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Editor’s note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.*****”All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and some of what you read may be distressing. Be safe and vigilant.”For Tiffany Bright, 26, things are looking up, and
I had just returned from visiting my real brother for Christmas, in Boeblingen, near Stuttgart. He was in Radio Company, Seventh Army, stationed in the Panzer Kaserne, on a hill above the town. I loved Ray very much – we were as close as brothers can get. Our Christmas together in a foreign land was
After the horny highs on holiday with my Dad and his sexy young wife Chloe, I came back down to Earth with a bang. My mum was obviously depressed, partly, I think, because she had been on her own while I was away and partly, although she never said so, because I didn’t come home
I kept trying to focus on yet another online meeting. The day had been filled with them, luckily this was the last one. Half of the meetings could have just been emails. The current one was especially egregious. Two guys were arguing about definitions, while the other three of us just sat there, waiting for
It’s fair to say that Sue and I were close, possibly even closer than sisters. We’d been friends since we were 9 or 10 and 15 odd years later we were still inseparable. In fact the events of the last year had made us even closer still.I’d been shocked when Sue had announced she was
My real dad died when I was young, and I have only a faint memory of someone when I was very young. Mom met my future stepdad, Marten, when I was thirteen. I instantly disliked him since I felt he threatened what Mom and I had together. Looking back, I must have been rather obnoxious.
This story contains fictional characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities and are 18 years old or older. Please feel free to leave constructive feedback. All rights reserved.Please read Broken Shoulders (Pt1, 2 & 3) before reading any further.As before, I’d like to thank you all for the lovely (and not so lovely) feedback. I
Virginia was a curious girl. She wanted to know about everything. She was 19 years old and had only recently left the Catholic boarding school where she had spent the last 10 years of her life. Her parents had died when she was little, but had left plenty of money to provide for her education.
I am bad about not ending my story series. This chapter ends the “Rebuilding” stories. It follows chronologically the previous chapters. I strongly recommend reading “Rebuilding,” “Rebuilding CH 02,” “Rebuilding CH 03, and “Rebuilding CH04” before you read this final chapter.Warning: there is some incest at the end of this story. Hopefully, it fits in
He rested his hands upon her shoulders, cupping them solidly, but hesitated just short of gathering her in a firm embrace. He looked down into her eyes, they glistened with tears as she stood before him. Here was her lover, not her husband, and she felt rippled by the emotions of wanting to have her
I slid my French knickers down because going any further took me beyond a sense of vulnerability, creating a situation whereby Keith had to know pretty much how I’d answered my questionnaire. Unless pony play and butt plugs were part of a regular curriculum, my step-dad must have some sexual or romantic design on me
“I’m leaving him dad, I’ve had enough.”I knew that this day was coming. The only surprise was that Betty had put up with that useless husband of hers for so long. They fought constantly and it broke my heart that my only daughter was stuck in a loveless, unhappy marriage.I had never taken to Les.
Let’s register here how Samira became another prostitute of the family. When, in her first vacation at home after entering college, she is initiated by her father and brother into the incestuous and debauched secrets of the family.First day – morningSamira was pleased. Home again, after her first semester at college, full of news and
As we drive through the California desert, you turn and look at me like I am on crack. ‘Why in the hell are we driving SO FAR just to go swimming?’ you think to yourself. We have been driving for two hours already, the A/C keeping it cool inside and the music on the radio
Bo talks his gorgeous sister into giving their black neighbor a blow job.When Bo walked up to his room after he visited with Pappy, his sister is sprawled out on his bed wearing her black cowgirl boots and a black cowgirl hat that was given to her when she sang country music at the VFW
Me and my wife were having a party at our house over the weekend for our 5th marriage anniversary, I met my wife in college and she was a very conservative nerd of mostly studied and never went out because of her strict parents, after we spent some time together we hit things off after
She sat scrolling through the comments section trying to find something new to do for the people who watched her. She was getting bored of sticking toys in every hole she had. It had been exciting for a little while to use pillows, the bedpost, her blankets but even that was starting to get dull.
All characters are consenting adults.——————————————————Well, this was it. No turning back now. John wondered what he was thinking, getting himself (and his daughter) into this. But Rick had been a pain in the ass and, well, now it’s time to get fucking. His daughter, Rose, stood in front of Rick facing John, Rick’s hands sitting
(h/t The Citronelle Courier) Evie Bancroft, a 2018 graduate of Citronelle High School, has been found dead at The Manor Motor Lodge, officials say, after she came under intense local scrutiny for working as a prostitute in a Nevada brothel.The 19-year-old’s death was ruled a suicide due to asphyxia by hanging by the Evergreen County
The recession hit hard. Like so many, I lost my job. Not my fault, they told me. Hard times all round, they said. I hadn’t been unemployed since – ever – and hit the ground running, updating my resume and sending it to over a hundred companies in the first month. The rejections were better