Domination and submission - Page 122



Initially, Amy was hesitant when Alex had asked her if she wanted to take the bus instead of a plane. She knew that what should have been a couple-hour journey would now take more than a whole day, but when she saw the price difference she would have to say yes
Long after I had realized that I was a submissive lesbian slut, my sister told me how she trained me to be that way. After hearing her story in Training Sarah Part one, two and three, many of the things that happened during my junior year of high school began to make sense
The ride home was torturous for Lita. Each time she pulled up to a traffic light or stop sign and put on brakes, the motion of her car stopping would push the plug into her anus. Her pussy was on fire. She need relief again. Her mind wandered back to almost an hour ago when Mr



My life wasn’t ideal for any 13 year old boy hitting puberty. I grew up in a house with no father (because he kicked the bucket when I was only two years old) a mother who seemed like she was always out of town, and three older sisters


I decided I couldn’t wait until Friday and I had an open afternoon at work on Thursday, so I called Cindy in the morning and told her to call Sam about lunch. I wanted them both to meet me at the Italian restaurant in the mall between our home and office


This is a semi-fictional story based on an encounter I once had. I wish I remembered her name, it started with a "J" or an "H" or a "G", either way it was as exotic as she. A dark skinned beauty I met on one of those silly phone dating apps when I was in mood for such things
Biting rain fired down from the heavens, the world lost in darkness on a thunderous night. Soon the door to the inn swung open, a young man and a heavily armored guard escaping the cold with a slam of the door behind them
It's been a long time since I've dated. My husband left me around a year ago, he had cheated on me with a younger, more attractive early twenties girl with big perky tits and a tight ass. But you know what, I don't even care



kly, her head swimming in a mire of pain and fatigue, her arm strained around the shoulders of a broad figure that held onto her, her feet limp as she was dragged, wet mud clinging to her feet as they trailed through the filth together, her tracks a single line beside the footprints of her companion
Linda sat there in the waiting room with her Master beside her, he had threatened her with the visit to the doctor if she didn't relax when he fucked her ass and now he had run out of patience


From the last story Suzanne looked up. "Please, let's keep it to only you two knowing who I am and fucking me." I looked at Cindy. She answered for me. "Okay, except for Katy." She grinned and leaned toward Suzanne



y I woke up, Aky was with his arm over my waist and Mark had his leg over mine, it felt warm…so good…I gave both a small kiss on their cheeks and slowly got up to prepare the usual stuff of the morning, it was actually pretty much the first time I had woke up and they were not already up, playing



Ok just a warning it takes a bit to get to the sex as this is mostly the setup. tell me what you think. Addicted Part 1 I cackled with joy as I got home and dumped the paper sack onto my bed



“Look to your extreme right all the newbies have gathered there” said the receptionist who set me back in reality. I had walked into what my life was to be for the next 6 years and yeah I didn’t like it. I am Farhan Quraish well soon to be Dr


WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental