A Kinky Virgin’s First Time Ch. 1My name’s Veronica Sawyer. I’m eighteen years old and still a rarity: a virgin. I’m shy around boys, but inside, I’ m really a kink, in fact, a sex fiend. I could be looking you in the eye and talking to you, all the while fantasizing about what your
He humped really hard when I had moved into the exact spot, and he went deep inside of me…. It was a long day at school, the first thing I always do when I get home is play with my German Shepard, Kovou. He’s a very large dog and weighs roughly 80 pounds. I would
Beautiful was the sky today. The sun was shining brightly over the plowed field. The smell of freshly cut wheat lingered in the air, and a soft breeze carried forgotten pieces across the field.She stood there for awhile, looking over the vast horizon, wondering if she would ever leave this place. Ridiculous, she thought, no
The rape in this chapter isn’t ‘realistic’, but it does avoid the trope of the victim enjoying their violation. If you don’t like the sound of that you can skip the flashback text between the two rows of stars to get the present-day story. I’ll put a synopsis at the start of chapter 8 Rose
Lisa Jackson walked briskly down the school corridor on her way to her 9am appointment, feeling her usual mix of dread and anticipation as she contemplated what was in store for her.This was the Fifth Monday since the professor had caught her in delicato with a student and so far he had made good on
*Play with fire, you’ll get burned.*I was paged over the intercom to go meet Craig, my handler outside The Boss’s office, Lawrence is the director and boss of the The Agency he gives everyone there orders and missions. I arrived and Craig was already there pacing back and forth nervously. He looked up at me
Angel hung helpless between the two palms. Her shoulders ached from the inadequate suspension of her body. Her cunt and ass still felt as if they were on fire after her abductors had used her for their own lustful pleasures.*****The islanders referred to her simply as “Mistress;” nothing more. She was always talked about in
Though it is never expected to happen, life leads you to take sharp turns which can be dramatic, if at that spur of the moment, you fall prey to your wanton needs and give vent to your adventurous spirit. This is my story, and from that day till date has been my closely guarded secret.
Dear Reader: This story delves into themes of rape, power, and race. It might be someone’s stroke fiction, and that’s great—let me know—but it likely won’t appeal to many. So if you do like this story, please let me know, either in the comments or via PM or e-mail. If you hate it, let me
Part I – NathanEveryone has their story – you know, the one they tell whenever there is someone new to hear it, especially someone they want to impress or shock.Like my Uncle Jack’s story of how he and Aunt Carmen met at the top of the Eiffel Tower because he “fainted” from his fear of
Chapter One – Wet Dreams and Memories I watched as my simulacrum fucked Claire Prescott to death. My image cried out and came, filling Claire’s mouth and covering her lower face in semen, causing her to gag and choke. I loved that sound she made: her desperate gurgling as she drowned. I could hear the
Girls Gone Wild With a TwistHe watched her dance from the side of the stage, watched her whirl and grind to the music. He smiled. She was young, first year of college and knew just how hot she was. She turned around again, throwing her weight into the move, hips gyrating, hands rubbing down her
people dressed in mourning colors stood around a decrepit being in a box as they lowered it to hell. buried it in dirt and buried the loss from their minds. most faces showed dismay. sum showed just puzzlement. two others showed impatience. the few who were puzzled wondered who the impatient ones were, and what
this is a true story…enjoy!….first time writting We were an average family living in northern Ontario back in the early seventies. My parents were not rich and both worked very hard. My father at the time worked away from home for months at a time and my mother did her best raising us whilst working
This is a story of pure fiction, upon special request of mandmd The Payment by by Dunchad© This story is a piece of fiction that I wrote for a friend from the site. So mandmd, I hope you like this as much as I liked writing. She sat on the back porch, enjoying the cool
Banging Billie 2 by Billie True Story, Anal, Boys/Teen Female, Cum Swallowing, Hardcore, Incest, Rape Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Mon 4th of July 2005 Font size : – + I thought for days about everything that happened. I was only twelve, and I should not be having sex at all
Chapter 40 – A Breakdown and it’s treatment.”How was the chocolate cake darlink?” Yana asked as she kissed me.”Sweet and creamy.” I replied before turning for home.”Oh, that’s good, Hi kiddo.” Mum said as she sort of slid into the back of shmel.I was unsure what to make of her comment. Did she know what
1.Amelia tossed her bag on the bed and looked around the tiny room. She sighed as she placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. The room was like a prison cell: one small twin size bed with a worn looking blanket and one pillow, a desk with a statue of the Virgin
Encounter at the Symphony, Ch. 04Every man’s sexual fantasy, David has threesome sex with identical, twin sisters, Christina and with Carolyn.David not only had sex with Christina on the night that he met her but also, a week later, he had sex with her identical twin sister, Carolyn, too. If that wasn’t enough, something he
Dads sex slave Jan by tazzz Fantasm, Authoritarian, Group Sex, Rape, Slavery, Violence, Wife Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: N/A Posted Tue 25th of July 2006 First Time Writer [i]I was 5 when my mom died and a year later my dad remarried to Jan.She was 17 then and was concidered the hottest