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All characters are at least 18 years old. This chapter contains strong language that some readers may find offensive. This is your trigger warning. Viewer discretion is advised.——Zach”What the hell is going on here?” dad snarled, and Keith and I both froze. He reached down and grabbed my wig, yanking it off and inadvertently tugging
“Master… I’m embarrassed… please give me something to wear…!”Alex was once again completely naked, her body completely unadorned- she didn’t even have her kitty costume on, or any of her sex toys. She was on her hands and knees, in the middle of what looked like a small town, early in the morning.Alex gasped as
It began with me wanting to be a woman, and preparing myself for the change. And my best friends dad was going to very much test my mind and body. I was always a smaller than normal boy growing up. I got picked on being called pee wee, and girly boy. And I really wondered
Your response to Grandpa’s Guide to Girls was so flattering that it motivated me to write this sequel. You voted your approval and made very kind comments about the story of Grandpa Frank helping young Ben woo his first girlfriend.You need to know why I placed this sequel in the “first-time” category. Ben is not
Chapter 7 Paul smiled and was relieved. He got up and put a robe on and headed for the kitchen. Jessica lay in bed thinking of everything that had happened. Her morning with Paul etched deep in her brain, the feeling of the change and him inside her as she did. She could hear and
The Girl’s story. My view point to my first fuckOver years, I had dreamt that one day I would meet a boy who would make me beg to fuck him. I would get wet thinking of such a circumstance. Yet, all I could do in my conservative home was to look out of the window
A woman searches for a grave stone but finds a rapist. Chapter 1 A Rainy DayWhat a day to be going to the cemetery, thought pretty Marie Bogle, as the windshield wipers moved slowly back and forth.It was a bleak day. A gray sheet obscured the sky.Rain drizzled. She could have waited until a better
Tanya was senior manager at one of London’s largest department stores. She loved sushi, sunny holidays and having her nipples licked. For three years she’d been living in a large Bermondsey apartment with her boyfriend Calvin.Calvin was an actor, or rather he would be on the rare occasions he got through auditions. At this moment
Escort’s encounter by marxlaten Fiction, Blowjob, Domination/submission, Erotica, Male Domination, Male/Female, Prostitution, Spanking, Toys This story is about a night spent with a client. Let me know if you are interested in more parts. She parked her economical Toyota infront of the large house and stepped out. She arrived two minutes early, just the way … Read more
Scotland: 1557.Colin MacLean pulled up his horse in his castle’s courtyard and looked around. In the bustle of servants and hunting dogs, he caught sight of Fiona, his current favorite, coming out of the great hall.”Greetings My Lord,” she called enthusiastically. “Had you luck with the hunt?””Aye!” he called back with raucous good humor, “and
(Contains graphic sexual and BDSM depictions, including chastity, tease-and-denial, otk spanking, fellatio, anal sex, and group sex. There is also a brief reference to past sexual trauma. This story takes place in a forced chastity dystopia where uncoerced consent is effectively impossible, but all characters gain at least some enjoyment from the scenes depicted and
As I open the door, I hear your voice booming from the kitchen.”In here now!”I shut the door and walked into the kitchen. He is standing by the sink; I didn’t do the dishes before I left.”These were supposed to be done before you left this morning, and I see you didn’t have breakfast or
The sun was going low and whatever light it still was able to cast on us slipped through the silhouetted branches of the trees that lined the hillside and slope to the sea. We walked silently on the wooden boardwalk. Each of us thinking about where we were and how good hot mineral water will
As I put pen to paper on this cold November evening in the year 193_, my failing body gratefully absorbs the heat of the roaring fireplace in my drafty study. This diminishing corpus of mine has experienced incredible depths of joy, yearning and passion over the many years of its existence, but now all that
— GREYHOUND BUS –The trees passing by brought back the familiar feeling of being on the cattle transport while we were in basic training. Last time I saw this I was falling asleep standing up, and now I’m watching them pass by comfortably. Well, as comfortable as you can be in faded and torn upholstery.
I was a really good kid. Well-behaved, polite, kind to animals…generally speaking, the kid a lot of parents wished they had.I was also a smart kid. My grades were very good. They could’ve been excellent, if I’d pushed myself, but when one can score an A or B with minimal effort, why bother? That was
(Its an ongoing story – presentations and such in leading chapters)Chapter 4. (Day 2)When I woke up in the morning light the bed was empty. I really think it was the movement when the girls left that had stirred me. I stretched and let my body wake slowly. Sunshine was pouring into the house and
I am a highly sensual but fairly attractive woman. Short, stout with dark eyes, dark hair. 56I-46-44. It was a very hot summery day where I was dressed with an over size v-neck tee-shirt with no bra where my huge brown breast with dark milk chocolate medium sized nipples that were standing so erect ready
When you’re a postman you experience a lot of unexpected things, and this was definitely one of those times.It was a typical hot summer day, and I was ready to get this last delivery done before lunch so I could find a shade tree to rest under and eat my lunch.One house left and a
Introduction:In Velaria, there are 12 factions. Each faction is made up of 6 compounds, and each compound is made up of 3 assassins, 2 healers, and a scholar. They’re tight-knit groups; living, working, eating, fighting, and often sleeping together. My name is Elizabeth Rhima, and I am the healer of Compound #3 of the Arcanian