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Confessionals part 2

Part II. Their next visit came quickly. Clara hadn’t expected that she would deny herself as per the Priests instructions but she found herself fearful that he would find out if she did otherwise. It seemed irrational that he would but she wondered whether he might see her sins through the eyes of God. God was always watching her. She didn’t really understand what the other night at the church was really all about. It seemed a conflict of interest for the Priest to stimulate her sexually and then send her out into the world of men. She wanted answers. She came crashing through the church doors early the next morning. She had been hoping to have the opportunity to confront him and barrage him with questions but she found him meeting with a few …

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A long night_(2)

Leslie was a 19 year old girl, and as with any 19 year old girl, slightly bored with life. She was a successful student at a state college, working part-time, and teasing college boys full time. She was still a virgin, despite the fact that she could get any guy she wanted, since she was a 5’6 brunette, with c cups that always seemed to spill a little out of her bra. Leslie was sitting in her dorm room with her roommate, Sam. “I’m booooored.” Whined Leslie. “I keep telling you to get a boyfriend, but I guess my opinion doesn’t count for much…” Sam retorted. “I don’t know, I want the right boyfriend.” “Well he’s not just going to just pop out of thin air, Leslie.” Said Sam. “I wish he would. That would …

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Love Honor and Obey – REVISED

The day I met this perfect beauty I had to have her. Tinya and I dated for several weeks before I even tried to have sex with her. I did not want to take a chance at making her mad. I had the night I decided to make my move all planned out. The restaurant was very expensive. Great food and wine. Wonderful atmosphere. She was late in meeting me but when she arrived I forgot all about her tardiness. Her long dancer’s legs were highlighted by 5 inch heels. This made her almost as tall as me. Her pleated skirt was nearly eight inches above her knees. Her satin blouse hugged her beautiful breasts. The nipples could clearly be seen. Her sheer bra exposed everything to the observant eye. She must have been size …

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The Girl – Book 1 – Chapter 10

*spoiler*: A multi-part story that goes from rape, to consensual torture and slavery, with an happy ending. — “I want you to own me.” — she said. — “Completely.” — “I think we do.” — said Hank. — “Yes.” — she responded. — “But I want you to own me in every sens.” She dumped a small dossier on their desk. — “Here.” — she explained — “These are all the things I could think of. You can of course ask me for anything else.” She opened it and showed the items in it. — “This is the copy of my birth certificate, and my id card. You have my address here, and my school address. This is my cell number, my home number, and a number of a burner cell I bought for you …

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Porn whore to subslut girlfriend Pt3

Chapter 2  I had Sasha ride in the back naked with her legs spread wide on the roof and her crotch fully open and her hands squeezing her tits tight.   I kept ordering her to lube her hands with her twat and squeeze her tits as tight as possible to force the blood into her nipples.   Her copious and slippery cunt juice was making her hands slip off her A cup titties and I yelled that she should squeeze harder and if her hands slipped off they believe tter grab and squeeze her nipples.   I ordered the sound guy who I’d named Radar to get in the back and kneel in the footwell and grab her nipples as hard as he could in between his fingers and thumbs to show her what I expected.   He …

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Susan’s first bondage

Susan’s first bondage. She checked her instructions carefully for at least the tenth time in the last half an hour, the printed sheet now crumpled from repeated folding and unfolding, Number 17 Naysmith drive, left out of the station, down Arkwright street for three hundred yards and turn left at the Red Lion into Merethorpe Gardens and then second left. The high arch of the honeysuckle shrouded pergola gateway loomed above the street, setting No 17 apart from it’s matching stone Edwardian town house neighbours, she checked her instructions one last time she moved the key from her sweating palm to her shaking fingers, placed the instructions back in her pocket and with more confidence than she felt she walked the few steps up into the half timbered porch and tried her key in the …

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Bad Teacher – Chapter One: The Plan

