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Prologue: The twin glass doors silently parted from each other as a silent woman walked through them. Wearing black clothing; from undershirt, pants, jacket- even belt- the silent stature moved itself to stand in front of the widely-spaced desk

Nobody warned me that my days would be turned on their head from this day forward. Our relationship was what you could consider “normal”. We enjoyed our ventures out to the pub, to cosy nights in with nothing but a movie and a blanket to keep us warm

Author's Note: As the first part to this did much better than expected, here is the second and final piece to this particular tale. I still have my doubts for this one though; all I can suggest is to keep an open mind and warn you that there is moderate brutality in this

Fireworks burst in the night sky overhead and a menagerie of costumed men and women push past me on the crowded street. The inebriated celebrants shy away and let me pass when I glare them down with my practiced 'Do Not Fuck With Me' face

Lindsey chapter thirteen The following morning Lindsey woke up having not moved from laying over my chest. She looked up at me lovingly and said, “I missed you so much.” I told her I loved her and asked if she was ready for breakfast

Vickie & Nick Only three hours earlier, she had wrapped her arms around her husband’s thick neck, looked into his eyes, and promised him, “When you finish your shift, hurry home. But leave your costume on, I’ve always wondered what it would be like, making love to Santa Clause

CHAPTER 3 I rose early the following morning, just as I did every day. I woke John, unlocked his cuffs and rolled him onto his back. He sealed his lips to my cunt once I had straddled his head. He had never spilled a drop after his first three days of training

C'mon Billy, it'll be fun," Jenny urged me. "I'm not sure," I shrugged, "It sounds cool and everything but" "Not scared are you?!" "No!" "Then come on then! Come ooon!" Jenny whined, grabbing my arm, "I hate going there alone, it sucks

Mistaken identity when drunk. I can say it was a fantastic weekend. I actually thought I was in for a pretty crappy weekend. Let's start with a little about myself. I live at home with my mom and older sister. Dad left just before we turned teens but still is part of our lives

andandAshley had just turned 19 and thankfully this was her last day of school. She was starting a new job on Monday and would be leaving for college in the fall. Despite being 19 years old, unfortunately she looked like she was no more than 14

Misty softly punched the pillow, trying to fluff it to a more comfortable shape. “Has it only been three weeks since I met Jeff?” she questioned herself. Tonight had been her first sleepover at his place. Now here she was, trying to sleep while Jeff snored next to her

UNEXPECTED VISITOR PART NINE Our last day on the job here was much the same as yesterday, an early start and as we really wanted to finish today, we just had to knuckle down and get it done

I’m Nish aged 28, from Bangalore India. I’m a software engineer by profession and working in an MNC and also an experienced masseur (providing massage) for females and couples. I have travelled to major cities in India to give massage to my clients

I opened my eyes, it was dark, too early to be awake but the dream had been so real I damn near came all over the bed. I turned my head to look at my wife Anita but she was soundly out, it wasn’t her that caused the hot dream

WARNING: THIS STORY DOES NOT HAVE ANY SEX AND HAS SOMEONE GRUESOMELY DIE With that out of the way enjoy: --- Peter has always had a fantasy of seeing women and girls on fire, only when he went through puberty did it become a full-blown sexual fantasy