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It’s pathetic, really, that my parents still control me at eighteen years old. Instead of partying with my friends the summer before freshman year of college, I’m stuck in a bus packed full of thirteen to nineteen year old Bible Fuckers singing praise songs. Okay, it’s not that I have something against Christians. I really don’t. There are some that are cool, like the ones who respect differences and don’t take everything in the Bible literally. But Camp Trinity isn’t the place for cool Christians. I’ve gone every year since seventh grade, and it’s honestly one of the main reasons I turned away from religion in the first place. Nothing that anyone says in this place makes sense. Especially not Pastor Daniel, or his goodie-two-shoes daughter, Hope. The singing quiets down as we turn down …

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I slept so well that night. It wasn’t just the sex. I was truly happy for the first time in quite a while. Miss was the reason. For some reason, it felt really good to call her that. It had just popped out instead of Katherine. When asked if I knew my role, I didn’t even have to think. Yes was the obvious answer. I was a submissive beta woman and she was my alpha, my Mistress, my Miss. It felt so natural, so comforting. I heard my name in the distance, “Maura… Maura, time to wake up. Open those eyes my sweet.” I didn’t want to wake up. The sex dream with Miss was enthralling. My body was moving as part of the dream. If I opened my eyes it would end, so I …

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I was wrapping a last-minute gift when Carli, my roommate, entered our apartment. “Jesus, it’s cold out there!” Focused on the task before me, I didn’t look up while she stamped the snow from her boots. “You wouldn’t be so cold if you’d dress for winter instead of running around in skimpy clothes.” “I just went out for a minute, Izzy.” Carli’s exasperated sigh easily carried over to me. Picking up the now-wrapped gift, I admired my work. The present was a bracelet for Carli’s mom, who had been kind enough to invite me over to Christmas Eve dinner. My roommate’s parents lived across town, whereas my folks lived across the country. Money was always tight, and this year, I just couldn’t afford the cost of a plane ticket. Carli and I, both recent college …

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Sarah and John’s sexual relationship had blossomed. Since their first encounter, they continued to see each other a few times per week. Sarah invited John to her Tae Kwon Do matches. She greatly enjoyed dominating John in the bedroom after dominating an opponent in competition. They would also meet after school when they were both free and in the mood. Control was shared in these meetings. Sometimes, Sarah would even submit fully to John’s control. They were also hanging out socially and had become good friends. Their friend groups got along well. One of Sarah’s friends had even started dating John’s best friend. Sarah did hold the line on not dating. She didn’t like the idea of being someone’s girlfriend, even John’s girlfriend. It was near the end of the school year, and John had …

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Rebecca’s Office Rebecca sat in her office, her feet propped up on the desk, the wood creaking softly beneath her heels. Her short pencil skirt was slightly hiked up, revealing a glimpse of her lace stockings and the curve of her thighs. The white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of her lace push-up bra, strained against her firm breasts. Her lace thong lay discarded on the floor, a silent witness to her current state of arousal. It was the middle of the day, as the sunlight shone brightly through the blinds of her window, creating hard shadows in her office on the second floor of the school building. Nobody could see her from here on the second floor, allowing Rebecca full privacy to indulge in this moment of solitude without fear of …

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I point to the scattered piles of straw littering the edges of the cave, then gesture toward the narrow opening where I first crawled in. My eyes lock with Esme’s, and she nods, understanding instantly. We collect the straw with trembling hands, carefully dragging each bundle to the entrance in strained silence. The stench of sweat and filth lingers in the air, mingling with the scent of smoke from their fire. Every step feels like an eternity, with the goblins’ guttural snores masking the gentle rustle of the straw. I steal a glance at the hulking figures scattered throughout the cave, their twisted forms illuminated by firelight. One of them stirs, and I freeze, holding my breath until its snores resume. The pile grows slowly, each dry, brittle layer added with painstaking care. My fingers …

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“I’ve got it,” said Maci, signaling she was going for the ball. She managed to pass it to Fanny, who leaped into the air, her athletic frame tensing as she delivered a powerful spike across the net. Olivia lunged for the ball, her dark brown hair flying as she stretched out, but she missed it by inches. Fanny, with her short blonde hair and freckles, looked particularly fierce as she attacked the ball, her body almost in sync with the motion. “You need to get moving, there’s a match next week!” the coach yelled. “Good play, Fanny,” Coach Tyler called out, then continued, “Olivia, you need to move faster to get to the ball, you were well within reach.” “Sorry, Coach, I promise to be more energetic and make it up to you,” Olivia responded …

