Fantasm - Page 196

This is a continuation of my first story: my job in a red room. (Like in first story: sorry for my not perfect English but, this story happened in East-Europe where I lived…) Chapter 1: - Terrible Proposal - Now its 10 days after ‘my first experience' in the red Room

It was ten at night, as Pierce laid in his bed. His mom and dad had both just gone to bed and his little brother Paul was asleep too. Pierce waited till he was unable to hear any sound from the rest of the house

“Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute." -Mark Twain, "What is Man?" *** "What‘s wrong with ‘The Wolf Man‘?" The apartment was quiet. The lights were turned down low

“I am innocent to a witch. I know not what a witch is.” “How do you know, then, that you are not one?” -Examination of Bridget Bishop, Salem Village, April 19, 1692 *** “Abbie Hobbs is a witch,” Ruth said. Phoebe was standing with her locker open, brushing her hair

Tracey was more than a bit nervous as she knocked on the kitchen door of Emily's house. Emily Chambers was her neighbour but although they lived in the same road the similarities ended there

This is driving me crazy; when she sat down next to me she pressed her naked leg against me. I first thought it was just an accidental brush while she got all settled in, but after I moved my leg away from her, she moved hers’ over also

Merik was walking through the busy streets of his small village, trying not to bump into any of the busy villagers going about their days work. Due to his rather large build this was a difficult challenge for him, which brought a few dirty glances, and under-the-breath curses

"You stupid bitch, what did you expect?" I punctuated my words by slapping her hard across the face. She sat there on the floor, dressed in her tight white t-shirt and short-shorts, her legs tucked under her body, and gave me that same idiotic look

Have you ever been standing at the sink wishing that someone would come up behind you and that their need for you would be so evident that you'd want nothing more than to give in? Only to have them torture you, play with you, until you feel as if you're going to burst? If so, read on

Storm of the Century By The Technician Fantasy, BDSM, Transgender?, Flogging, Female-Female, Forced Orgasm, Wiccan Magic = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Strange things happen when the storm of the century approaches the Irish coast

Here is the text I sent my wife telling her about it while she used a big black dildo on herself while she read it and sexted back and forth Well once again were out to eat and stuff like that we had a few drinks with dinner

Maggie wasn't pleased to see her older sister, Molly. It wasn't because of the fact that her sister was wearing a white gown, nor because of the messy head of brown hair that was in crying need of a perm, nor because of the lack of response she was getting out of her sister

Taking her - Part 2 - Breakfast You wake to cold water blasting on you. He is hosing you off. "God you smell like a dried up whore house slut. " He pulls the dildos out of your pussy and ass, then sticks the hose full blast in one then the other

(School girl is taken for a gang member’s birthday party to be used for their entertainment.]. Her abuse continues and then she is held captive for the needs of the gang.) They could see Jenna fading away but it was too soon for her to go

‘And the Eagle flies, with the dove,’ the words sang through her awakening mind. There was a breeze as well, and a gentle swaying, rocking motion. There was also a marvelous sensation occurring between her legs that seemed to be the source of the gentle motion she was experiencing