Coercion - Page 49



My name is Sarah, I am 24 years old and a law student in New York City. I am a white conservative young woman from Texas. I completed all of my pre-law courses at a small university in West Texas



The following is a true story, with just some of the details altered to protect the identity of those concerned, or help convey better the atmosphere and feelings at the time



Letter 1 Guilty By Accident Dear Judge, Now I was supposed to write you this and explain how come the woman I accidentally did was not illegally done after all



Pinned Down I was sitting in my room, playing computer games on the internet, you know, as most 15year olds did with their computers apart form watch porn



Aid in Africa Part Two : Trish Trish followed Mgwabe deeper and deeper into the sinister complex, as they wove through large well furnished rooms. The walls seemed to hide strange truths as Trish followed the man through what seemed to her to be a medieval Moor castle
Mia sat at the kitchen table of her new mother-in-law Diana sipping her morning coffee as her new husband Steve kissed her on the forehead before heading out the door for work. It was been two weeks since the wedding the two wed each other in front of their family and friends



She closed the door to the van and cleaned herself up, clearing away the sweat with wet wipes and brushing her hair out again. Putting her bra and skirt back on, she looked around before opening the van door



Teen Titans’ Chronicles Five: Quiver Full of Toys: This is the fifth edition of my Teen Titans’ Chronicles series. If you haven’t read the first four parts of the series, you might be a little lost at this point
Tokyo’s a big place, but it isn’t as busy in the morning as you think As we got closer to the school which, thankfully, is just a few long blocks from home, we often either sprinted across green lights to avoid getting ran over or hopped over stationary cars waiting for the light to change


The truck approaches the stalled car. One more tow and he can go home to bed. It has been a slow night what with the rain and all. A constant steady rain, soaking, but warm. This lonely highway is awful dark and he switches on the powerful spotlights



“ yes!, give me your cum”, I moaned out, just as my little fingers brought me to orgasm thinking about the previous day's activity with Ryan and James
.For some reason, all us mothers have a code that is taboo to ever talk about. We don’t talk about our sexual feelings for our sons or daughters. It’s somehow so taboo, so unthinkable, so naughty, we never talk about it



copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 Sally-Anne whistled quietly to herself, in a happy mood as she cleaned Room 517 on the top floor of the hotel



"Have you really wondered why? Have you really wondered how? Im sure you're keen to know. but first, continue. Dont let my words stop you." Those were the words he heard from the dream he lad last night. It was so terrifyingly wierd that he actually woke up in cold sweat



Paying The Piper The first thing he became aware of as he came to, was that he wasn't able to see, not a little bit blind but completely blind. He tried to move his hands but that didn't really do much either. He couldn't move