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The first motorbike was invented in 1885. Strangely, it was described as a means of personal transport; the idiots who determined that clearly hadn’t discovered its true calling. Thankfully, in our day, many have learned the heavenly joy of correctly using a motorbike; they’ve learned what it was actually invented for. And they never forgot the euphoria. — The Bunny’s Birthday — I was led by a leash, blindfolded with red satin, through her house. With a little tug here and a little tug there, the Biker Chick pulled me from room to room. The smell of homemade cinnamon rolls, baked last night, still filled the house. We hadn’t eaten a single one before becoming too engrossed in other, louder, and more fun activities, a prelude to my birthday celebration. I had only known this …

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Chapter 15 Nora Nora leaned back on her elbows as she sat with her legs draped over the edge of Olivia’s bed. She had lost her underwear somewhere between climbing the stairs to the loft and being pushed down to the impossibly comfortable mattress. She squeezed her thighs together to quell the aching between them as she watched Olivia pull the leather straps up her long legs and secure the buckles around her hips.  When Olivia had suggested they explore the contents of her bedside table, Nora was a little nervous at first. It had been a long time since she’d been on either end of a strap-on. But when she took in the sight of Olivia, stark naked – save for an impressively-sized red silicone dildo hanging between her legs – all nerves were …

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Mary’s heart was pounding in her ears. Her voice was trembling, softly repeating, “No no no no…” She sat in her chair at the school library, a small stack of children’s books waiting to be processed—the subject of her terrified stare. Her friend and fellow volunteer, Jocelyn, was standing in front of the desk, her short, busty frame thankfully blocking the view from anyone looking in the office. “Mary, I’m sorry this upset you. Believe me, that was not my intention. I just thought you should know who you’re dealing with. Haley is not who you think she is.” This repeated last phrase was how Jocelyn had started the awkward conversation. Haley was Mary’s new bisexual lover. Since having her life changed in the locker room at the Pilates studio, the two had been together …

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I blinked awake, the dawn’s soft glow slipping through the curtains and brushing against my face. Tat was there beside me, her dark hair tousled against the pillow, lips slightly parted as she slept. This was our sanctuary, even if the world outside couldn’t know. I reached out, fingertips grazing her cheek, savoring the quiet moment before the chaos of the day. She stirred, those familiar green eyes opening, meeting mine with a sleepy smile.  “Morning, beautiful,” she murmured, reaching for me. It was all I needed. Our lips met, a sweet, lingering warmth spreading through me as I wrapped my arms around her. She was everything steady in this world—every bit of strength, every bit of softness I craved. Moments like these made the strange turn my life had taken feel real, grounding me …

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Chapter 3: Brown Eyed Girl I never thought I would have an experience like that. For weeks after my birthday, all I could think about was how amazing the sex was. It totally changed how my mind worked while I was out and about, or at work. I swear, every girl I looked at, I wanted to fuck. After speaking about it, Kristen agreed it was some of the best sex she’d ever had. I’m not going to say that group sex like that became the new norm, but it definitely opened up some new doors. Kristen and I decided that we both wouldn’t mind if we invited another person into bed with us once in a while. So as the weeks went on we tried to decide who was going to be next. Unfortunately …

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Colette had just left the gym, thoughts of Vicky fresh in her head. All she wanted to do was continue to reminisce on the intense experiences she just had, not to mention enjoy the smell of Vicky’s scents still lingering on her face and body. Unfortunately, traffic was heavier than she wanted, making her quite anxious to get home before Steve arrived. As she approached the driveway, she saw Steve was already home. “Damn,” she thought. She had hoped she would’ve beat him home in time for a shower. She got out of the car, grabbed her gym bag off the passenger seat, phone from the cup holder, and quickly walked to the front door and entered. The way the house was configured, she had to walk through the kitchen to get to the master …

