father Hauser was in his office, pouring a cup of tea for a student