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Amanda’s red heels flash brightly as she walks purposefully down the quaint, high street of this archetypally English seaside town. Today she wears a calve-length denim dress with the lower front buttons undone to reveal flashes of shapely legs, an entrancing hint of smooth inner thighs and just a hint of cleavage. As she proceeds
Hi readers! A bit of a change of direction from long character building affairs, just a quick and fun one-off story, hope you like it! Samantha Sloan was nervous. This was unusual. She’d made her reputation on the back of her steely resolve, her unyielding strength of will, and her ferocious negotiating skills. In short
“My turn now.” Answered Mark as Mason nodded approvingly knowing he would be looking to score with Gail as well. Mark had been kissing and stroking Gails leg, even brushing his pinky lightly along her pussy during their time waiting. It was now time to test her. “Ok Gail, lets go down the path.” Mark
Gail was really excited looking forward to meeting up with and going out with her best friend Patsy tonight Friday after a hectic school week. Finally 18, both girls were finally allowed to go out if escorting each other. Young ladies in highly religious conservative families weren’t permitted to do many things others of their
Chapter 1: The Stroke Fairy My mom’s elder sister, Ada, had been married to her husband, Frank, for sixteen years when he had his stroke. Ada and Frank married a little late in life; she was 28 and he was 30 when they decided to tie the knot. They only dated for three months but–as
Punishing Miss De Rossi The Sting Derek’s shoulders, knees and lower back ached as he knelt while holding the textbooks in his outstretched arms. It was an infamous punishment that Danielle De Rossi, an English teacher at Jefferson High School, rather enjoyed dishing out. Miss De Rossi was a very attractive woman in her late
This is a work of fiction. Everyone named IS real and the location, names, ages and dates have not been changed, I did attend this school when I said I did but to protect my identity I have not named myself in the story.”Why don’t you come back to my place?” How long had I
This piece is a little slower: it takes a couple pages to get into the thick of the eroticism. If you don’t want a slow-burn, turn back or skip ahead. You have my horniest sympathies. For those who stay, your thoughts and ratings are greatly appreciated. Xx. ——— The Runaway Niece For a while Kerry
After high school, I attended a tech school, learning about CAD — Computer Aided Design, and also CNC — Computer Numerical Control, which takes the CAD information and actually manufactures the object, following the CAD instructions. I did very well in my training, if I say so myself. The various teachers praised my quick mind
A change in perspective. Kimmie learns her true self. Submission is an art. Afforded only to those who deserve it. **** ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck.’ Were the only words screaming through my mind. For the entire journey back in the Uber I had my legs crossed as tightly as possible while trying to keep my
This is based on a true story from my life. The characters are of course changed in case any of them might still recognize themselves and object. It’s true… up until it isn’t. (My roommates actually challenged me to this, but I didn’t ‘accept the challenge. And that’s where my fantasy kicks in. It could
Part Seven – “The surface of the sun” December 12 th , 2020 When Fiona woke in the morning, most of the other women had gotten out of bed already, everyone sleeping around Andy without sleeping touching him. That had been a lot harder for some of them than others, and several of them had
This story is inspired by and dedicated to my one and only owner. The gorgeous, divine and perfect Mistress Maia Redhood. This story involves topics of female domination, cuckcoldry, male chastity and light cbt. If you are interested in these topics, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ————————————–
When Gloria and I entered Mistress’ apartment we encountered a wild scene. Mistress and Desiree were seated on the sofa with Genevieve’s two subs eagerly feeding on their pussies. Genevieve was similarly hosting Lisa’s voracious attention.”Join the fun,” Mistress called out and beckoned us with the crook of her index finger. She handed Gloria the
This was my birthday present. I had paid in advance, set aside the entire weekend, and was going to enjoy myself.And yet my heart pattered in trepidation, wondering if I was really ready.I glanced around the front of the building only to find it looked normal. Like any other building on this side of downtown.
This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. “Only
Chapter 1 The Princess awoke surrounded by mounds of cushions and furs in a king-sized bed that dwarfed her delicate frame. The days and nights had been so warm of late and her silk nightgown had become moist with sweat beneath the covers, it clung to her glistening skin. She stretched her tired limbs and
Why Do I Do It? I am often asked that question. My name is Steven, my work name Stevie943, I am often asked why do I do sex work? My boss got me into it, true but not completely; this is my story. In the beginning there were Dinosaur’s according to anthropologist’s they were gay
Everything in this story is fiction. All characters were over 18 at all relevant times in the story and no characterization of any person or organization is intended to be taken as true. It just makes the story work. The events in this story occurred in the early 1970s when I was a college student.
Adrian got home from work at 6:45pm. The first thing he saw as he came through the door was the candle, burning brightly in its glass jar on the hall table where he usually put his keys, and straightaway he knew he was in for an evening of arousal, sex and — if he was