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Sarah meets a madman When they let me go, they said that I was no longer a danger to myself or others. Five victims in five different states later may have convinced them to revise their opinion. The pictures of me that they show on TV were taken years ago when they first caught me

Part 8: For several days, the whiteout continued. I was learning to live without TV and Internet, though the itch never went away. It was certainly nice to have a vacation and rest with my girls, but that wasn't to say we weren't busy

First, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Serena and I'm a witch. I know what you're thinking and the answer is no. I'm not the kind a witch that worships the elements or practices Wicca. I'm the real kind. I can cast real spells which really work

Abby couldn't believe what she was seeing. Dennis, the young quiet intern her Library branch had recently acquired, stood with a camcorder pointed towards her and her mystery man. In the short amount of time that she'd known him, he was always so soft spoken and mild mannered

Chloe hung there suspended in darkness. Slut had no idea what was to become of her except Mistress Jai's personal slave. She couldn't see or speak thanks to the blindfold and gag. She was naked, but worst off she was left naked and horny as fuck. Her pussy was still dripping wet

Chapter 4 Lily whimpered with her face to the ground, feeling more humiliated than ever in her life. She felt like she was doing something wrong, something dangerous and unwholesome. She was with Xavier behind the university gym, enjoying the privacy

Every night men, drunken loud men would come down the stairs banging on her door. “HOE, your day is coming.” “We gonna git You Soon.” Jolene buried her head in the pillow trying to block out the noise. Jolene just lay in the bed hoping someone would come and rescue her

Marie's Submissive Year Week 4 - Chicago --- WARNING and DISCLAIMER: This story outlines the travels of a middle-aged wife who decided to spent a year exploring her long-repressed submissive side

::Author Note.:: I had this sudden idea for a story, and I wrote it down. It really doesn't have a beginning or a "why" You as a reader have to just accept things as far as the story is concerned "Things are what they are

John Hex, better know as Unlucky Johny for his hazardous record as a lowlife criminal and worst robber ever_ for being caught 17 times trying to steal something _ was sitting grim faced in his local pub, holding the worst poker hand ever

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental

He looked at the PC, saw that I was watching HIS scene, smiled an evil smile, rubbed his cock a bit, looked at me (still finger up my twat), and said "oh yeah, we can do that"

---- Several hours later ---- "Huh. Huh Huh" Piggy panted, trying not to move his tongue

I’ve been happily married for nine years to a voluptuous 32 year old Italian girl. We have two small children. Amanda has incredibly smooth olive skin and big soft tits that are fairly firm for their size

Lizzie let out a sigh of relief as she reached the top step of her front porch. Just one more step, and she was home free, another hectic week melting into a nice, relaxing weekend

I wanted to be a day trader. I’d been studying the stock market and felt like I could make good money trading stocks. The problem is that you need money to make money and I had very little money

--- "You did what?" --- "I recorded him" --- "How?" --- "I hid a camera in the boxes, before he pushed me into the alley." She showed them the video. --- "Wow. Man's got a hand for treating a woman." --- "Why did you record it." --- "I ..

"Please keep your seatbelt on till plane is fully at a complete stop, Por favor, sigan el cinturón de seguridad hasta que el avión está a una parada completa" the women speaking with sexy Latin voice maybe early 20's over the planes intercom

We sat in Cole’s garage, smoking a giant blunt. Me, Sarah, Cole, Chris, Salem, Samm, and Tyler. We all sold drugs. Last year, We all worked at a coffee shop called, “the magic bean”. It was owned by a guy called Mr. J. as it turned out he was a big dealer

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