Coercion - Page 63



The benefits of being a landlord. I own and manage a ten unit low income apartment building in Phoenix and over the last several years that has given me quite a few chances to get fucked or blown



By the time Lela finally let me go, I was beyond exhausted. My whole body ached, and even the thought of sex made me shudder. Not even Lela’s greenish-yellow healing light could alleviate the last six hours of carnal bliss



He wakes to the smell of crisp fried bacon, with warm, soft lips pressed to his. He opens his eyes slowly, smiling up at his Mistress as she serves him breakfast in bed, nude save for another apron and her neck, wrist and ankle bands, her hands gently caressing his sleepy body
SEX IN SEOUL - Part One (by Anonymous) All the recent publicity about Korea has taken me back to my interesting experiences in the South part of that troubled country



There will be more chapters to this story. DISCLAIMER: There are sensitive themes in this story. Please note the tags and if you are offended or triggered by any of them please do not read further
Easy For Me I hadn't always been this way. It was a recent development. I didn't try to fight the urge, not really hard anyway. It just happened. When I saw my baby girl dressing up, getting pretty something seemed to snap



Bzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzzz! Uhhhhh, I’m so exhausted. I can barely find the strength to shut my alarm off. 4 AM came quickly, my body aches from all the strain of being Amanda’s fucktoy. I force myself up. Ahhhh, my ass hurts like never before



It had been a long day at work. Usually, the drive home was enough to clear my head, but tonight some niggling little thought had crawled into my brain. The farther I drove, the more anxious I got, but whatever was bothering me danced just outside the edge of comprehension



This is something that happened back in February when I was staying at Kip’s place in Breckenridge. I didn’t write about it at the time because I didn’t have the consent of the people involved and I didn’t think it was appropriate to ask at the time either



This is a fiction story, so enjoy it. Let me introduce myself. I’m Geeta Singh Anant, age 21, fit body, slender legs, especially curved thighs especially thicker than normal. Firm and straight boobs as especially noticed by everyone, fair skin, height 5 feet 5 inch
After "My Ex and my dog" I always wanted a repeat but the dog was gone and I never got another so when I next got with a woman who was game for just about anything to do with sex I formed this fantasy



"You don't suppose your uncle was kidding?" Baxter wondered, peering through the gray and empty wood suspiciously. If there was a house there, he couldn't see it. Neither could she, but she had followed these directions precisely. She was not used to making mistakes
Friend's note: Please allow me to start out by saying that I am NOT Dark_Brother. I am Was his closest friend. He had confided in me about this story that he had penned, and had often lamented that it had never reached its full potential



Princess Peach awoke in a daze. Her head hurt as she tasseled her hair a little as the images before her eyes started to gain focus. That’s when she realized, she had been kidnapped..



Taken By Lesbian Warlord Chapter 1 Iona sat in the corner of the felt tent, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. The men of the steppe, clad in their supple leathers and luxurious furs, had sternly and forcefully directed her to stay sat, and stay silent