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Chapter 5
I was up early in the morning to have my workout, meanwhile Tushar was still asleep with her legs stretched following the beating he experienced last night. I went close to him to check her ass and balls, his ass had red line all over it while his balls were quite swollen and...
Sorting out that Pedo Saville
It was back in October 2012 like. Al and me was sat in the bar at the Flying Horse supping a few bevvies, just after that story about pedos came out, "Fucking hell Johnno!" Al said, "That's that fucking Saville cunt."
"Fucking right," I agreed, "Fucking missed...
FOREWARD
This is a record of a fantasy, not an attempt to describe a real life dungeon, about which I know almost nothing.
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He opened the door at the bottom of the three steps for his companion and stood aside as she entered. She was beautiful and beautifully...
All the usual disclaimers. Over 18s only. This is imagination, not based on reality.
Surely Hell.
This is surely hell.
The bed is soft, but that is the only comfort, and for his benefit rather than mine. I roll a little to ease the pain on my arms, which...
Vignette #2
Marius placed the last goblet on his silver tray in front of the guest sitting next to Clelia, the wife of the commander of the military base. Marius was totally naked. He didn’t even have adornments like those of his companion female servers. Tonight this one displayed jewels...
It is lovely, isn’t it?
Yes, quite lovely. Danish? Some sort of Scandi design anyway. They’re so stylish, aren’t they? The Danes? Effortless, apparently. Something to do with Hygge, perhaps?
In the centre of the room. Knees apart. Arse: high. Sternum pressed onto the unyielding chairback...
Preface - His Perspective
My wife has always joked about making me her slave for a weekend. We had experimented in BDSM by introducing a little pain in the bedroom, but up until this point nothing serious. A couple weeks ago, she started pressing the issue and being more forceful...
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2012-09-13 17:42:12
CRAP STORY MADE 'WERSE' BY PORE SPELLING AND INGLISH!
anonymous readerReport
2012-09-13 17:34:14
The english language is not your strongest side or? Write stories in your mother language.
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Stian Elberd and I myself—Ragnhild Ascwin—are departing off for a hush-hush and not-communal picnic at some far away seaside and seashore. By hush-hush, I denote that it is going to be the two of us alone and not more than that. Yes. We are going to gobble batches and assortments of delicious...
A sequel to Pedo Cure
It's about (De) Bollocking Pedos basically, If you don't like the F word don't F'ing read it.
This is a work of fiction so any actions by any character are fictitious though perhaps regretable that such actions have not taken place and any...
It was in the year 1892 that a small group of indans were still doing their usual daily chores and becoming unaware that they were about to have some unexpected and unwelcome company,for without any warning,a band of rough-riding cowboys had strongly rode their horses into the indian village and...
As valkyrie was pulled out of the ventilation ducts she screamed with a terrible gut wrenching fear. She was going to die. They finished pulling and she landed on her ass, the tall bulking men standing in front of her, grinning at their triumph. "What should we do with her?" One man asked "we...
So last night was a lusterous night. I gave master a blowjob while he used my egg for edge play. Edge play, taking slave to the edge of orgasm, the outskirts of cum town, and then speeding back in the other direction avoid the explosion all together. After a good blow I was fastened and...
I feel like this great, endless mass of darkness here in this train is going to swallow and eat me up eventually. From corner to corner, it is all dark. The lights are really there and even burning bright and radiantly, but then they are far away and spaced widely, flickering with a faint, dim-...
PART 2
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The other day I tripped and fell down the stairs, only to wake up again in bed.
After a couple more painful experiments, I...
Re uploaded for grammar editing. Wrote it in a hurry one day and didn't check grammar before I posted.
“Hey!” I call out as I make my way up the stairs to your room, heavy boots clomping on the stairs. No reply, that’s strange, you usually come out to my car but today you didn’t...
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2013-12-13 07:29:37
wtf lol who gets turned on by this shit
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2012-02-12 10:59:52
kRqvYZ Hello! How do you feel about young composers?!...
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2008-04-03 04:05:09
This story is sick
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2007-05-13 23:18:03
Gross...
While getting coffee prepared for me and my wife I feel arms slip around me from behind. Julie had snuck up behind me and wanted a hug; I look down at the arms and recognize they are hers. No sleeves she had on the long sleeved purple night gown with the bratz logo on it. A nervous feeling crept...
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2014-01-31 00:25:36
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2013-11-19 00:40:25
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2013-07-13 18:12:47
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KRISTINA
“Tell me about this vision” Katya prompted, sitting back in her chair and eyeing Kristina thoughtfully. She was a striking young woman – if she were only a few years younger she would be taken for an art student – and her spiked hair was dyed as white as her fishnet stockings. She wore...