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[b]Tracey Wells walked down the halls of the local college towards the coucellors office On the way she met her friend Trish who told her that Mrs. Denton Had Been replaced


"You know the code word." Sam knelt down on his Mistresses command, legs spread. "On your knee's" she commanded, slapping a whip against her open hand. It hit with a small sound, enticing Sams gaze to flick to the whip



I come into the bedroom. It's very dim with only sputtering candles for light. Your back is to me and you just put a Moody Blues CD in the player. 'Nights In White Satin' is starting to play. Justin Hayward is writing letters he'll never send



Nathalie was 19 years old, brown shoulder long hair and brown eyes, nice curvey figure and small b-cup breasts. As usual Katie had phoned her up to book her for Friday night babysitting
I switched on the light, another Friday morning. It was still dark outside but I woke up early, which seemed to be the 'new me' these days. I always felt a little nervous on these mornings, but for some reason I had been looking forward to it more than I usually did



Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy



Chapter 23 THE USES OF A SLUT’S MOUTH At work the next day, Claire’s “panties” for the day turned out to be a Slut Stick. “Just keep it jammed up your cunt, there, Fucktwat, and every thirty minutes or so swap it with the one you’re licking,” said Michael



I remember the first time I noticed her. She was walking along the side of the road I take to come home from work every day


From the last story Suzanne looked up. "Please, let's keep it to only you two knowing who I am and fucking me." I looked at Cindy. She answered for me. "Okay, except for Katy." She grinned and leaned toward Suzanne



We just moved and started University; obviously everything was pretty stressful so far. I wanted to do something nice and relaxing (in the after thought it would be relaxing), I chose the opportunity when we had a week off. I got everything ready one night before he got back home
Lori Follis, wife of Richard Follis, banker; mother of two, drove the kids to school on this particular morning because of the heels she wore


Kaylee woke up early that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a large king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment



She leads me by the hand over to the overstuffed leather chair in the living room and sits me down. “I have a couple of new toys for the weekend, so I’ll be right back. It’s time that you are introduced to the first one.” She smiles and saunters off into the bedroom



Ok just a warning it takes a bit to get to the sex as this is mostly the setup. tell me what you think. Addicted Part 1 I cackled with joy as I got home and dumped the paper sack onto my bed



AMY AND DARLEEN (the rewrite) By: PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2018 CHAPTER 1 It started a couple of years after my divorce. At first, I was not interested in dating as the divorce got nasty fairly quick