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I wake up the next day. Everything feels a bit foggy, and I’m confused where I am. The blanket I had over my naked body is gone, and above me, stands my brother.”Time to wake up. Here.” He throws my panties and a t-shirt on me.Standing above me, staring down, he’s wearing shorts and no
Sunday, the 26th of March 2023Dear diary,I dried my tears on the way back from leaving dad at the airport. Another month without him, another dark period of his absence, and all I had to remember is the pictures of us, smiling together, in a tight hug.Keira didn’t come to say goodbye. She never does.
Driving through the countryside, Sierra had little time to marvel at the magnificent scenery, that Scotland had to offer. Sierra being born an American had come to Scotland on vacation and had never left. She had fallen in love with the majestic rolling hills, fields of heather, purple and fresh. After being there almost 2
First Time: Getting Into The SwingDear friend,Most people assume their first time is going to be awful, most people regret it. How many times have you heard people say, “I wish I had waited”?Well I had waited; I had waited so long I wasn’t even sure if it would work anymore. And finally I was
Every man remembers his first time. That first access to the warm juices of a woman’s secret place. In spite of my forty or so years making my living satisfying unfulfilled rich ladies (a career that I will reveal to you in due course), that first time, and its consequences will live with me forever.For
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