Humiliation - Page 143

All names changed to protect people’s identities I was up early this Sunday as I knew that today was going to be a very busy day, Sian was due over at ten o’clock to have the last day of her whore training and I had a few people to ring to make the last day happen

The doorbell rings. You sigh, “Can’t the world just leave me alone?” The doorbell rings again. “Damn it,” you mutter to yourself under your breath. You heave yourself out of your computer chair and start waddling to the front door. The doorbell rings again

Sandra knocked on her sisters door and waited. It had been over a week since she had last met up with her sister and she was looking forward to some friendly company

I’m not a rapist …… honest.. Rape fancies are improper, but wantonly arouse her … so what happens if her date is with me? …. From the moment I first heard her speak, I knew she would be a push-over. There was something about that lightweight squeaky voice. Servile. Cowering

Gal Gadots agent contacted her to inform her of a scheduled talk he had set up with a 9th grade class. Gal pulled up outside a high school early saturday morning. Getting out of her car she observed students walking into the building entering the school she went to the auditorium

MILF - Ch3 Her body was still coming down from the intense fucking she had just received. It was cooler in the club than it was outside, and although her nipples were standing out hard and proud the rest of her naked body was still warm and lightly shone with sweat

This is about a different society. Travis was a 19 year-old college student from Ohio, at 6"2 with broad shoulders, and a thatch of dark hair on his head, blue eyes and monster cock, he felt he was a pretty good catch

I had and still have a dominating older sister who was a real cruel bitch growing up. I never could understand her motives of being so cruel. She made straight A’s in school and had lots of friends. In Jr High and High School, she was very popular, especially with the guys

The sun pierced through the curtains of my bedroom and caused Natasha to turn away in order keep the light out of her eyes. They were pink and weary from crying and yet another night of sleep deprivation

Late Five By Systematic Oh, boy. Practice. My favorite. Physical discomfort, questionable hygiene, pain, shouting. “What? No. No. I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean.” I snatched the marker out of his hand and scribbled all over the mess of loops and circles and Xs

Feeling giddy she looks round not sure how she got there Anna looks down at herself, gasping she sees the blue wrap around dress she threw away that morning in the hotel. Suddenly Anna realises she’s remembering the events of that night

The Paradox of Marital Compatibility. A bit like a hammer and anvil. I abhor domestic violence in all its forms. Perpetrators should be crushed by the full weight of the law

Franklin Branson, or Frank, as he was known to his friends, was a very ordinary man. He was average in every sense of the word. A typical suburbanite, if ever there was one

Isabella and Alex each could hardly keep a straight face over dinner at a restaurant and family time in the hotel lounge area. They both kept blushing every time they looked at each other. Everyone was concerned but not really suspicious

I called Tammy that afternoon to give her instructions on how she was to dress for the night and to let her know that I would be arriving at 8 sharp. I then made reservations at a local restaurant and picked up a few things for the evening

Michael woke up in a daze, confused by his surroundings for a moment. "Darceline?" he murmured as he sat up, starting to remember what happened. The clock read 5:02 a.m., alerting him that he had to get home

DAISY GETS THE TREATMENT SHE WANTS - Ch 06 ** Daisy is given to the third prisoner who uses hot peppers. ** [Day 3 (Monday) - evening] Daisy opened her eyes but everything was still black. She blinked, squeezed them shut, opened them again

I picked Mary up at her dorm the next night and we walked over to the theater, where we were suppose to meet the others. "I talked to Sharon today," Mary said as we walked along. "She is fine. You don't need to worry about her

By Ed Rider Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. Brad was like a giant rag doll being dragged along the floor. Bob was on one side of him, and Jake was on the other

His Mother's Final Rejection *This is a sequel follow up series to my story 'Mommy's Love Denied'. It is highly influenced by the erotic imagery of the doujin artist "Akatsuki Souken/Giken". Please enjoy my new second series. Part 1 It was sublime