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DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 02 ** Daisy's two-week adventure continues as she is roughly bound, glory-holed again and shocked in preparation for Bill's big party. ** [Day 1 (Saturday) - early evening] Over dinner, David introduced me to his three friends



Destiny awoke with a start due to cold grasp of the morning wind. In a sleep deprived daze, Destiny remembered where she was- her mind was drawn to her release and then to the years’ worth of depravation that she had endured in the dungeons
Riding With Martin By Jax_Teller NOTE: The original name of this story was Riding with David Lee Martin was as normal as a teenager came, better than average grades with minimal effort and eager to get on with his life



Chapter 1: A Couple of Painters One very long boring day in the middle of summer, i was home all alone, my parents were at work and my siblings out somewhere. I decided it would be a good day to dress up and have fun while i was home alone



My sitter had been called in to work the night shift. That left me there with her husband – “Fat Mike”. He is about 5’-8” tall and weighs about 250 lbs. Although not a flattering nick name, he has been called fat mike since he was a kid. I was awoken by voices


In The Warehouse [for a reader who gave me some ideas.] “Only twenty-five years old. And already, your body responds like you’ve been doing this for years.” She struggled and managed to raise her head slightly
This is the second spin off for my domination series. This story also works as a shout out to one of my favourite authors, Jasmine Walker. Be sure to check out some of her stories. She can also be found on literotica under the name "Silkstockingslover"



FIRST PART the boy who sells towels walks a week in a nearly empty beach. just me and a few other people to sunbathe. few tourists and the boy did not sell anything. walk for hours without result. This morning, the boy stopped to talk with me


Sorry….story split when entering it… As the men continued to pleasure her she yelled at them to do it harder. This she found always made her orgasms more intense. Another hand from out of no where wrapped around her neck and choked her tightly



“I was wondering if you’d wanna go out sometime.” The silence that followed Delia’s unlikely slip-up was deafening. The air felt saturated with discomfort the likes of which Delia had never before experienced
As our parents drive off leaving us alone for the week, you are nearly drooling thinking of the freedom you will enjoy. As a sister, you are a pain in the arse, and you have been teasing me since you reached puberty



A Staff Party Incident Allanah was a little drunk. Just a little. The booze was free so why not? It made getting home very difficult. She had to leave her car there, and walk home



In my country marriages are often arranged at birth. My marriage arrangements were made in just such a way. There is no choice of falling in love, it is simply a binding legal arrangement in which the exchange of Dinar, possessions, land, or a combination of items seals the deal
My name's Jimmy, I'm 17 years old and I'm still a virgin. Yes, I know it sucks and its embarrasing but thats just the way it is. Its not like I'm ugly or anything. I'm 5'7", 155lbs, deep blue eyes, blonde hair and I'm pretty lean



"Are you kidding me?" i said angrily. "what, she's just a friend babe chill" lloyd said. " well at least if you're cheating on me, don't have some bitch call my cell phone asking for you." i said