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Experimentation - Volume 2 One thing I can remember as clear as if it was yesterday is a small section of a particular night’s fun. Erika was being Mistress again, and she was talking about sharing me with another Mistress, to see how I could perform on another woman

1987 it was. Spring. "Can we talk about the wedding?" asked Keith. "Of course," said Sue, her eyes lighting up as usual at the magic word wedding. "Why don't you want your mother and father to come?" Sue sighed. She loved Keith dearly. He was a kind and patient man

"Good morning bitch" said rachel to start off the morning. She was wearing a nice little white laced thong and a small tanktop. She is about 5'6 and has dark brown hair, perky d cup tits and a nice big tight ass

Year -12 to Year 4 My Name is Nessa. Today I finished writing early. I want to write more so I'll tell -you who come after- about me. I don't remember where I was born or what my familiy was called and I'm the only Nessa around so never needed a nick. My familiy were serfs

I’m normally a really nice guy, but some people take that kindness for granted and use it against me, they know that I won’t retaliate to their teasing. When they do that I sort of get pushed to my limit and when they push me over the edge I snap

I want to thank Akumu0 for his help in proof reading my horrible writing. “Oh god………..mom?” I asked in a squeaky voice. I couldn't believe my eyes. There she was laying next to me caressing my chest and stomach

the next day Sasha sends her slave to Steve’s room to tell Hanna that she would like to see her. Hanna goes to talk to Sasha. Sasha tells her that she was working on somethings for her, part of it was the burkas, when I was making the design for the burka I thought about the mark

Carrie didn't die during the end of her pregnancy, but I think she probably wanted to. She cooked and did housekeeping and stocked the fridge with beer and every couple of nights I would tie her to the head board in my bedroom and fuck her

My kidnap adventure I am 27 years old, tall and fit, dark hair to shoulder length, long legs and small pert boobs. I had won a place on a round the world yacht crewed by women. We were having a fantastic time, visiting places I could never have dreamed of seeing

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 Maintenance Man 2 ------------- Mark awoke the next day to a strange feeling, his cock was being bathed in a warm, wet, suction feeling, it felt wonderful unlike anything he had ever felt

This is the story of a young woman’s conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOTprohibit slavery

Today was the Black Dahlia’s annual virgin auction, and Richard was on a very short list of invitees. There were only 10 virgins in the auction. But since the Dahlia was a sex club, there were over 100 women the attendees could fuck at their leisure

It had been months since Janet had traveled to New York. For someone who had grown up in NY and spent their entire life in the shadows of Manhattan's skyscrapers, Janet missed the city greatly

Asuhina was in her. Bedroom on the second floor of her house. She had headphones on and was listening to music. She was a week into her summer vacation and still had 2 months to go. Her parents left on business and wouldn't be back until 3 days before it ended