Fantasm - Page 156
“Daddy! Daddy!” Alicia cried out joyfully, then squealed as she was swept up into the air, swung around and gently deposited back to earth



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
had bought the strapon ages ago when I was having an energetic affair with a fairly hard core lesbian. It was black and big; a good seven inches in length and more importantly about two and a half in radius



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
My Masters Puppet Chapter 1: A Costly Mistake I slept comfortably in my empty bed only to be disturbed by a pounding on the front door. The veracity of the knocking startled me, it took a minute to focus the sunlight from the window was blinding
Tracey looked at her desk clock again and saw that it was 09.35, her appointment with the company Doctor was at 10
It was cold, it had been warm when she had left the house that afternoon, but now that it had started to grow dark, the chill really set in. She felt underdressed, exposed. It had been a long day, she was tired and could feel the slight haze of alcohol



Chapter 22 MAKING THE GRADE On her way home in the afternoon she stopped at the park, and masturbated and pissed nude, this time while looking at the picture of the lesbians in her wallet. She decided to cum this time, so she wouldn’t orgasm under her father’s hand



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



Kneeling down at Lacey's feet, I paused in helping zip up her black leather boots and looked up at her. "Are you sure this is going to be ok? I don't want this to get in the way of what you have going on," I asked. "Of course I'm sure Honey," she said, smiling down at me



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



Author’s note: This one gets a little weird. I implore you to read until the end. Everything will make sense at the end. You’ll see. Edited by: Todger65 Self Fulfilling Nightmare Chapter 1 Mi’elle arched her back, her blue eyes rolling into the back of her head



We glide across the city in the silver pickup with the bass thumping in the moonlit summer night. I wriggle my bottom slowly and purposefully letting the sheer flimsy thong drop to my ankles



My wife and I went away for our anniversary last week. While we were driving, my wife brought up a movie that we had seen last year on cable. I don't remember the name of it. It was just a goofy low budge movie on the Cable Free-bee's selection



Eddie heard Christine’s screams fill the basement like a chorus of banshees over the howling roar of the big chainsaw, her wild-eyed, terror-driven fear through the blue haze of smoke that poured from the saw