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Blue collar Master, white collar slave Part 2
About an hour later I was once again naked except for my chastity pouch and my stilettos and once again I was screaming and crying, my body covered with angry red welts from Master Darren's whip. On my knees crying and begging I held his cock in my hands, trying to give the best handjob ... Read full Story
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Would You
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her sk... Read full Story
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A Fairy Tale Part 1
=-=-Chapter One-=-= "Heather?" My boyfriend was knocking on the bathroom door. "What's wrong, are you okay? Heather?" "Yeah..." I swallowed thickly and that was a mistake. I threw up some more, kneeling on the floor, feeling like I was dying. "Heather?&q... Read full Story
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Old Folks Part 2
It had been eleven months since that day when I arrived at Honey and Frank's house. It was about 1am at night as I stood in a quiet street waiting for Frank to pick me up. I had just finished with my last client for the night a good blowjob with him ending up cumming on my face. I was touching up my... Read full Story
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Additional Thoughts on Sodomy
Although, in the world (or worlds?) of pornography and erotica, it is politically incorrect, perhaps, to suggest that the body, whether male or female, is not built for anal intercourse, the fact is that anyone who has participated in this act (especially on the receiving end) or who has enjoyed wat... Read full Story
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Filthy Little Beast
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... Read full Story
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My True-Love Story
My name is Kim Young. I'm a happy and healthy nineteen this year. This is my very first story (but not my first "submission!") My story begins five years ago, when our neighbors moved in next door. I'll always remember that sunny April afternoon in Omaha, when they climbed out of their ... Read full Story