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Chapter 3: Hannah’s New Life “Wake up slut! It’s time to put that hot little body to work, you got a long day ahead of you,” one of the bikers declared, slapping Hannah roughly across the face. Hannah yelped in pain as she was abruptly and painfully woken up


And here I am again! I was always at my grandparents house. One minute my parents were there and the next they were gone. I was just left, and I always knew what was in store for me. I’d try to stay away from him, cling to my grandmother, but he always got what he wanted



This is the longest erotic story I've written thus far, and so I'm really excited to post it. I'm sorry about any spelling/grammatical errors, though I did give it a quick edit
SOUTHERN AFGHANISTAN: 1530 hours local time. "SHIT SHIT, SHIT, RED LIGHT . HYDRAULICS." " Roger Captain. I see it." replied the male voice, calm as always. " Looks like we better be setting it down right now. There. The road at 2 o’clock looks like the only flat ground I can see



The low slung sports car pulled up outside the modern apartment block. Nadia hadn’t cum during the short journey, although she acquiesced to her master’s demand for her to put her feet up on the dashboard, her legs obscenely splayed by the bar pushing her thighs apart



Normally, when people talk about a mans cock they describe length as if it is the sole metric of judgement. But what struck Kiara more than anything was the significant thickness of the shaft presented before her. Her first thought was a significant worry that it simply wouldn't fit
1) This is a work of FICTION. Never confuse fantasy and reality. As long as it's consensual (and you are all mature enough to give consent thoughtfully) let you imagination fly. 2) This story concerns toilet accidents, forced diapering and the humiliation of a nine year old boy



This was the second night in a row that Brent had made me wear a dildo in my pussy. But tonight in addition to the dildo I had a long thin vibrator shoved in my ass, which made it near impossible to sleep



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



It had been seven days since Roughton University's Dean, Dick Hardown, met Courtney in his office and gave her some much needed discipline. Initially, Mr. Hardown believed that that incident would have led to a great week



I grab the cat woman’s grey tail. Kneeling on her bed, balls deep in her noble cunt. Divya’s pleasured purrs turn to yowls of pain and lust as I squeeze and yank her tail. “Yes! Harder!” She orders throwing her head back. Her black hair tosses around wildly
It was their first meeting. They'd exchanged a few emails discussing possible scenarios, but now it was the real moment of truth. The would-be submissive knocked on the door, his heart beating with a mixture of anticipation and dread. The door opened to reveal a younger man
I had a hard time sleeping that night. After my session with Shanda The night before I had slept so much because of how stressed I was. However, that sleep wasn't caused by the stress so much as an escape from it. Even sleep didn't give me a leave from the reality of my situation
Silky had been engaged when she first met Michael. He was the program director of the college radio station where she went to school and worked everyday from two to six every afternoon. In essence, he was her boss
Chapter 1: Heaven It has long since been known that angels and demons despise each other.. But for these two lovers, neither can agree that that is entirely true