Domination and submission - Page 154



General Obuma watched with interest, as five police soldiers entered his office. In their midst was a white woman, the prisoner Lieutenant Amin had called him about, who had been arrested in the customs control with an ivory statuette in her luggage



It was rough for the week. I ignored Ms. Harper and avoided eye contact at all costs. I'm going to be honest though, I missed her; her taste, her touch, her scent. Pretty much everything. On friday I was dreading on seeing Ms. Harper but it was inevitable. We should talk. We needed to



Author's Note This portion of the story covers chapters four, five, and six. If anybody has any feedback or requests in the comments, I'd be happy to hear 'em! A brief synopsis of the first three chapters if your'e starting out here: Brian and Ashley are dating



¬Daddy’s Little Bitch Part 3 Daddy’s Friends Outside Flagstaff AZ John stepped out of his rusting blue Chevy truck at the end of a long isolated gravel driveway in the northern Arizona foothills and closed the door with a clunk
The Knight and the Acolyte Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Six: Labyrinthine Passions By mypenname3000 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this



Heather had seen several husbands come and go from her mother Priscilla’s life. Priscilla’s problem was she came from a very wealthy family and was absolutely gorgeous, so men were sometimes attracted to her just for her money and her looks



Chapter 3 When I got back home after school, with half my mind still on whether I should tell my aunt about my little voyeurism and sadistic tendencies, my jaw fell off as I saw my sister, Laura, preparing food in the kitchen


My Day with Aimee Like most Sunday's, I was sleeping in Knowing the alarm won't be disturbing my deep sleep… But there was something…It invaded my sub-conscious. In my dream state, it was hard to put my finger on it.. Flashes of a gently rocking boat Warm splashes of water.



he Ex-Wife and Step-Daughter! Chapter 1 As I felt the thick head of my cock pop into the virginal asshole of my ex-wife's eighteen year old daughter, eliciting a muted scream as her face was forced deeper into her mom's pussy, I paused to think about how I managed to get into this position



First a little about me. I really enjoy getting a massage. I love the anticipation, wondering if she is going to jack me off at the end of the massage. Most of the time I can tell by the ad if the massage comes with a happy ending



I last left you with Kim and I having spent Friday night with John at his apartment. When I awoke the next day, Kim and I were the only ones in the bed. I got up and walked out thinking I would find John in the kitchen but instead I found his note
HONEY ON THE FARM I was a little annoyed to receive a routine email from the local agricultural society of which I’m a member and notice that the sender had failed to use the BCC feature so there was my personal email address openly broadcast to all 150 members
I don’t want to wake up. I know that I mustn’t. Oh yes—I was the heck tired yesterday doing an interview with a top most celebrity and today there would be an opulent and grand Marie de Pierre Gala going on at Riesman Hotel here in Las Vegas



My name is Emma and I am 22 years old. I was brought up in a well to do middle class family and now live on my own with a private income. I do not need to work and I spend a good part of every day at the stables tending to and riding my grey gelding



I really hated doing a lot of work. I hate it when people resist or fight back, especially if they scream for help. That's why I was glad to find this perfect empty back alley bar that had been abandoned. It was a total wreck and would cost a small fortune to refurbish