“Do you see something you like, M’Lord?” the perky blond asked, leaning over the display case and offering a stunning view of her full breasts, barely contained in a low-cut peasant blouse.”Absolutely,” I replied, trying not to stare. Pointing at a silver pendant, I said, “‘Ow about that one?”With a dazzling smile, she took it
our hands felt in the dark….. ….. I received a phone call late one night. It was from a woman. She was very hyper…. She said just listen …..I found this story on a disk with a hidden video…. ————————————————————– (mans voice, hidden camera)…..His apt. was being worked on, so he stayed two nights at
My name is Cristiano, this is the true story of my first sexual experience with both a girl & a woman Summertime seduction Pt 1It was the summer of 1986 & I had just finished my O’levels at the English international college in Marbella, Spain.My family had moved there 2 years earlier. Most people at
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Uncle Ted has been watching the house for a week now. I feel like every day that goes by I get a little more scared of him. The first day was fine but the next day it seemed like he was staring at me. I would catch him out of the corner of my eye
Next Door Neighbors…Part 1I was about to get in my car when Doris called out and asked me if I could stop in and see her. She said she had something she wanted to talk with me about. I told her I had to run to the store and wouldn’t be long.As I drove to
Madison was, first and foremost, a businesswoman. This was something that Lexi had forgotten in the 9 months since they had first met. But it was something she remembered now while she stood on the podium, a chain around her neck bolted to the floor by thick heavy links. After a few hours of standing
There’s a thing about thin garments: if you don’t want people to see your underwear, then better choose something that’s close to your skin colour… or wear nothing at all underneath!I’m generally a good girl. In a kinky sense of way… Eager submissive material for Sir, whose happy place is “kneeling in front of Him”.
I pulled up to Sir’s house exactly five minutes before my designated arrival time that Saturday morning. I slipped off my short dress and walked in my five inch heels to attach my leash to a hook and kneel on the side porch, naked except for my heels, a chain collar with Sir’s initials, and
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About a week later on a Saturday afternoon Chrissy’s mother stopped by for a visit after doing some shopping at the nearby mall. I answered the door and said, “Hello Jessica, this is a pleasant surprise. Come on in. We were just watching an HBO movie in the den.”Jessica said, “Hello, Joey. Since our last
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The sun, that had filtered through the trees at the Exeter’s now shown hotly on my back. As I rocked back on my heels to survey my morning’s work, a trickle of sweat ran down the center of my back and into the crack of my ass. I looked at my hands and saw the
I had been awake for about half an hour, simply lying in bed and recounting the events of the night before.Sometimes, reality and dreams mix, and the true circumstances become clouded. Did I dream that I made love to my granddaughter last night? Did I dream that her mother was there encouraging her all the
While my heart beat like a drum, I swam to shore. Reaching land, I quickly whirled around, seeing Mom helping my crying twin sister, Lucy. “Do you need any help?” I shouted at them.Mom shook her head while keeping her daughter’s arm draped over her shoulder, making sure her head was above the water. “I
Please read the Bimbo Dust-New Batch before reading this or something’s will not make much sense. No foul language in the comments. All players are over eighteen years old, so now sit back and enjoy the next chapter in the Bimbo Dust SagaBimbo Dust Dirty Grandpa.Chapter 1.It was a Saturday morning, and Ernest was making
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.*****Walking down the street, you are kind of in your own little world. Enjoying the sunset and the sounds of the cars as they rush by you. These are the sounds of the
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