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“As you can see Your Majesty,” said Governor Arcturus with a bow, “the people’s taxes would not go to waste, the designs my architects have come out with are undoubtedly flawless.” The king studied the scroll carefully, his brow furrowed


DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18. DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, black mail, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read
Carlos P.O.V The day I saw her I just knew I had to have her. I would watch her every day on my lunch break she worked at a little coffee shop across from my office. She was beautiful she had long black wavy hair a flat stomach and long taned legs that led to a sexy ass



Shit, I guess it's funny. Most rape victims say they feel numb, helpless after their attack. Not me. Granted, I don't remember walking home-taking a shower or falling asleep. But besides that, my reaction is pretty fucked up
Warning: This is an extreme story, please note the genre and themes. They are accurate. Don't say I didn't warn you. This is a fantasy and meant as nothing more than a titillating story. __________________________________ Fuki stands in the middle of the room



So I should start off by telling about myself, before I get into the night that changed my life. My name is Kari, I'm 22 years old, I live in a small town of about 8,000 people where I work as a receptionist at a local beauty shop



JOHN Let me describe a woman to you. She’s eighteen years old, about five-foot-five, and probably around a hundred and ten or so pounds. Now that we've gotten the statistics out of the way, let me paint her picture in your mind



CHAPTER 1 "C'mon little man. You're really gonna talk yourself up like that, only to back out now?" "Ummmm, no" Cole mumbled as he began fumbling with his belt. At 14 years of age, Colton Grey was a player beyond his years. A player, but still a virgin



I sat in the dark. Far above me, like a sign of something, floated the perfect half moon of light given shape by the hole in the ceiling. And yet none of the light from up there managed to find its way to me. As time passed, my cursed eyes became more accustomed to the darkness



Harrison Chapter 1: I watched as 22 year old Laura Sherman exited Yorkdale Mall. She was with her boyfriend Mike. But I didn't pay any attention to him; my eyes fell on Laura. She was a beautiful girl with very pale skin



ficer! Joey’s Mom’s name is Kim and she is a stay at home mom well until Joey is old enough to be home alone then she will try and find herself a hobby of her own! “So was the neighbors dog doing alright?” Joey blushed and responded to his mom with a small laugh! “Yeah mom he’s doing just



The Georgia Peach – A Story of the American Civil War. “Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal



It all started with an itch. I was 18 in college on a fast track degree in electronics and stuck here babysitting a 15 year old twerp. I would have been out with my boyfriend if anyone asked. But nobody did. So I was stuck here with the kid



She was married off young. She was fifteen when she married a thirty-five year old man, his name was Rohan. She was afraid of him, and he was turned on by her. She was short, had well placed curves
The light above my head flickered as we shot through the tube, I held my hands clenched in my crotch to hold down my skirt