Domination and submission - Page 67


Best Fuck Ever I am 35 years old and have a really good wife and two adorable children. Tommy is 13 and Lisa is 11. I work at a well known manufacturing plant as a Supervisor and don't work on weekends



WARNING. extreme bondage. They got me off the street, I was just out shopping



Title: Senior Dare Author: Nick Schwartz Keywords: MF, teacher, student, school, bdsm, dom, sub, maledom,femsub, sex Summary: A senior in college turns in a dirty story on a dare. It started off as a dare. My senior year of college had come



After knowing him all these years, I wanted him to know the truth about everything. I wanted him to be like me, if I wasn't going to age and grow old then neither was he



Growing up, Violet knew that she came from a very close knit family. Her grandparents had been friends for a very long time. Grandpa and Grandma Acker, her mother's parents, owned a few small business in town



This is part two to my story. It might help to read part one first but it isn't entirely necessary. Please leave compliments or constructive comments only. Don't bother writing "It sucks" or something, it's a waste of time. For those of you wondering where the male is






"What floor?" I asked as I looked down from the scaffolding high above Magdelene Street while answering my cell phone



I woke up with a start,breathing heavily. What had happened? I couldn't see! Panicking, I moved my eyes this way and that, but all I could see was black. I whimpered, terrified that something had happened to my eyes. I blinked furiously, all ok



th, relieved that the difficult and bumpy flight to the remote location of amazon rainforest in Peru near the Brazilian border was finally over and even though she had several hours of driving left in some of the most dangerous mountain roads, she was glad the flight part of this expedition was over



The Chauffeur (#51) Michael By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 I sat in my chair at the dining room table looking at a face that I had not seen in quite a long time



Author’s note: Like the other Challenge stories, this takes place in the same year. If you read part 6, Bob was in Miami for a quick visit. This story begins during the same Miami trip. There are a couple of cameos of minor characters from previous Challenge stories



*Please note: This is a work of fiction. This story is not real and any attempt to recreate it in real life makes you a terrible human being. I do not condone this behaviour, the fantasy just gets me excited
I usually go food shopping at the local supermarket near my home. Me and my family live in a predominantly white area. I'm 43 and have been married for 10 years to my second husband. We have a good sex life but its a bit boring. LOL