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I’m not a violent person but I want to kill that bitch. Look at her fawning over those boys at the table; all bashful smiles and girly giggles as she playfully brushes that mane of perfect dirty blonde away from those freckly pixie features and smoky, bed-me eyes. Fucking hate her. Lucy’s worked here a year longer than me. Knows the regulars better. Gets the best tips that she provocatively tucks away in her bra. Which today is under the tiniest white crop blouse imaginable. It only has two buttons, accenting her flawless belly and matching micro skirt that’s probably illegal in thirty states. She’s finished off her outfit for the holiday season with that Santa hat. Plays it up, all lash-flutters and jingles every time she tosses her hair back and produces her pad …

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I’m Cadey, I just started my senior year of high school and recently turned seventeen. I have blonde hair and am 5’3’’ and 105 pounds with C-cup breasts. After I was live-streamed masturbating for my school football team when I was sixteen years old, I was given the nickname Flappy, due to my big stretched-out flappy pussy lips. Recap – Part three of the Flappy series ended with me naked on all fours on the kitchen floor during a high school party at Claudia’s house. The football team cheered loudly as three cheerleaders fucked me very hard with a thick twelve-inch dark purple eggplant and my pussy squirted across the floor. Before having my pussy stuffed and fucked by the large vegetable I endured the humiliation of butt-chugging beer with a funnel up my exposed …

Flappy – Part IV: Teenage Lesbian Cheerleaders Read More »

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 …

Queen Sarah: Chapter 2 Read More »

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 …

The Coach – Part 3/6 – The Shower Read More »

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 …

The Dragon, The Bunny, And The Biker Chick Read More »

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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