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Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here
'I'm licking my lips as I calmly head to your door, sexy woman. The anticipation is undeniably overwhelming, but I love it. I know you want some time to get ready, but yet, my right hand is coming to the doorknob, and I'm cracking the door open,' I thought, prior to peeking in there



Slave. Part one. 1. I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my Master, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses
Name: Sean Truly Date: 1/20/10 (Author's Note: I am an Amateur writer, and this is the first time i've ever made a sexual story. I will not lie, I am not like any other guy-At times I can be Bisexual, but most of my friends in school are anyway



After graduation in the Spring of my senior year I decided to go to the city’s college for a year, not because I wasn’t smart enough, but so I could get past Megan and all that had happened during senior year



Editing Reality Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed Chapter Fourteen: Mayoral Delights By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Becky Davies “She's almost here,” I said, slipping my phone down onto the table. I smiled at Mrs



continued from part V… Amber took control of the room. She finally saw the chance to take her younger sister Amy and have her way. This thought coupled with the realization that her whole family is open to having sex with each other made her feel secure in a new way



School was not my favourite place as I am sure it was not for most. When I was 16 my parents separated and I took it extremely hard. I gained an attitude and took to smoking weed on a regular basis
This had been a good year for me



e my dads hand good bye then he punche my shoulder as i left the door and when i got back in my car i went back to uni to find that jenny was there she said she transferred here 2 days ago and i was surprised but i was tired andi went to my dorm to sleep from the long trip to be continued



Grabbing my computer and headphones, I settle under the covers, hairbrush in hand. I slowly slide my panties down until they’re around my ankles and position my brush over my clit
PART 1 – The Guy Even without the storm that had added a unique atmosphere to my first ‘session’ with the Little Girl, the woods still looked sombre, overbearing and scary



'How in the hell do I get myself into these things?' I asked myself. The scarves that held my wrists to the padded arms of the chair were a work of art. I couldn't move them at all but the circulation was just fine. Jenny, my wife, was a surgeon and an expert at knots


When I (Alice!) was twelve, I was in the sixth grade and had a friend named Annie I had known since I was first grade. She lived in the next block and we spent more time together than we did with anyone else