Domination and submission - Page 175



Colin and Tara were a 2nd generation Irish American couple living in the suburbs of New York City. They were both 27 years old and had a daughter named Claire



Maxine thought going to a professional photographer to have some naughty photos taken for her husband was a good idea; it had been suggested by her best friend who had done something similar a while back for her boyfriend and she said it had gone down a treat



"Justin, wake up!" He could feel his body being rocked as the excited girl shouted out to him. "It's my birthday!" A groggy Justin opened his eyes, if only barely, looking at the clock. "And it's only 8 o'clock" he murmured as he shut his eyes once more



“Dammit Lucy! I told you to stay out of my stuff!" I was screaming at my younger sister who I told numerous times to keep her hands off my shit. But did she listen? Nooooo. And whenever I complained to mom I got the excuse "She's only 6." It was so annoying



3/17 Sitting on the deck of our beach house overlooking the Atlantic Ocean has always brought me a peace that helps center me. I have been on a whirlwind for the 2 months that has awoken me in so many aspects of my life



This will be the last chapter to get posted to the public forums. See my profile for details. The next day I found out that Steph was going into town. She needed some extra help for the Auction



For a while now I've been curious about guys. So I was cruising on Craigslist (back when that was around) looking for someone who wanted an ongoing sub for them to use from time to time



God Emperor Ch 1 This story was inspired by the computer game Jedi Knight; if you play this game from the dark side, you get to become God-Emperor of the Galaxy. This is a similar theme, though not set in Star Wars



Part II Jean waited, anxious and trembling, for she did not know what her eccentric boss might be expecting from her in the ‘special room’. "Do not fear, Miss Rene," said Brick, pleasantly. "I really believe that you and I are going to get along splendidly



I threw my backpack on over my shoulders to head outside, as I went through the living room I saw my parents sitting with a tall broad-shouldered man with too serious eyes and a gun tucked into his belt. A shiver ran through me and I walked faster toward the door



This is another Deirdre tribute from 1994. Enjoy! Voicemail by Virtual Scott I was in my daughter Mimi's room balancing the phone handset on one shoulder and trying to paw through the stack of college admissions paperwork. I'd gotten a busy signal again



I was 21 years old, and had been working for a southwest sheriff's department for a year, dealing primarily with runaways. i would track them down when possible and birng them back, but many were never found, never even seen or heard from again..



The Secret Cheerleader Vote - #8 The next day was Sunday, so Zane slept in. He was exhausted from the previous night’s activities and the fitful sleep that followed. He spent the entire night dreaming of the things he had seen



Chapter 1As if I hated it… She was being fucked to the hilt. There were no two ways about it. She did seem to like it, which was unusual for this line of work. Watching, I felt more uncomfortable than usual. A lot of guys think this is the dream job. They would be wrong
Mommy just sat, impaled on my little cock. “Halle, touch me, fondle my breasts.” I took one of her sumptuous breasts in each hand, I rolled her nipples, gently twisting and pulling, she started to ride me, slowly she raised herself then lowered then rose