Fantasm - Page 173


Tanya hurried down the the street. She had a sense someone was watching her Stalking her Hunting her. Tanya, who had just graduated highschool, was one of the most popular students. She was on the basketball team and track team. Everything seemed to stop after highschool though



Nicole swatted her husband's hand from her ass as she stood proactively on the stool. These drapes were hard enough to hang straight without him becoming distracted with her firm trimmed rear. "Carl! Stop it!" She said frustrated but allowing herself a satisfied smile



As I had promised, here is part three! I did not fully proof read the entire story, so I apologise for any errors
Being back in the states sucked. Don't get me wrong I still love America but I got fucked over big time by the U.S military. While serving my fifth deployment in the Marine Corps I was injured by a land mine that took my full use my right leg and two of my fingers on my right hand



I would like to share a story about a nasty young girl I met not long ago. I am a flooring installer, and I received a call not long ago from a gentleman asking me to replace the carpet in his Master bedroom at his vacation condo



EROTIC DECOMPOSITION Year: 2003 Name: W.Y Age: 21 Cause of Death: Asphyxiation due to sustained chokehold. Other Injuries: Torn vagina. Large discoloured contusion on neck
Her hand rose, delicate, lovely. Her fingers were pale and slender as they curled onto his shoulder and exerted a gentle pressure to ease him into his seat He had barely made himself comfortable that the lady was level with his knees, eyes fixed intently upon what was between them



Please give a positive vote and comment! Chapter 1 The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only late spring in the English countryside. The land was full of life, for it had been five years since the end of the Black Plague
A week later and I have a free night. "Ya, I'm available after 10. Will you come to my place again?" I drove across town and knocked on her front door. "I'm glad you came over, my roommate's not here, I.." I narrowed my eyes and she stopped yammering



The House A Slave Training and Auction Welcome to The House most of you have been brought here to be trained and sold as pleasure slaves. For some of you it will be painful others it will be pleasurable
This is a story I wrote a few years back. It about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful “golden cocoon” that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation
This is still the same story as before just fixed up alittle. Its still my first story so there will be mistakes i would like feedback just try not to be to harsh i am just starting to write. Also sorry about the last one He always had sick depraved sexual thoughts



Characters: Joey is the leader of the pack. He is 6'1 with a toned body. He is strong enough to subdue a girl. His blonde hair is always spiked up perfectly. He had to make himself presentable anyway. Joey is the owner of TortureThatBitch.com (Don't look this up
Tracey settled down behind her desk ready for another week working at the Eastfield Road Slave Processing Centre



The Bermuda Island 2: The Mewtwo Boner Saga An Incredible Fanfic by Malethoth Kazyanenko In 2014, Kanto was not the same as it was ten years ago. Far from being an idyllic and beautiful place where Pok?n roamed free and battled one another in pleasant splendor