Humiliation - Page 94



My wife, Tara, and I have been together for a few years. We had a pretty good sex life, but did not venture into the kinkier side of things. I had shared some of my fantasies and wants but she either would give a hard “no” or never try, even if I asked while we were having sex
There I was standing in a dark cold room inside the main hall of the keep. There was a few other females there besides me. Some were prettier than myself and a few of them were about average. There was this blonde who had a larger chest then myself


A story based on actual events. by Caroline Dutch -thursday 20 november 2008- As I sit on the couch in the living room watching tv. My eyes constantly look up to the clock hanging above it. It is 11.56 pm. In 4 minutes I will turn eighteen and officially be ‘’old’’ haha
Avondale Academy has always had a reputation for its harsh discipline and unusual teaching practices but there's never been any shortage of parents or guardians eager to enrol their children


This one is completely the work of my depraved imagination. (With some inspiration from Jade Dragon and Eucher). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it
''Goddamn bitch.'' Chris uttered as he hit the computer screen still staring at the email his girlfriend had sent. Tears on his face were now reaching his neck and his head felt like it was on fire. ''7 fucking months down the drainAlong with my heart



Chapter 11 CONDITIONING At the end of the work day, Laura took her pills. She had phoned ahead to the Mayim Clinic this time to check they were necessary, and Amy had responded that yes, they absolutely were, and that Laura would be in the chair again tonight



I got out of my delivery truck. It was just beginning to rain on my uniform. I had started to work for a maternity / baby store in the mall. I sometimes have to go help set up items purchased from the store if we are short handed
Jack sat in the darkened bedroom and watched Daisy through the thin curtains. This was the third night in a row she kept the silent vigil Peter had assigned her. She stood underneath a tree just on the opposite side of the road from the house. Each night, she arrived at nine p.m



When I woke the next morning it didn’t take long for me to remember what I had seen. Then I remembered my 10 o’clock meeting and tried to decide what to do. Should I try to forget him, to never talk to him again, or should I go over there and give him a piece of my mind



"You are fired." The business woman had announced the end of that man's career as a matter of fact, in the driest of tones, and with the same schadenfreude as for the preceding hundreds
The Troll A Cautionary Tale "Hi," I said as I walked into our kitchen after another day at the office, "Any news?" "Hi Andy," Julie said casually, "No nothing." "Not from the publishers?" I asked



Chapter 35 BITCH STORIES - KATY Katy had been kicked out of her home when Alistair made her confess to her very Christian parents that she was both pregnant and a lesbian



Drops of sweats flew in the air as the knight in armour barely avoided the thrusted spear. The spar had lasted more than the average combat duration, and it showed as the two opponents caught their breath, both exhausted



EXTRA 1 Dirty House Call Today was a boring day. His powers were working well and ever since day one, had developed into something that he was familiar and adept at, if artistically skilled. Using it has become every day life, helped him in so many ways