Fantasm - Page 90

Step Daughter Sharon was nine years of age when her Mother and I married. There was no difference to her and any other child her age, well nothing I could put my finger on. But I just didn’t like her very much

Warning! This contains very graphic, extreme sexual situations including kidnapping, forced sex, bondage, whipping/spanking, scat and numerous other things. There is also one brief scene of incest. Note: This is a continuation of "Diary of a Slave Merchant - 2007"

I'm 27 years old and had lead a straight life up until now. I'm considered good looking and have had great looking girlfriends throughout my life. My career, health and social life has all been very good. You could say I'm living the perfect life

CHAPTER ONE learning curve This is a work of fiction, this has nothing to do with any person I know or events that I am aware of

I lay there for a while in a daze, hoping, but not quite believing that what had happened to me yesterday was just a dream. The summer heat had started early again today, and I started to feel myself overheat under my covers, which were soaked in my sweat

It didn't look like the pictures. I suppose accommodation hardly ever does, but this was so far off the grid that it was hardly even recognizable. My parents and I were taking a holiday by a small coastal tourist town. It was small, but populated enough

CHAPTER 1: A NEW BEGINNING September, 2005 I rubbed my eyes and stared out at the open road ahead of me, Kings of Leon was on the stereo and my window was open just a crack to let in fresh air

The Breaking of Tracy part 8 Tracy's First "She's ready for you, daddy." The Whore tells me. The latex clad slave stands beside the door, back straight with her arms behind her, looking straight ahead. I ignore it. I open and close the door gently but without pause

“Hehe” I giggled as he squeezed my butt under the water. I leaned closer to hug and kiss him. As I did this he leaned forward, squeezed both my cheeks as he picked me up and had me straddle his waste. He massaged my back as a laid my head down on his shoulder

At the end of the first floor corridor at St Saviour's, a staircase leads to a second, but narrower corridor. Facing south, it has the benefit of sunlight illuminating the walls

The orderly queue had slowly but surely descended into a jostling chaotic snake of passengers. The normal Western reserve had begun to crumble as more and more military vehicles appeared on the airport tarmac and outside the entrance hall

It was almost noon when I woke up. I had slept almost around the clock. That had never happened before. I looked outside and it was another beautiful day. The air was warm and offered a soft breeze. I figured it would be a great day to go to the pool

Please note: This is my first story and I am very interested in any criticism. Please comment, pm, send emails if you find any part lacking in my writing style

THE CHEERLEADER CARWASH CAPER By STORMKING (M/fff, NC) All characters are fictional and are assumed to be at least 18-years old or of the minimum legal age in your community or region

While her pale skin starkly contrasted with the black leather chair, the dark locks of hair that fell onto her shoulders blended in seamlessly. Emerald eyes shimmered in the light from the window over her head as she reclined in an over sized seat