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LA CUPIDITÉ DE LA MÈRE ⚧️
Nicholas a sorti son téléphone et a pris une dernière photo de sa maison. Nicolas emménageait dans une nouvelle maison aujourd'hui. Nicholas était un garçon de 18 ans, il était le plus petit et le plus maigre de l'école, il gardait ses longs cheveux blonds. Il n'était pas bon en sport et n'a jamais ... Read full Story
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A LA DÉCOUVERTE DE L'AMBRE ⚧️
J'ai toujours aimé la lingerie féminine. De regarder des catalogues à voir des copines le porter, j'ai adoré le look et la sensation de la lingerie sexy et soyeuse, mais pour moi, cela a toujours été plus profond. À 18 ans, j'ai essayé ma première paire de culottes, oh mon Dieu, c'était merveilleux ... Read full Story
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AMANDINE ⚧️ ⚧️
Le lycée n'était pas un endroit amusant pour moi. Étant plus un outsider geek, plus intéressé par la science, les ordinateurs et la culture pop associée à ces intérêts, cela signifiait que j'avais peu d'amis. Cela signifiait aussi que j'étais si loin de l'échelle sociale que je n... Read full Story
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PRIS AVEC DES CONSÉQUENCES ⚧️ ⚧️
Je m'appelle Stephen et je suis étudiant diplômé à l'école de commerce locale. Je suis à mon travail depuis moins d'un an et, en tant que nouveau venu au bureau, je pensais que faire des heures supplémentaires ferait bonne impression sur mon patron. Eh bien, j'ai certainement fait une impression, ma... Read full Story
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Lady Regina
I know that many say that I I’m a coward because I am comfortable living in the closet as a part time female and not expressing my special female side completely. My friends all tell me to go out and have fun and not worry about what people say or think. In spite of that, and because of the prudish... 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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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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A Certain Perception
Kyra was not the girl of my dreams. I never DARED dream a woman that good would just walk into my life. She was smart, sassy, vivacious, intuitive, resourceful, and a real 'people person'. We met in an Internet chat room called "Working Girls". We're not talking about the kind you find in ... Read full Story
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Witch Chronicles
I have been asked to write down my perception of the events of the war. After what's just happened, I thought it best to wait and rest before writing things out, but the big wigs want me to get it all down while it's still fresh, so don't expect this to be an extremely military report. I... 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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Porn Princess
They say if you are going on a journey of revenge, to dig 2 graves, one for your enemy and one for yourself. I thought I understood the meaning of that saying, but never so much as right now. My name is Dan, and at the age of 21, I had been working for nearly 2 years as a production manager for ... 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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The Greatest Lie Part 6
In my rare moments of leisure in the weeks following my close encounter with death, I had had little opportunity to talk about it. Of course, the police had asked perfunctory questions, and I had testified at the coroner’s inquest, but until my next appointment with Dr. Erika Wright, I had not... Read full Story