Humiliation - Page 67

"Have you really wondered why? Have you really wondered how? Im sure you're keen to know. but first, continue. Dont let my words stop you." Those were the words he heard from the dream he lad last night. It was so terrifyingly wierd that he actually woke up in cold sweat

Chapter 1 My name is Brandy. I was a very spoiled child. I was even worse as I turned 18 along with a credit card from my father that was unlimited. Every want, every need was just a card swipe away. I always wanted to turn heads, be the center of attention

It all started online. I was looking for a steady relationship someone different from those I had dated in the past. And then I found him. The man that fit the bill for being perfect for me. Dave the 30 year old farmer. Kind, caring, very generous, and of course always a gentleman

Chapter 35 TRAINING PART 2 As the training went on, the girls learned the body language of submission. Twatsucker taught the girls the animal, instinctual signs of the submission of women - baring and offering the wrists, baring and offering the neck

Angel's Education: The Epiphany, The Video, Her Emerging Fetish, And The Vice-Principal. [An addendum to a previously published erotic story, by the author “Luthor,” entitled “The Reverend’s Little Angel

Part 2, Getting Off. Molly was so excited she felt like celebrating, but there was no one to celebrate with. Kent saw in her face something was wrong. "You should celebrate." "I would but" "But you have no one to celebrate with, right?" Molly looked around

I hope you all like the second part of my story. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated. Julie spent the following hour tending to Rachel’s beautiful, but bruised, body, gently rubbing soothing baby oils and lotions into her skin. “Oh my little baby,” she said

I made the citations cursive. I hope it's easier to read that way. Don't forget to let me know what you liked and didn't like. I would like some feedback

“Trust me prostate stimulation is amazing, if you’re ever with a girl who tries to slip a finger in your ass, let her

I had been driving for a full hour before I saw the ram shackled huddle of buildings appear like a mirage at the road side

October 7th 1930, Tuesday. They were sent to fill in pot holes along the highway that week, it was pure luck of a sort that I found them three miles or so east of the railroad crossing, all working away

Am an Indian girl and this is my story . It could very easily be the most cherishing story of my life and it didn't turn out that ways . I have not nor I can ever tell it to anyone. I was working in a big company in Delhi at that time

The last year or so has been very productive. I've learned a lot about people and I'd like to tell you about it. I am a little nervous that I will not express myself clearly, I've written little erotica since I posted my first entry here last May

Samantha Lockhart stretched, pushing her C cup breasts out, arching her back and moaning in pleasure. It had been a long and tiring day. Her boss was a ass, demanding and never pleased with anything she had done. Readjusting her skirt that only fell mid-thigh she walked out to her car

Tuesday It took the entire ride to a parking garage but by the time he parked I was a little more coherent again. And it was mostly thanks to that hotter than hell sports car he had that I started coming back to reality