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The rest of the afternoon, Missy followed me around like a puppy dog, wanting to get close or next to me wherever I went. Not that I minded as my cock was now definitely ruling my mind.We had finished supper and the night air was cooling down and a full moon would make it light
So this has taken a little time to get written. I was hoping to publish once a week, but I think every two weeks is more realistic. And for anyone wondering, I think this series will be about 7 parts in total.————————————————————————————————————————-It was Sunday morning – a full day after I’d started calling my little
They had been working on the house all week, pulling up the carpet, putting up shelves, and painting the walls a different color. She had invited her cousin over to help since her boyfriend was still in the hospital. The prognosis was optimistic, but she still had to get stuff done before he came home.”Man
This story has been written to challenge rather than titillate. Discussion on the Lit BDSM board has sparked the idea for this story. I hope all there see this. The author does not endorse the use of devices as described in this story. Do not try this at home!———————————–Ann looked at Gary standing gazing back
Ashley’s next few days were a bit uncomfortable. Justin seemed to be avoiding her. At practice for Battle of the Brains he avoided eye contact, and was always first or second to leave, so they were never alone together. They sat together in chemistry class as usual but he didn’t joke with her like he
I have been Princess’ owned slave for over a year now and I constantly think of ways to please and serve her.The one task that I completely failed at was Toilet Training. It has always bothered me that I failed to please her in this task, although she was pleased by my attempts and did
Perhaps you have heard about these people but don’t fully believe it. A friend told me that young black men hang out there at night, and the place has become notorious. Of course, when they see a gorgeous young woman like yourself there with a man like me…. well the police would never go into
My name is Saheb Sahebji. I am young, tall and slim. By profession I am a freelance commercial artist. The episode I am about to narrate took place when I was still working for a local advertising company.On my flight to London, as I sat on my seat next to the window, I saw a
It was a hideous feeling watching mom brought low by a shitty man like my father. When he eventually left I was glad even though the man doing the leaving was my biological parent and his wife, my mom doing the staying, wasn’t.”I miss him already, baby.””It’s called Stockholm Syndrome, mom. Dad’s leaving is the
“Fuck Me, slut.”“No Master.”“you’re gonna fuck Me now, slut.”“No Master.”“Slut, fuck Me now or you’ll regret it.”“Gonna make me, Master?”Slowly You unfold Yourself and stand above me.Sprawled on my chair i look up at You and smile sweetly.You kneel before me between my legs and squirming i look up at You. You whisper in my
My Aunt Sarah – Part 4My mind was blown from the past two days, and my body was exhausted, so I slept exceptionally well.I was a keen footballer; I played for the college and the local village team. I wasn’t the fittest 18-year-old in the world, and neither did I have a ripped body like
This is the third chapter of a fictional tale. As a tale of fiction, it omits many of the safety precautions one should take in a real life situation. Because of this, it should not be considered a template for real life.Gloria was coming down to reality, more and more. The pain from the clothespins
Everybody in this story is 18+.##########The Uber driver pulled up to the apartment building where my sister Nita lived. For an upscale neighborhood in Dallas, I certainly expected more than the usual faceless, colorless and generic architecture that you see everywhere else. Every building on the block looked alike, except for the exterior color and
Thursday AfternoonWe had been back a week or so and the ‘glow’ from the vacation was evaporating, as it usually does. Performing all the tasks that are required in our life is not a chore or duty. It’s just my and Elaine’s life. I’m placing much more focus on where we’re going, than on what’s
The temperature in the basement had risen appreciably over the previous hour. It was partly the effect of quite so many men, and women, crammed into a space that measured fifty feet by thirty at most, and whose only ventilation was the opening at the top of the stair. And partly the intensity of what
Wes wasn’t sure what to do about what he’d seen. He wanted to know more, to see more, but he didn’t want to ask or embarrass Mila. He left it for a while, but returned to those images often when Mila was out of the house.Wes knew about Mila’s exes and escapades, and had asked
I hadn’t said so much as a word to my older brother for three years. As far as I knew, neither had my sister or younger brother. We had all been very close growing up. Our father left when Gary was sixteen, and I was twelve. After that it was the four of us and
SUMMARY: After working over 24 hours, Priyanka unexpectedly arrived home and discovered her husband having extramarital affairs in her marital bed. She divorced her husband and began living an excellent life alone, until one day she discovered she had been seen naked by an anonymous local onlooker on her balcony. After recognizing the fact, she
Chapter NineLindsay emerged from a deep, but short-lived slumber in the early morning hours to a sensation of delirious, unrestrained happiness, and allowed herself to bask in it before trying to figure out what the cause of it was.Why did she feel this way again?The eighteen-year-old rotated her head and took survey of Pamela’s luxurious
I lived in a really old neighborhood in a house built during the Civil War to hide slaves on their way north along the Underground Railroad. So there was a tunnel with an entrance in my downstairs bedroom that went to the house next door for slaves to escape thru. There was a little room