My box (pt.6)

I tied up my robe and ran downstairs. I seen Marcus in his Porshe his iPhone lighting up his face. "Bop" I hit him right in his face. He loooked at me, "The fuck !".[…]

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The master's cabin

The Master's Cabin, Pt 1 My slave, you can see out the window from your place on the St Andrew's cross you're lashed tightly to. Your arms reaching upward, spread wide, legs parted wide, wrists[…]

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Five on her

**Finally finished another one of my stories…trying something a bit different this time..hope u like it…comments very appreciated! 🙂 RYAN! The experience I wanted to share is about my friend's wife Britney (not her real[…]

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The backing singers

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009 It had been a long, frustrating afternoon in the recording studio. Darya Jones was making her first solo album, and things were not going well. She had been a leading member[…]

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Gaining inspiration

You come out from the darker backstage area through a curtain, the stage lights is blinding and you start to wonder what you're doing here, you know that you trained hard for this, but the[…]

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Broken glass

There was a flash of lightning and a loud burst of thunder shortly after. Maci turned on the news; it was nothing to be worried about, just a small thunderstorm. She got up and turned[…]

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The gambler

I really hate amateurs. Especially amateurs with guns. If people can’t afford to lose, they shouldn’t play poker. Unfortunately, some people don’t get that. They seem to believe that anyone can gamble and make money.[…]

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