Cruelty - Page 60

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

I didn't mean to kill my girlfriend! I know it's cliche but, in my case it's true. Let me tell you my story and than you can judge for your self

First and foremost the true author of this is King Of Rejects. It is his story and I have altered it slightly for grammar (I did not spend long on it and I know I said I wouldn't but after reading through it I thought why not?). I do have his permission to repost these

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

She was 30 years old but looked to be about 23 and loved nothing more than being fucked brutally. She wasn’t what you would call beautiful but she was very pretty and insanely hot. Small, only 5’2” with 32C tits, small hips and a pretty little shaved pussy

I’d like to welcome you to the special extended extreme unrated edition of my autobiography

Chapter 0: Love at first sight "If I was her boyfriend, I would never get bored of her." It was just three years ago that this exact thought entered my mind. The reason for this thought was nothing but half a second of eye contact. I had just started my second year of college

Lenarta had been idly fingering herself on the bed, as Galifssae and Reesha walked the boy into the chambers. She smiled. She'd been trying to imagine how he'd look, and she was pleased to say that he was even prettier than she'd hoped. The boy looked frightened. That was good

I was once a promising young man with a bright, and vibrant future, but that was very long ago, and in a very different life

I wake up for the nth time to the sound of my big brother beating me about the head. “Time to get up no-dick. I ain’t driving you to school.” “I’m up, I’m up. Go to hell James

In a darkened room, lit mainly by candles, she awaited Him, nervous, excited

Torture/rape/dog/horse Torture “Comfortable?” His sardonic smile didn’t quite make his eyes. She looked at him through tear swelled and reddened, half closed lids

DISCLAIMER: I'D ADVISE READING CHAPTER ONE-TWO AHEAD OF THIS. Chapter 3 Outside I felt the hot sun caress my face as I stepped out onto the public street. Looking back, I could see my Mother's slightly bruised face disappearing behind the door to my house

Molly walked through the door after a long day at school. Brian wasn’t sitting in his chair. She walked upstairs. It was odd- ever day since her mother had been kicked out three months back. She missed her mother but preferred to live with Brian