Domination and submission - Page 310

So here I was standing in a tight pressed crowd of an open air festival. I never heard of any band which was supposed to play here. Most of them were rather unknown indie bands which were insiders' tips within the scene

Emily Olives and Amber Wilshire kissed each other as they walked up the room. They swore they could hear people fucking, and they wanted in. The girls carried a bottle of wine with them they put on some make-up in the bathroom

I watched from my chair as my staff once again examined the new merchandise. Kidnapped from all across the country, each girl had varying features and qualities that separated her from the girl chained up beside her

At 6pm varsity football practice had finished. A group of players were tired from practice and the captain had to stop by the restroom to take a piss. He heard a muffled cry from the bathroom stall

Mia stood in front of the mirror, admiring her new clothes. She wore a white blouse. At the shoulders and below her neck the thin fabric gave way to a floral pattern of fine lace giving a glimpse of skin

Hello, my name is Laura. My husband Greg wrote a story a few months back on how we met and our first time together. If you have not had the chance to read it then I encourage you to do so. It may help you better understand this story

The Oculus Mirror Def: Oculus Mirror – a mirror in which the more you look at it the more you see your evil reflection. Prologue: The old man walked along the side walk slowly. His cane helped him along so he wouldn't stumble

She packed her few belongings. She didn't own much, mostly clothes, everything else at the boarding house was communal. She fit it all into her old Camry and drove to her new home. She arrived at the old house she had so often cleaned

The Pet 1 - Arrival She wakes with a start. Her eyes roam and her memory returns. She is in the bath, and must have dozed off in the warm embrace of the water

He was the biggest she’d ever taken inside her. she felt something being put around her throat and tried to jerk her head back but couldn’t move. The guy with his dick down her throat held her head against him

The Indian camp was just over the next hill. I had heard a lot of gun fire earlier in the afternoon coming from that direction. I crawled through the dust until I could see down the slope and into what was left of the camp. Bodies were everywhere

-Part I- I like church girls. I guess that's my MO. Won't every catch me though, that "good girl" tendency is the closest thing to a pattern they'll find. There’s always a pattern though. Constantly plagued by it

Chapter 1: The Tour From the outside, the building looks innocent enough. The wealthy merchant Armando wonders if he has found the right place to fulfill the dark desires he is ready to pay well for

SpellBound By Blondie This story is copyrighted to Blondie. No reproduction all or in part are allowed

“Do you love me?” I asked Jeff. My name is Jennifer. Jeffrey, Jeff for short, and I are best friends. We lived close to each other since birth, attended the same schools, and hung out together

It’s been a little while since I last attempted to write a story. By no means has my spell checking and proofing skills increased, however I think have become better at wording sentences

"Oh, Ama," my father called from the living room. I sighed and closed my book, getting up to go to the living room. "Yes, father?" He was sitting on the couch in just his boxers per usual and was no doubt watching some kind of porn

In the night sky far above the lighted ceiling of Penn Station’s main concourse, thunderclouds gathered in the New York City sky. Even on a good night it was next to impossible to see a star, but the encroaching storm blackened the Manhattan night

I have done so many forms of this thing to my Girl, and these are only several of them The American River Bike Trail Those of you that have read my stories know that over the years, I love to take her parking mostly with a blindfold and her hands tied

I could not believe that college was already over. My promise to the man I loved had seemed like one that was so distant in the future. We had known that we would get married once we completed college together ever since our sophomore years