Domination and submission - Page 69
.. An excerpt from The Islands RP & Stories Project. This piece is about Keith Frost a Master Chef at a 5-star restaurant in the Islands and a Special Culinary Arts Professor at St Abbot's University, and his personal slave Shannon Labbe



He hired me three weeks ago. A job for which I am grateful but completely unqualified



I first got to know Barbara when she came to work for the company which employs me. She was very cute. Jet black hair that hung in loose curls below her shoulders and deep blue eyes. Nice breasts. Very nice figure. Not too smart






Training Michelle – Day 3 I was sleeping soundly when something disturbed me. I couldn’t quite place the sounds, so I opened my eyes and looked next to me on the bed. Michelle and Susan were locked there in a passionate sixty-nine, attacking each others’ pussies



There are some individuals who believe that coincidence can be explained away by logical explanations. There is a certain comfort in life when one supposes that everything can be calculated and replicated



Ok so my girlfriend and I were watching porn. I will tell you about her now she is a little on the short side being 5ft5 but she has a smoking body. She has a b sized cub but she definitely makes up for it with that big black ass of hers



New Jock Tales—Freshman Year--Chptr 12-- Happy 4th of July Summer had been great---and so was life. I had coined my own little phrase-- “one lucky white boi”



This is primarily an erotic bdsm detective story / murder mystery though it probably belongs best in reluctant or non-consent. It might be a bit heavy or extreme for some tastes, so be warned before you start. If The Redhead in the Killer Kollar was at your limits, this is beyond them
“Mr. Wolfe, your 4:40 appointment is here,” the voice of his assistant Kimberly announced. “Thank you Kimberly, send her in. Send all my calls to the service and call it a day. I will see you in the morning,” he responded


Okay folks this is chapter 3, you should probably read the first two chapters first. I highly recommend it. I am away at work so this entire chapter will be typed on my iphone! Just shows my dedication to my future fans
It was late. Foxy was working on her essay in the computer lab. She was nearly finished, just needed to do some editing and she was free to head home to her boyfriend, Bruce, to watch some TV and relax for the weekend Not the greatest essay I’ve ever written, She thought to herself
Under My Thumb Beagle9690 I joined the Navy fresh out of high school. Good paying jobs were tough to find in Western New York. The steel mills were shutting down. Heavy industry was re-locating down south and paying only one third of the previous wages



Alicia Morgan's mind was confused as she fixed dinner. After having lunch with her ex-husband earlier that day, she had been feeling a terrible mixture of emotions. On one hand, she still loved Will, even after he'd cheated on her and abandoned her



She spent the day in shambles, prepping here, prepping there, and doing everything he commanded of her. She went through the checklist in her head: Shaving? Done. Makeup? Perfect. Outfit? Tantalizing, just as her master ordered