Trafficked love ch. 8

Chapter Eight: Lessons Learned The Hard Way Angel, Rich, and Emily sat silently in the truck, outside of the motel. Emily was looking out the back passenger window at the fairly vacant motel. No doubt[…]

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My first

My First My name is David; I grew up in a pretty stable home with my sister Mary. My parents weren’t rich but they tried to give my sister and me many of the things[…]

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Minx's choice

My pet’s car pulls up to my drive way. I see her exit the car in an almost jilted way. I am guessing this stems from the uncertainty that today brings. I withheld all the[…]

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The dream

She slipped into my room so quietly I thought she was a dream. Her daphenous gown billowing in a subtle breeze like some scene from a movie. She smiled as she crossed the room with[…]

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Learning to be a slut

Learning to be a slut: "We expect your complete surrender and submission. You have agreed to become a sex slave and you remain one until we release you. For the duration of your time here[…]

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A long night

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[…]

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Horny in the 60s

Back in the early 60s I was a horny teen and always trying to see my female cousins nude or at least check them out at my grandparents when visiting for the summer. They slept[…]

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Dad with daughter

This story is absolutly untrue. All characters are fictional She woke up in the morning, feeling hornier than she usually did — a testament to the changes which had been taking place in her body[…]

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Roo-roo

Two men were captured in the bush by cannibals and taken captive. They were brought before the tribal chief, who informed them both that they would be killed. He advised the men that they had[…]

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Friday

FRIDAY: Kids. … Walking toward the house; reflecting. …, I think back to the phone call I received two hours ago from Jimmy. Jimmy is my nephew. It seems Jimmy is at a party which[…]

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