Domination and submission - Page 186



I rolled over in my bed, staring intently at the alarm perched on my night stand. 11:59. I sucked in a quick gasp, "Almost there" I whispered to myself. Just then the clock it 12:00 AM. I rolled out of bed and quietly went around the house



Right guys. This is my first story so give me some genuine feedback please. This story doesn't specifically involve any sex. It's just a template. I want to do things differently here. I want to know what you want me to do to the characters



I never liked high school, but I guess things only get worse before they get better. Today I proved that. I was in English, daydreaming as usual, when I hear my name. “Olivia, can I see you outside now please.” My teacher asked me



Chapter 1 Thank God for the scholarship. Without that Brooke didn’t think she could afford college—at least not this college. She had run cross country for five years in high school, actually starting as a precocious eighth grader, eventually winning States as a senior
12th May 1982 The wooden chair outside the heads office had seen my backside more than once. The secretary glanced at me through the open door and slowly shook her head to herself. It was familiar to see me there



Ryan stood in the doorway of his little sister’s room watching the sweet girl sleep. This was the third night in a row he had stood here with his hand down his boxers, thinking about how soft Mel’s tiny lips would be to kiss



It was two days after Easter when I received a surprising message on Facebook. A girl I used to only see at a friend's bonfires asked word for word "are you up for a spontaneous adventure?" I was caught completely off guard to say the least



S&M Diary So I'm not a writer but after a summer of amazing sex I thought I'd share it with others. I'm a male, 35, fit, attractive, bisexual, married and this is all true and begins back in June when I had become bored with porn



*Legendary Shy Chapter 3 Driving down the road it seemed like it was taking for ever to get to Zach’s, especially when you have 4 angry women in your car



I watch her. Light, cold from the fridge dissipates the gloom of the kitchen, turning murky again as indistinct shadows lap at her edges. Poise. Her soft curves at once appearing and disappearing as she plays tacitly with the milky glow. She has her own shadows
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“We don’t have time to be happy. We barely have time to live well.” -Mihail Sebastian, “The Star Without A Name” *** “You know,” said Lord Henry, “I think this Kamil fellow might be the only virgin on the entire planet



I was about 16 years old when I had my first dominating experience. My bf his friend and me went to the movies, I didn't care for the movie. I was bored and honestly kinda horny


I expected to buy things at the auction, not be apart of it. It was my 17 birthday. My parents had just gave $300 and told me to have fun. I wanted to head down to the auction as soon as possible. I dressed in a low cut black tank and black skinny jeans that clung to my ass



For two weeks now Alice had been pestering me to take her back to cottage lane after work for another fuck, she’d text me every day begging me to fill her tight pussy with my thick cock and creamy sperm