“And that,” said Ms. Archer with the slightest smirk, “is why boys are falling behind girls in every category. The older generation of white-haired males may still be in power, but girls are more intelligent, less governed by primitive instinct, better at communication, and have longer attention spans; it’s just a matter of time before this generation overtakes both the good old boys and the weak, subservient old women who enable them. Final papers are due on Monday, and I expect each of you to provide solid arguments supporting your vision of a future society based on this premise.” I muttered to myself a bit and rolled my eyes, but made sure to do so without being seen; I didn’t want to get drawn into an argument that the bitch would win by trumping in …

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Revenge, Pt 10: The Return_(0)

Chapter 10 There was a soft knock at the door. It was always the same two taps with her. Like the start of a joke. I stood up and crossed the room to the door, reaching out to let my fingers rest on the handle. Then I hesitated. I felt nervous. I hadn’t seen her for more than two weeks, even staying in my room all that evening to avoid her, knowing it would be more exciting for the first time I see her to be when she visited me. Two weeks doesn’t sound like a lot of time, but it felt like months. Taking a second to steady myself, I let out a quick breath and pulled the door open. I noticed her expression first, that look of complete shock at my answering the …

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INCEST MAGAZINE – 1 AUGUST 2015

EDITOR’S CORNER Hi! I’m Amy; Amy Simpson. My dad is Rick—Rick Simpson. I’m 19, he is 41. He is that young actually—one major reason I enjoy fucking and sucking and licking him also. Mom has got no clue about what we do behind her unsuspicious back. I don’t want her to find out. Dad doesn’t want that to happen too. Besides from screwing each other in our free time, Dad and I have decided to publish an INCEST MAGAZINE. We want to encourage a lot of people like you out there that incest is sweeter fun to participate in. Won’t you come and join us? Please? I am begging you to do this—on my knees. Anyway, I want you to know one reason I enjoy riding Dad’s cock and sucking his juicy dick. I also …

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Training Sky

Training Sky A senior in high school, Sky stood five-two. Her body was a work of art from the years of gymnastics and dancing Her breasts were thirty-six B and firm. her dark chocolate brown hair rested in the middle of her shoulder blades. She considered the tradeoff of having the smallest room in the house was well worth it since she had her own space, unlike her siblings who had to share. Her full-size bed took most of the available space even with it pushed up to the walls. Leaving a small space in front of the window. On the other side of the room were her desk and dresser. The only walkway was the width of the door. She had told her parents she was going to finish her homework before she went …

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begging for it

Begging For It Part 1 Jenny would always wonder if it was luck or if they had wanted her for some reason. She was attractive, 27 years old with dark red hair, milky skin and full, heavy breasts that made men stare – but she didn’t think she was exceptional. Maybe the only thing about her that was exceptional was that she had walked past the dark blue van idling on the side of the road on her way into town. That was when, half aware of hearing the door open, she was suddenly struggling to breathe through the heavy cloth against her face. She clawed at it and kicked out at nothing as arms around her waist half lifted, half dragged her backwards. She felt the raised floor of the van scrape the back …

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Perks of the Earl of Llaregub

Any similarities to persons living or dead is entirely unintentional Perks of the Earl of Llaregub Cruel fate drew me to Llaregub, and deviousness for my Grandfather Perks had passed away and with his passing his fortune had passed not to my mother as father had long expected but through quirk of succession to me, of course father knew he would never be Earl but had he known mother would not inherit the estate either he would never have condescended to wed such a wasp tongued frigid harriden of a matriarch as she was universally regarded. But thus it was and so through Europe had the message gone of Grandfather’s death and from my beloved militia camped near the Nile had I been compelled to return to the manor of Llareggub in the Welsh Marches …

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Degradation

<p>There had been no time for goodbyes. No time to pack or even to blow a farewell kiss to her homeland. There had been no time for anything.</p> <p>They had simply run.</p> <p>After her final admission in the lake house, Hannibal had taken a carving knife from the butcher’s block on the kitchen island and swiftly brought it down behind her head, sawing through her ponytail in one deliberate motion, freeing her from the imprisonment of the broken refrigerator door.</p> <p>Clarice’s gasp had had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the realization that he was taking her with him. And a lot to do with the fact that she wanted to go.</p> <p>She remembered well how he had grasped her hand and led her out the back door, across the dark, …

