Patricia

As I drove the dark lonely road home from a business trip, I decided to call my wife to let her know I'd be arriving home by 1 AM, in two hours or so. My[…]

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The spanking

As always: The characters here belong to Vyper269… Don't be a douche! Don't steal the writings of others and claim them as your own. We've lost one of our most brilliant writers to these assholes![…]

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Kalla: ch. 4

Chapter 4 Three thumping knocks sounded through the door. Dakota showed little shame. From the front room, even through the thick hardwood door, her muffled screams of pleasure would have been heard by the sentries.[…]

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His x

“Evening, Slut.” The word causes an uncontrollable stirring, as she feels excitement & anticipation begin to seep slowly from her aching body. She bows her head subserviently as she allows his strong arms to pull[…]

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Work fun

Ever since she'd been working for Mr. M, all of six weeks now, she couldn't help thinking about him in the most lascivious ways. And even though he was probably 15 or 20 years her[…]

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Me and sue

Me and Sue As you may recall if you have read my other accounts, my older sister is hot and has been a really big influence on my sexual identity since loosing my virginity to[…]

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Newly submissive

When Kasey woke up her boyfriend was playing video games, not really noticing her so she got up and went to get dressed in her for him that she was ordered to wear every day[…]

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Mordie pt1

In a small town, in the middle of nowhere, lived an unknown man called Mordie. For years Mordie spent his days in his house thinking of the perfect woman for him. You see Mordie is[…]

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My neighbors

“Hi Robbie!” Victoria Fletcher called, as I rounded the fence that separated our front yards. “Hello Vikki,” I replied sleepily. I’d only been up for a few hours because it was summer time, and I[…]

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My dream of you

I find myself swimming through a mist-filled lake really remembering how I got there, to this place of magic and streamers of moss and old branches, writing the stories of their once beautiful blooming flowers[…]

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