Domination and submission - Page 124



PART TWO POV: Nikolai I hadn't been thinking when I bit into her neck. The consequences just didn't seem as important as my burning need to know what she tasted like, to have her blood inside me



Enjoy! Hi, my name is ChelseaI'm a transgender, or as Brianna the bitch would call me "Deformed Dickgirl". She's such a fucking mean bitch, and she is always fucking around with the jocks! She stole my boyfriend, and "fucked his brains out"; he dumped me afterwards..For her



From the last story I looked over at Katy, who was also straightened up and ready to go back out. I looked at the card and it said 'Conyards Rare Books' with her name and a phone number. Interesting. "C'mon. Let's see what the others are up to and head home." "Yes, Master



Andre managed to run out of Jasmine’s house without drawing any attention. He continued to walk home to grab stuff for his history project with Lila. Even though they were done, he knew it’d be suspicious if they asked about it. He approached her house and rang the doorbell



18 year old Derek sat in the middle of a semi-full daytime classroom. He was tired of his bitch teacher assigning twenty pages of homework every night. She always acted like she was up on some high horse



Prologue It started with a flash of pink light. I yelped, the cry echoing throughout the small room that had been my home for the past three years. It wasn’t much, but it was better than what most of the orphans got
She never understood how he found out. She’d been so careful! But he did and now there was hell to pay. Was it worth it? Her dalliance with another lover had been wonderful. Mind boggling at times



It's the break we have been waiting for one that does not involve us taking any off days at work. You get done with your shopping trips and breakfast duties with your folks and finally have some you time. And of course, you have month end work to look into


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*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 5 It was the following Tuesday, lunch time at school



This is a story written by my friend and me, this is our first story so please give constructive feedback



Part one Beth was at home, daydreaming again about Jackson, when she should have been finishing the dishes. Her husband was putting her daughter to bed upstairs, so it was all too easy to get lost in her fantasies
Author note: I have changed this chapter as on reflection it was quite rushed and did not fit how I wanted the story to play out going forward. Following the back to back sessions with Sam and Angus, Tegan retired to her room to recuperate a little before dinner



The door to the subway car opened and the two young schoolgirls boarded the train. As the doors closed the girls looked around and noticed that they were the only women in the car. There were several men who seemed to be looking them over carefully



Just outside of Summersville, West Virginia, on route 19 there was an abandoned gas station. The local lore said that it was haunted and that anyone that ever went there went missing