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Welcome to part four of this series. If you haven’t read the previous parts, I highly encourage you, the reader to do that first.I’m indebted to Kenji Sato for his proofreading skills and editing help in this story. And remember folks, this is a story, and one where all the characters engaging in anything sexual
I take no credit for this piece. I did some light editing but this was written by the Incubus who made me what I am. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Let us know if you want part 2.*****Isis looked for unoccupied shade to no avail. It was only a
I awake to the smell of fresh coffee, and bacon and eggs. I slowly open my eyes and for the first time I can see the beautiful hotel room and a breakfast that is all laid out on a table. The table is draped with an exquisite tablecloth the shade of roses with golden ribbed
My name is Julie, I am 40 years old, married and have two children. At 5’4″ I am fairly petite and was disappointed in my small bust size (A) for a long time. I was never one of the popular girls and somewhat plain looking. The Catholic school I went to required both boys and
When I got home from work on that Friday, Sue told me that Linda called her that morning to go shopping at the mall. Of course, being Sue’s favorite pastime she said yes. As they were driving to the mall, Linda told her that she had told Paul the night before about the three of
Synopsis : This series chronicles the real life of a true sub and fucktoy. She is controlled by her Master to be but an object, body, toy and holes for men to use. This is not fiction or fantasy. The people, activities and events are all true, but some names, locations and identifying details have
A surprise in the massage parlour.Pete Davis decided to celebrate his very first paycheque from his very first proper job in the City. He went home to his apartment after work and showered and changed into more casual clothes than his suit and tie and set out into the streets of London. He had heard
The “virgin” mum (part 1)It was never planned but worked out so well for both of us. Mum was in her late forties and had been divorced from my dad for around ten years: they had seemed to drift apart and, when I moved away, there didn’t seem to be any glue to hold them
I don’t know what possessed me. I would never have believed that I would allow even encourage something like this to happen to me. I had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, but that day I don’t know what got into me, but I liked how it felt in there.I took my car in
All characters are over eighteen years old. This chapter contains scenes of masturbation that includes two siblings.CHAPTER ONE – 1999″How are you going to sit here and tell me that the bible doesn’t discriminate against women?” Mary asked her brother.The tall, brown haired and brown eyed young woman stood over her brother as he sat
Chapter 1: Church VirginsThe story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer’s license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment
Part 14 – Beware of This One”Hey Butthole Surfer.” For a second I thought Mom, Aunt Allison, or Miss Soder had been posting things.Then I remembered that the Butthole Surfers were a one hit wonder band, I already knew who it was, smiled and instinctively shot back, “Hey Cheap Trick.””I’m totally sure you’ve used that
“Leaving? Like…actually leaving?””Yes, idiot, leaving! You!” Steph slammed a fistful of her clothes into a suitcase and wiped an angry tear off her cheek.”But…you can’t leave me now! What about the apartment? The lease? Our stuff?””Oh, real fucking nice,” she scoffed indignantly, “I’m glad to know there really is something you give two fucking…FUCKS…about!”With that
Ryan was shaking, he didn’t know how he had ended up in this situation, he was on his way to Small Penis Prison, or SPP, as they called it these days.Next to him were 5 other men, all with the same destiny. He didn’t know much about the site, just rumors.Everything had happened very quickly
I slowly blinked awake, grumbling. I’d gone to bed late last night, and my bleary eyes weren’t happy about the sunlight streaming into my room. My phone buzzed with a notification, and I picked it up to check the time: almost noon. Ah well, not like I had anywhere to be.I slipped out of bed
I woke up to the vibration of my smartwatch alarm. I was expected to get up early and get everything ready for my mistress and she hated being woken up by my own audible alarm so I had bought this to make her happy. When I told Jenna, she responded with.”About time you worked out
When Monday morning finally came around, I felt sick to my stomach with nerves. I had been competing my entire life, but it had never felt like this. I’ve won and lost more times than I can count, but I knew today was different. If I lost today, then I would lose my girls, all
Thank you all who have read and enjoyed my story thus far. Before I continue I want to address some comments on my first few parts. This IS a work of fantasy and all of the males ARE femdom loving simps that will NOT try to overthrow the superior women of the story.I have already
Chapter 1.It’s strange how friendships form, isn’t it, reader? Often, when your children are young, their friends’ parents become your friends. Still others form from work relationships, some from sports or club affiliations, and even from groups like Rotary or The Lions.Some just are.Jim Monie and I became friends because our wives worked together, and
I would like to take this time to inform you that I am an Australian and I tend to write in the same manner that I speak. If there is any confusion about my mannerisms or words that don’t make sense to you, I apologize.*I have to start by explaining that my wife, Mary, has