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The Wrong Number_(1)

“Could I possibly be more irritated?” I thought to myself as I thumbed through a stack of porno magazines. I had to get out of this foul mood, and I hoped an erotic story or two would help. I was ready to give up when my cell phone rang. I answered and was caught off guard by the deep young voice on the other end. “Is Annie there he asked. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you have the wrong number.” I said in my sexiest voice, hoping it would get his attention. “This isn’t Annie’s number? 619-555-6969?” he asked. That was the number he had dialed, but it didn’t belong to Annie. I explained to him that I had just recently gotten the number. He apologized, “I’m sorry for bothering you. Thanks.” And before he …

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Claire and the Clay Cuffs

“Time’s up, ladies and gentlemen. Pencils down.” Claire sighed, finally relaxing out of the position she’d been in all class, drawing a pale blue soft robe around her as the art class around her began murmuring quietly. She looked away from the drawings they’d done of her; she’d learned to never look at work people modeled after her. It made her feel weird to see the way they had drawn her. Everyone had a different drawing style. Goosebumps rose on her bare thighs and she rubbed her hands up her biceps. Why would they keep an art room so cold, when they know that there would be nude models? “You can turn in your work at my desk,” the teacher was saying. Claire began gathering up her things, stepping behind the screen to pull her …

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THIRTY-ONE DAYS…PART 3 [chapters 12-14]

CHAPTER TWELVE The chemical crashed hard against me. My knees completely buckled, I fell back hitting the bed with my bare ass. The blood had left my extremities and was charging towards my skull and cock. My head pounded. I could see my cock throbbing. I was flat on my back, not a clue as to how I got here. The tipped up lighting slashed off the mirrors and blinded me. I felt my stomping boots being pulled from my feet. Then my leather pants were taken off. Surrender was coming for me. I could barely see. I blinked to try and clear my eyes. The room was bright, the lights buzzing on overload power. I felt I might sunburn in here, it was so hot. I looked through squinted eyes. Stevie had a large …

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Jessica’s Christmas Feast

Jessica sat at the kitchen table bits of girl bacon left over from breakfast dribbling from her mouth, not sure if she had heard her mother correctly over the clang on the oven door being slammed shut with Lina inside to begin her cooking, had her mother just said what she thought she said?, “What did you tell her?” Jessica asked already knowing the answer before her mother could tell her. “I told her since they were giving us their only daughter to roast for thanks giving its only fair that we give them ours to roast for Christmas” came the reply Jessica feared, she had heard her mother correctly, turning to leave the kitchen her mother went into the living room leaving Jessica at the table with new thoughts of escape and survival. Jessica …

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Being owned – Part 4

Moodily I stared out of the window. It was pouring down. No nice warm summer rain but fat cold drops. Today was the third day of this and the temperature had dropped noticeably. On the first day I had tried to go out nonetheless but since I did not really enjoy it I had stayed in the bungalow since. He had not been here either. My period had started one day before the rain. Since then I had been on my own. With a sigh I moved away from the window. The panties were uncomfortable, too. No wonder, dogs had a different anatomy. If I had to stay here another day without distraction I felt I would go crazy. The books and the TV only annoyed me at the moment. My gaze fell on the …

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Learning a Few Lessons – Chapter 2_(1)

Dallas had instructed me to meet him in his office later that night. He was seemingly nonchalant about the whole ordeal, but it made me feel altogether queasy and nervous. I’d never done something so daring as this, not even defacing that classroom. I didn’t even know this man, and here I was giving myself over to him. For all I knew, the next time I was in zip-ties he could murder me and rid of my body. No one would ever know. And certainly no one back home would ever suspect me to be the kind of girl to get involved in such promiscuous activity. Either way, I faced my current predicament with a higher level of giddy excitement than nail-biting anxiety. I returned to my dorm after classes had concluded, making my way …

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Tinder for Teacher 3

After school I wait outside on the bench for everyone to leave so I can go home with Mr. Jacobsen. My pussy is still begging for attention. And all I can think about is getting pounded by him. While I waited, my best friend plopped down next to me. “You’ve been AWOL since like the first day of school. Where HAVE you been?” She demands. “Well hello to you too Mandy! I’m great! How are you?” “Stop with the sarcasm. I heard from Dylan that you and him… at lunch… is this true?” She asks while wiggling her eyebrows. “Did he tell anyone else?” “No. So it is true!” “Maybe… but he isn’t the only one.” “You slut! Fess up!” “I can’t. That is information I can’t share. Even with you.” “So this is who …

