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The Mistress and her Slaves Chapter 1 The Slave stands over the stove cooking his Mistresses dinner. Making sure nothing burns and setting the plate up for the dish to be served on. Garnished just right in his opinion



The Osaka Riders of Glorious Youth by Vincent Part 1 Every spring I take the ferry from Osaka to Tokushima to let loose my Ducati Hyperstrada on the winding mountain roads of Shikoku. I look forward to this trip all year. It's pure "me time



Before we get to far into things let me give a brief descripion of my love. She is a perfect girl next door with gorgeous features. Big soft lips, cute little nose, long dark hair and an adorable mischievous grin. She's about 5 and half feet tall give or take and has curves to die for



Young female adventurers battle to keep themselves free. I am a professional erotic writer. Please visit my webpage www.CustomErotica.net to join my mailing list or view my full archive
Fantasy Bucket List Chapter 1 The worst day of my life! Sitting in this small neighborhood bar sipping on my second rum and coke in the back booth. I start to look around seeing a hand full of people drinking various drinks, beer, wine and my favorite rum and coke



RYAN “If you’re a man in America, and you have a great divorce lawyer, you get the kids every other week. If you have a decent divorce lawyer, you get them on the weekends. If you have a bad divorce lawyer, you get them a week of every month



My name is Kareena Khan. since started working as telephone operator for a low salary of rs.5000 because of the compassion of my husband’s boss. He made me the raandi of his office. I have to satisfy his clients. I also satisfy his friends. My husband is blind



Deep and lovely dark - Chapter 6 Rachel watched in horror as she saw something unbelievable. Vlad was scared. His face was straight and stern, but she could see it. His eyes betrayed his true feelings. Vlad turned and marched towards Rachel. He pushed her towards the car



So I got into a write-off with someone on DKP - figured I'd post it. Fantasy: Footjob under table in restaurant and bathroom surprise Word limit: 3000 EDIT: Formatting Stephanie and Connor were wrapping up their lazy Saturday afternoon with some Netflix



“So your name is Bonnie?” Marcie tentatively asks. “Yeah. So how did you get here?” replies Bonnie. “I was at the bar with a good friend when this person runs up behind him and hits him in the back of the head



Want to stay ahead on the story? Head over to Its always a chapter ahead. ---------- A few hours had passed since I left her downstairs



Author's note: This is becoming at least a novellawith another sub-plot that would be more violence and a little additional back-story but little sex. Part of the reason I'm posting a "nub" now is



CHAPTER EIGHT "Dr. Olivia Barrett" Tuesday, December 19th Dave was about to go out to lunch with some co-workers when his telephone rang. "Dave Bernard speaking." "Mr. Bernard, please don't hang up on me. Give me a chance to say what I have to say and at least think about it


Mark didn’t really see her leave, but he knew she was not on top of him or on the bed anymore. He called to her but got no response. As he lay there, unable to break free of the cuffs, his ass stinging in pain, his cock still hard, he wondered what on earth had just happened