Female Domination - Page 64
He always admired her, but thought she didn't even know he existed. but she seceretly loved him. He had watched her for months now. He knew her daily routine by heart. When she went to bed one night, being the only one home, he took his chance


"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



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



Working Girl Despite the fact that Ophelia was standing on a corner in short-shorts at 9’o clock at night, everything was pretty good. You see Ophelia was part of the private pleasure industry also known as prostitution



CHAPTER TWO: INSPECTIONS It occurs to her in the early hours of the morning when she can’t sleep that she could go to Dumbledore and tell him what happened
"Are you still at Jay's?" I asked him through a text message. I was hoping he would say yes so I could play a game with him. Earlier that day he told me he was ready to fuck then and there, I laughed at him, he was all talk



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



E.G. Saunders took the thriller genre, blindfolded it, bent it over, and f*cked it hard. It's the same feeling his main character got when he was enticed—or was it threatened?—by a dominant, seemingly crazed beauty, into a story that will have you clutching your privates
*authors note: haha i skipped the first rape sceneuse your imagination.* I had ignored her for 2 days now. The motel room was so big i was able to shut her into one room and leave her there. in some way i felt guitly that i wasn't feeding her, or fucking her



One year ago Alex snuck into his cousin Grace’s room with a dog and a jar of horse urine. He sneaks over to her drawer that contains all of her clothes. He pulls out her only thong and the tightest shirt. For some reason Grace kept all of her clothes in the same drawer
Chapter 12, In which we move up in the world It was difficult getting used to living on three whole floors instead of a single apartment



Drunk Mom and I - 4 What Jimmy and I had done with my Mom while she was drunk and passed out on the sofa, was enough to keep me sexually fueled for weeks



I put my clothes on and Beth packed up her things. She pulled on her skirt, leaving the strap on around her waist. I was definitely going to feel that thing back up my ass today. Dressed and ready to leave, we opened the door of the booth


The Dungeon Bitch Jane was a well-endowed woman, who looked good in anything she wore. With long lanky legs and a nice firm butt. She made heads turn every day wherever she would go. One day while sitting with some friends having coffee at an outdoor coffee shop
Standing in the shower, a small wave of anxiety washed over me. My eyes shot open as I finally realized what it was I was showering for in the first place. This meeting, rendezvous, get-together, date, whatever you want to call it, was only a half hour away