Domination and submission - Page 205



The Past As an only child, with neither the guidance or example of older siblings, nor the responsibility for younger ones, you learn to be self-reliant and to enjoy your own company a lot of the time. Some kids create a fantasy friend with whom they can share “being alone”



"It's time Amethyst" he said softly as he first stroked then pinched her right nipple sharply to wake her up as she slumbered, curled on his lap with her head resting on his shoulder while the limo sped through the countryside



Abusing Nadia Chapter 1 Nadia lay back on her bed hot, crazy thoughts in her mind. The drive home was torture. She had tried to alleviate the need she felt by squeezing her nipple but the yearning persisted. She pinched it harder inside her blouse, inside her bra
The Awakening, Part 5. Jen trains Jo. Jen looked at the small tight ass of Jo in front of her. Her small body with such a tight little ass was very intriguing to Jen. Jo was very still, trying to be good, but Jen could tell that she was impatient for something to happen



I was in a relationship with a woman after my second marriage and she let me fuck her ass often. She even wanted me to fuck myself with her vibrator while I was fucking her in her ass



Hunting Trip Jim and Caroline are outwardly a normal professional couple living in a better suburb of Johannesburg surrounded my similar middle class white families. Both in their late thirties and of athletic build drawing admiring glances from the men and women of their community
The next morning, Kevin awoke to some surprise head from Sandra, as her “thank you” for handling Kara with such care. The irony of Sandra deciding to suck him off after last night left him both extremely turned on and feeling guilty



We pull up outside her house. I get out of the car a hurry around to the other side to open her door before she can. “Will you ever let me do that myself?” she asks. “Not as long as my legs work.” I break into a big smile. Marcie smiles back



This is my first venture into this type of writing. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. The intro is a bit lengthy, but this is also the first episode so its important. Enjoy. Samantha. That bitch. That beautiful blue haired punk bitch



Dear Diary, Ethan gone. He proved himself unworthy and removed himself from the picture. I can't really articulate how I feel about this but every bit of it reinforces this.. self-awareness I'm experiencing. Like, I am an entity, a whole, stand-alone person



My Ma’am sent me an email this afternoon with some instructions to complete before I go see her this evening. She told me to clean myself out completely, shower, and that I was supposed to wear my ankle and wrist cuffs when I showed up at her house



I jumped in head first. "No since in waiting" I thought. Nick would be there soon enough but I wanted to cool off. We had agreed to go hiking today, but the weather was so hot I couldn't take it anymore. I had taken off my cloths and laid them on a tree limb so they wouldn't get wet



All of the people here are of legal age, 18 years old and older. So one of my buddies called Marc and I were hanging out drinking a few beers talking about sex and porn as usual. As we were talking he received a text on his cellphone. "-Hey man i really have to go



E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It's the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates



Dangerous times Most people think that they are immune to travesty of crime and that tragedy only happens to someone else. I can attest, that is not true and that everyone has his or her turn in the barrel so to speak