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Upskirt Photography Can Be Fun

Those of you who live in the UK, or any of those places with real seasons, will know that one of the best things about the end of winter and the warm weather starting is the opportunity to shed the winter woollies and get out the summery stuff. If, like me, you’re a bit of an exhibitionist who likes to tease, there aren’t many opportunities to expose your bits when you’re wrapped up against the wind and the rain. In spring 2012 we had a few nice days in March, and I’d dug my spring frocks out of the back of the wardrobe. But then at the beginning of April the Government announced that we were in a period of drought, and introduced a hosepipe ban. As if on cue, it started raining almost straight …

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Sex with Myself. Literally. Part 1

Part 1 “This is weird,” I said, staring in the face that could’ve been my own reflection. I blinked, just to be sure. The other set of eyes didn’t blink back. “Tell me about it,” future me replied. “I can’t decide which experience is weirder; doing this for the first time or doing it again from the other perspective.” I knew it’d been ridiculous to blow my entire paycheck on a black-market time-jump, especially considering unauthorized time travel was a level 2 offense, punishable by up to 20 years. Even a small jump like this (which only allowed you to go about a week maximum into the future or past and which pulled you back automatically after about 6 hours) was a serious offense. Loads of people had gotten into real trouble, not just with …

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Experiments with JoJo

Knocking on the rusted metal door of the run down brick building, the petite blonde coed had an uneasy foreboding that this was a mistake. The numbers on the battered steel awning matched the address she was given, but this didn’t have the look of a university lab building. Glancing nervously at the rough-looking neighborhood, she regretted her choice of clothing. Waffling between a traditional appearance of veterinary scrubs or an alluring short blue skirt displaying plenty of tanned upper thigh, she had settled on the sexy look, desperate to make a good impression on the job interview. This had garnered plenty of lustful stares from some unsavory characters on the bus ride over here, and more lingering glances and suggestive comments as she walked from the bus stop to her destination. Self-consciously she tugged …

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Me First

Me first. Privilege of experience, I get to tell my story first. My version goes first, my side, which of course, is the correct story. In all fairness, will let Gregg try and tell his side after I am done. Just keep it in mind though that there are many inconsistencies when you consider youth. Which brings us to the story. Always considered myself sexual, just did not necessarily act on my feelings though and as time passed my sense of urgency in missing my needs escalated. Thankfully that time did pass otherwise Gregg would have still been in diapers if I had not held back. But I did. Really do not find it necessary to expose my true age, but will divulge that I am closer to forty than I am to thirty. Just …

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An unexpected seduction

Amy felt ridiculous as she knocked on the door of the apartment right across the hall from her. She was wearing – or rather, forced to wear – an outfit that had less actual material to it than slips of strings and crisscrossing ribbons. The black fuck-me shoes had higher heels than anything she was used to, and she kept feeling as if she was about to topple over. The thigh-high, lacy edged stockings threatened to slip off her slim legs, and she pulled them up hurriedly as she heard footsteps nearing the door on the other side. She struck what she hoped to be a sexy pose, pouted her glossed-up lips, and waited. Her head was screaming at her to bolt when she hear the chain slicking back, and the key turning in the …

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The Workshop

Lori decided that today was gonna be the day. She had done everything else she could think of to get her new neighbor’s attention, so she decided to go the direct route. She had baked a batch of her famous spice cookies and all was set to deliver him some. She checked her look in the mirror again and felt decidedly naughty. She had on her new gold lame’ bikini which popped against her satiny tanned skin, and a pair of strappy heels. Light makeup with her long, wavy, chestnut hair hanging loosely to her waist completed the look. At 42 she was still in her prime: long and lean with curves in all the right places. Lori was a very sexy woman. As usual, the object of her attention was out in his workshop. …