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My Secret Life Vol-01 Chapter 09- Mrs. Smith

Henry had now much business to attend to, I had none. I used to wander into the back street just as the men’s wives brought them their dinners, so as to look at them. They were not allowed inside, but if the men chose to eat inside they could do so, their wives waiting outside. Six or eight men had their dinners brought, the rest went away. The women most frequently sat on a door-step, or loitered over the gratings up which we used to look at night; or squatted down against the wall. I had once or twice looked up their clothes, but found little inviting, with the exception of a plump little pair of legs which belonged to a Mrs. Smith. She looked about twenty-six years of age, her husband twenty years older, …

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Revenge, Pt 12: The Aftercare_(0)

Chapter 12 I blinked a few times, laid out on her body, not entirely sure if I’d been conscious this whole time. I’d finally had my release, and it was like waking up from a trance. I slowly shifted back onto my knees and tried to get a grasp of my situation. The emotion had vanished as suddenly as it had come, leaving only cold, tired logic behind. I was panting, I realised. Almost hyperventilating, in fact. My whole torso was shaking with every breath. I hadn’t been this physically exhausted since… I couldn’t even remember. Vague images of a particularly brutal gym class as a kid sprang to mind, although the details evaded me. I ran my fingers through my hair, realising that I was sweating too. I was drenched with my own sweat …

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Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 01

Chapter One: A Celebration. The Royal George pub was becoming packed as the clock ticked past eleven fifteen. I had just turned twenty one a couple of weeks ago but tonight we were celebrating the twenty-first birthday of my best friend. Dakota and I had been close for a couple of years and we always had fun together despite the vast differences in our personalities. She was a beautiful flirty extrovert with a toned body, enviably large breasts and long wavy blonde hair who was spoiled rotten by her wealthy father. She was always popular and knew just how to tease and get the attention of any guy who dared to glance in her direction. As was usually the case, she had two gorgeous guys competing for her attention but whether either of them would …

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the boy that sells beach towels

FIRST PART the boy who sells towels walks a week in a nearly empty beach. just me and a few other people to sunbathe. few tourists and the boy did not sell anything. walk for hours without result. This morning, the boy stopped to talk with me. on the beach just us two. said “I can sit next to you?” I said “sit down” We talked about the weather conditions are not favorable for the tourists and the guy asked if I live in the place. I covered my nakedness with bikini panties and the guy did not seem surprised by my women’s clothing. I said to live in the house that you see from the beach. the boy laughingly said, “Your house is bigger than the village where I come from…” Meanwhile, the light …

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my gift pt.2

it had been 2 years since my father visited me that night. Violet and I ran away together about 3 months after we graduated. we’ve been living together in a small cabin in the middle of a mountain range. we both thought it be best for me because of what happened a week before we ran away. “come on John lets go!” Violet called from the car. we were about to leave for a weekend get away in Hollywood. our plans were already in play when it happened. my father must have been mad at me or something because as soon as we got off the airplane all hell started breaking lose. the plane we had just recently gotten off blew up. the sky turned red. the driver of our cab’s head exploded. Violet was …

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The Visitor_(1)

This story is copyrighted to Blondie. 2011 The Visitor. Steam rolled out of the shower as he opened the door and stepped out. He stood in front of the mirror for a long time, his hands roaming over his massive chest, and imagination running wild. The thought of being even closer to her today excited him. He had been so close to her several times, and she didn’t even know it, yet! But today, he would touch her, today he would have his way. Today he would make her love him. Months have past since he started watching her. He knew everything about her. He knew that she was newly married, and she and her new husband lived out in a secluded country home. He grinned to the thought, “No one will hear her” . …

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The Contract

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of …

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