Female Domination - Page 72
Claudia Chapter1. Claudia wakes in the morning the sunlight creeping in through the small gap of the red velvet curtains. She looks at the small sunbeam and follows it with her dark green cat eyes as it hits the mirror and reflexes back on its self
It has been several months since I posted my true story here on XNXX. It was more of an essay on growing up with a noticeable booty and how that led me to the topic of ass worshipers



I sigh deeply as I look around myself. I hate the hassle of changing departments. I hate training hours that shorten my paycheck. I hate learning a new call flow



One Wednesday after school, my drama teacher, Mr. James, called me into his office. “Greg,” he said before pausing to phrase his next words carefully. “I have received an accusation that you’ve been bullying someone, and I wanted to talk to you about it.” My mind started racing



Hiding in the shadows he watched her. Her long, shiny, blue-black hair and pale skin illuminated by the silver light of the moon. It was late. Past midnight. He watched her make her way up the stairs, and fumble for her keys



Fifteen Years Ago: Sheila Gordon was getting out of her organic chemistry class feeling inspired. She finally had what she needed to put her plan into motion. For the past three years of college, she had been pining after someone unobtainable: her roommate



Its late at night. Around 3 am. From a deep sleep Amanda is woken up by a combination of tapping at the door and her phone vibrating on the night stand. Slowly she looks at her phone. The number is blocked and stops before she can answer
Ugh. THIS WAS THE LAMEST job I had gotten in a while. I was at my home, when a service call was made. The phone machine message was pathetic. "This is Tomiko Hokkaido's House Sitting Service, please leave a message, and I'll call you back for arrangements
For the next few months, Janet's life took on a strange double existence. After her first weekend with Mistress Erica, she had been given a strange looking ring that had a chain around it's entire circumference



Sandy didn’t sleep well in the safe room, wondering what was going to happen with Mike in the morning. After she got out of bed, she found him making breakfast in the kitchen. “Hi Sandy, I hope you slept well. We have new adventures for you going forward



Introduction I am Sapna, fair skinned, 35 years old. I make a modern day Indian wife with quite extraordinary attributes and leader of a firm which teaches the women of the society to attain empowerment. I am 5'8 with 34D, 38-28-36 body measurement



A Prologue Coach Jacobs walked silently down the corridor at St. Adalbert’s Catholic high school. During class the halls were as silent as a ghost town, in contrast to the teeming hordes that would flood the space as soon as the bell would ring
Driven Series Draft version 1.0 This has not been proof-read and may contain errors. !STOP! Read the series Driven Lust I II III & IV first as this is a continuation of that series



A single action can cause a life to veer off in a direction it was never meant to go. Falling in love can do that, you think. So can a wild party. Or in my case sleeping with a goddess who came out my computer
Cara and I met in junior high at a school dance. We had met via MySpace, and we met at the dance and fast became an item. She was a very cute, punk rocker girl and right up my alley