Coercion - Page 56

Richard smiled looking down at his beautiful young wife, Emily. After a hell of six months putting up with his bridezilla, they’d arrange to keep them both happy during the wedding plans. He would get to decide two things about their wedding, just two, and Emily would decide the rest

IT was summer and I was 14 I would ride my bike down to a local lake that my friend's grandfather owned every day. We would go fishing there since it was a nice private spot. I was 14, and jerking off 3 times a day at the point

LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fantasy: attempting performing the sex acts detailed here could seriously damage your health. Do it anyway ^~^ Melissa turned the corner and emerged, finally, into arrivals

Intro Before continuing I should probably introduce myself, My names Jack, I’m a teenager, still at school and living with my parents. Looking forward to leaving it soon tbh. I’m pretty shredded but only got that way recently

As I drove the six blocks to the Holt's house, I found myself remembering the times Richard and I had spent together. We had been good friends after I had moved to the town at the age of ten, and started the fifth grade

My name is Jerri. I guess it first started when I hugged my mom Sandy’s new boyfriend Bill, and I first felt his boner. The thought of him getting a boner from being turned on by me, gave me a thrill that ran though my body. He had just brushed my wet hair

The journey to Florida was forecast to be a long one, so we timed our trip with some extra time to allow for stopping several times along the way

My Anal Sister I couldn’t believe that my fifteen-year-old sister Debra was giving a guy a blowjob. Not just one guy but six guys. Yes, last night my little sister Debra gave six guys blowjobs and I was watching it on DVD thanks to one of my friends

Bigoted Wife Turned Racist by aliveinpr My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Please read and enjoy this fictional writing

Jessica and I had been friends since the 3rd grade. There wasn't a whole lot we had in common but when you grow up in small town Forks, Washington USA, there isn't a whole lot of people you can call your best friend just because there aren't a whole lot of people your age

Not exactly Cinderella It was just a chance encounter. I was at the autumn ball, the last one before Christmas. The palace ball room was decorated with a dazzling array of glittering, shimmering crystal set off by a thousand candles

One of the guys at school was having an end of year party, I went with Sam, my boyfriend, he seemed so happy to have me on his arms, we stayed together all night with me being the dedicated girl friend

AUTHOR'S UPDATE: The next chapter will be the epilogue of this series

The Charity Store The shop was just like any other charity shop, rows of second hand clothes on moveable racks, old books, toys, nick nacks, paintings, photographs, books, CDs, tools, cutlery, plates, musical instruments some vinyl records and cassette tapes although we no longer accepted them

I was driving home from college for Christmas break. My sophomore year had been, so far, pretty boring. I had broken up with my girlfriend from freshman year shortly after summer break had begun, because I caught her cheating with her old high-school flame