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Empathic Echoes, Ch.1

“I know what you are,” said a voice. Sienna glanced up from her phone looking to see who had spoken. It was some guy, mid-twenties, long dark hair, unkempt. He was sitting at a nearby table watching her, his feet propped up on an extra chair. He had this ineffable kind of sleezy charm that she couldn’t quite describe. He definitely stood out. He was wearing a tight black band t-shirt, black jeans and combat boots. It was July. Who wears combat boots in the middle of the summer? “…what?” Sienna responded, looking around the coffee shop for anyone else he might be talking to. But aside from this new guy, it was just as empty as when she had arrived. Old man reading the paper in the far corner, a couple of employees shuffling …

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Milestone, day 3_(1)

For the second day in a row I woke up with having to gain my consciousness while attempting to clear my vision through the fog from a bit of too much imbibing. Thought for a second that maybe I was falling into the clutches of alcoholism, and then shook that idea off rationalizing that yesterday was my birthday, I deserved it. The thought of an unexpected consequence from my self-induced birthday present just flew through my mind, wondered for a second if there was a doctor who could prescribe a dose of morning after pill around. But after the initial fog dissipated, I felt good…a touch of my slightly swollen labia brought a satisfying smile to my face. Maybe I could save my son from having to satisfy my urges…as long as other…err, targets are …

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My Boyfriend’s Submissive Brother

It started with an ad. “Dominant mistress seeking submissive slave to dominate and train over text.” Or something of that nature… I had posted it online, in a ‘personals’ section of a sexual website. I also posted my number, and got many replies. Being picky, I only used one or two until him. Adam. I got a text almost a month after I had posted the ad. I was laying in bed, exhausted from a day of heavy housework. I had planned on a shower, but as soon as I was undressed, I received the message. “Hello, my name is Adam. I saw your ad online, you were saying you were seeking a sub? I’m not the most attractive, but I make up for it with eagerness and a willingness to do anything to please …

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Mistaken Display

Jessica woke up this morning to the sound of her mother calling her from the kitchen, “Jessy, Jessy dear come on down here” She called, forcing Jessica from a wonderful dream, she slumped out of bed gave nude body a quick look in the full length mirror, looking in the mirror her hand went down to her pussy where she felt the meat tag pierced thought her clit that identified her as available, usable, snuff able meat, every young girl age 18 – 20 was required to display such a tag until their 20th birthday when they were redeemed to human status and no longer required to submit to the sexual advances of every man or woman of age around them and were finally allowed to remove the tag. Jessica who had only just turned …

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Kelly’s Awakening – Part Four (final)

Kelly’s Awakening – Part Four Once again, as with the previous parts, I’d recommend reading the first few stories so that this one makes more sense to you! For those of you that just want to read one story, or if you’re returning to this series, here’s a quick recap from the last story. Enjoy! [After seven months Jennifer, Kelly’s girlfriend, had ended their relationship because she suspected that Kelly desired her sisters, Amy and Bianca, after seeing her with them at a diner. This wasn’t the case however; they had simply met by chance while Kelly, and her best friend, Ariel had been walking through the town. It was here that they were invited out to celebrate Bianca’s 19th birthday. When Jennifer ended their relationship (over the phone) she revealed that, after seeing Kelly …

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Sandra is Different Pt. 7

It was Sunday and an opportunity to sleep late but that was only after I woke at dawn and used the magic wand on myself. It was Isla that woke me with a phone call. She’d had a call from Master Thomas asking if we were available on Wednesday afternoon again. She’s said that we both were without even asking me. After I’d quickly thanked her she went on to explain that Master Thomas had told her that he only wanted one of us to go to the Gentlemen’s Club and the other to go to a posh hotel in town. When she’d asked why he’d explained that a distinguished gentleman had asked for an unconscious girl for him to fuck. “So you’re going to the hotel and I’m going to get my butt spanked …

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Deception

“RING” Jessica picked up the phone, Jessica was surprised to find it was Stacey on the other end of the call; Jessica hadn’t spoken to Stacey in over two years since they had that big fight over Jason the most popular guy in school at the time. Their conversation went something like this. “Hi, Jess” “Stacey?, What do you want?” “Oh come on Jess hold the hostility, put the past behind us” “Ok, but what do you want?, even when we were friends you never called unless you wanted something” “Your right!, I called because I miss my friend, I want you to come over tonight so we can hang out like we use to” “I would like that, what time?” “Around 4pm that way we can play and you can stay for dinner” “Dinner?” …

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