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Cynthia My tongue needed a rest from its insistent drilling, so I pulled from Amanda’s crotch to offer the other ladies a chance at her near-virgin delights. “Who wants some of this yummy snatch?” I offered a little too loudly as Foxy was still perched on Amanda’s face. June was the first out of the water, followed closely by Jenn and Belinda. Backing away, I dove into the pool for a quick rinse before walking back out and plopping my ass down on a lounge chair. The sun was warm and bright, and it didn’t take long for my front to dry off completely. I watched as the threesome of ladies attacked Amanda’s crotch like a hungry pack of wolves. Only Susan abstained. I wanted so badly to tell her how wonderful having your daughter …

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Friday Evening Arrival at the Dominatrix House The drive to Isabel’s house felt like an eternity. Each bump in the road sent a shockwave of frustration through me, a reminder of the week-long denial I’d endured at my Dom’s command. My heart raced as I shifted in my seat, the tight black mini dress I wore clinging to my body, emphasizing the way my thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to relieve the relentless ache between my legs. I was desperate, dripping wet, and painfully aware of my need. The anticipation of what was to come danced on the edge of my mind, thrilling yet terrifying. I was about to be introduced to a new world, one where I would learn to embrace my submission to women. The thought sent another wave of heat …

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Lucinda adjusted her hat carefully and smiled at the young woman across from her. Lily was new to the city, and Lucinda had been asked by Lily’s parents to show her around and keep her out of trouble. At first Lucinda was prepared to do the bare minimum, expecting the usual simpering, boy-crazy, fashionista whom most acquaintances from her old town had raised. Instead, she got Lily. Beautiful—long, dark hair pulled up and back, honey-coloured eyes that sparkled with curiosity and intelligence, and a wit, sometimes biting, sometimes soft, but always quick. She had caught Lucinda quite off guard. They spoke of arts and science, of politics and history. They toured museums, went to lectures, and lunched often at Lucinda’s home in an up and coming neighbourhood. Today was lunch, and Lily had just finished …

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Myra stood looking down at the body. The blonde girl was sprawled naked on the bed. It could have been erotic if it wasn’t for the glassy, empty look in her eyes. Myra guessed that she was young, in her late-twenties at most. She saw the clothes folded on the chair. They were office gear rather than party wear or escort clothes. She looked for a handbag or mobile but couldn’t see either anywhere in the room. “What a waste,” she muttered to herself. “Detective Sergeant Harris, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She turned and smiled at the forensic scientist who had just entered the room. Despite being gowned and masked, Dr Kate Monroe was easily recognisable with her mane of red hair. “Hello, Kate. I got back off holiday last night.” She …

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My husband gingerly picked up the small book, as if he feared touching it might contaminate him. Sitting to the side of his desk, I looked from the book’s obscene cover to Jacob’s face, wondering if I would discern more than blatant disgust in his eyes. He wasn’t always so proper, I reminded myself. Before we were married, he was quite persuasive in convincing me to try all sorts of filthy acts, both in bed and out.  But now, Jacob was the pastor of a church, and I played my role as his prim, dutiful wife.  Sitting before the desk in Jacob’s private office was a couple in their early twenties. At that moment, John appeared livid, his cheeks flushed and his jaw clenched. Beside him was his wife, Rue, who looked as though she …

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Mary had had enough! Her sixth grader Brendan and his little sister Sophie had been fighting almost all morning. Her nerves were already alert with anxiety and the bickering was making her head pound. “Brendan, you get it for an hour, Sophie the hour after that. When you’re done, it is mine for the rest of the day.” As her offspring began to protest. she held the tablet aloft as if they needed to jump for it. “Or I just put it away until Monday,” she said with more anger than she liked to use. The two children slumped and nodded in agreement. Mary handed the tablet to Brendan after setting a one-hour timer. Sophie humphed on the sofa with her Squishmallow bear. With a sigh, Mary turned back to the laundry she had been …

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Arriving fifteen minutes early was a small triumph. At five months pregnant, every small accomplishment felt monumental—getting dressed, putting on socks, and attempting to move with grace when my body felt anything but graceful. Still, I’d made it, and that small victory felt like a win for the day. Besides, Emily, my masseuse, wouldn’t have minded if I arrived late. She didn’t mind. That understanding was one of the reasons I enjoyed coming here. Pregnancy had brought about unexpected changes, some of which were wonderful, while others were difficult to accept. The increase in my bust size had been enjoyable for both my husband and me, but the excitement quickly faded as the sensitivity turned into unbearable pain. At times, I felt as if my body no longer belonged to just me, but to both …

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