Fantasm - Page 78
My Revenge A couple of years ago I was very fixated on the childhood abuse I survived. I was in family therapy with my son and I talked with the therapist about writing letters to my mom, to the little girl I used to be and to my abuser. (One of them)



My heart was beating with excitement as I looked upon my new slave, Acacia. She was very special. I met her online through a lesbian chat site and after talking to her for hours, I knew she was the one for me. She was very shy and had no experience in sex at all
Susie sat in the bed as if she was posing for a pin up calendar. A lovely, petite vision with wavy brunette hair, dark almond eyes, a petite and all-natural body clad in pink lingerie and gold, spiky heels
NOTE FROM AUTHOR: -Again a work of fiction and my 2nd Porno. I gave this one more thought instead of breezing through it like I did with my last one. I imagined myself living out the scenes, experience it for myself. Please let me know what you think
Chapter 19 A PHOTO OF LAURA It was Monday and nothing felt real to Laura. Her tits felt strange and wrong without the painful chains on them. She had prostituted her girlfriend, had her girlfriend raped, and implied she would let it happen again



WARNING! This is a demented tale created in an unbalanced mind. However, it is just that, a tale. A Fictional Story, wrong and sick as it may be, it’s still only fiction! Not one single person was hurt in the production of this story. This story contains Dark Themes
Truck Stop Fun He dropped me off at the truck stop and told me to go and make some money so we could keep the room we were now living in. Shaking and afraid I walked slowly into the men bathroom with me head held down
“Wow! This isn’t a Ranger Station,” Tanya said with some awe in her voice. “This is a god-damn mansion!” “Well,” the ranger said, “the original owner was a movie mogul who had it built some fifty years ago. The last owner had it donated to the Forestry Service upon his death
Jay's New Pets by Diiamond Part I The Introduction It was almost time for the party. Tonight Jay's alpha pet, Rachel, was wearing next to nothing just the way Jay liked her
(author ny123456 on *****.com story is trademark not to be copied) What a great turn out for a Friday night. I been on my third date with Clair, A very cute girl I met while working in my dads restaurant as a waiter



This is an extreme fantasy. If you are at all interested in brutality, sadism to an extreme that has no other end but death, then read on. This is the first chapter in a series of stories about a 16 year relationship between a 15 year old runaway and her 42 year old lover



BIG FUCKING DISCLAIMER: Some people thought my tone was a bit dickish in this disclaimer, so please bear in mind that that's not my intention. First: this story is COMPLETELY FUCKING HORRIBLE (although, I hope, not horribly written)
The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Copyright 2015 Joy: First Wax Note: Mary gave Joy to Mark's mother Sandy and Sandy's girlfriend Betty to be their sex slave. June 19th, 2013 – Joy Nguyen – South Hill, WA “It's okay,” a comforting voice whispered



“I can’t believe he did this” Brook thought to herself. She was now sitting on the couch with Lisa and Maggie, as she felt unfathomable sadness overcome her. The pure and utter betrayal of her first love and her best friend seemed to be too much for her to handle. “Brook, listen
Little girl, only 14 but from east LA it's not a surprise she is already hanging with the wrong crowds. Does drugs if pressured to and dosn't seem to get trapped instead is not very impressed by drugs atleast not up until now