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| Posted: 08 Aug 2013 08:54 AM PDT "Please. Please! I really am sorry and I'll do anything, anything at all . . . please." The last word was said in a very small, almost defeated voice. We had been friends of sorts for a while. She was in her twenties and I was somewhat older. I had met her online and we had fooled around a little. I had dominated her long distance via email, text and phone, and on skype once or twice. As |
| Posted: 08 Aug 2013 05:33 AM PDT I scrolled down the pictures of men's underwear filling the screen, trying to locate the Calvin Klein boxer briefs Jake prefers. If I bought him the wrong ones, he'd wear them once and then that would be it. He'd say they were uncomfortable or they chaffed at his thighs or they rode up into his arse-crack or some such thing. Then they'd be pushed to the back of his underwear drawer never |
| Posted: 08 Aug 2013 05:13 AM PDT He liked to believe he wasn't violent, but the moment she started with those snarky comments his anger spiked. She used that mouth and tongue of hers like a weapon designed specifically to get a rise out of him, perfectly orchestrated to bring the beast to the surface. Usually he could resist, deny her the satisfaction of knowing she got him right where she wanted him. Tonight he wasn't |
| Posted: 08 Aug 2013 04:22 AM PDT When the door opened, a gentle breeze of air washed across her exposed skin. Bent over, as she was, her blindfold increased her other senses dramatically, and the echo of the high heels across the wooden floor echoed in her mind's eye. The footsteps were deliberate, slowly paced, and even though Sarah knew it was pointless struggling in her bondage, she did all she could to move away. All |
| Posted: 08 Aug 2013 04:05 AM PDT Corey can't keep his eyes off of Samantha's hot naked body. Her C-Cup plump boobs sitting seductively on her chest, nipples already slightly hard from being turned on by the turn of events. Before she'd sat down, everyone caught a glance at her perfectly shaved pussy. Corey can't help but wish she'd move her hands from her lap so he could look at it some more. Lucy had seen her best |
| Posted: 08 Aug 2013 03:50 AM PDT One of the safest and least stressed environments in existence is the life inside a convent devoted to pursuits other than the mundane needs of a modern society. This was a fact that often relaxed the sometimes tense Susan Flanagan into contemplative introspection. Sister Sue was not what one would call "Beautiful". In fact, a casual observer would be hard-pressed to describe her |
| Posted: 08 Aug 2013 02:04 AM PDT Could I be your man Come to you and take your hand And be that man Truly I must let you know That I'm in love with you All I want is you How I need you So please Could I be your man Maybe I could ease your pain If you'd just let me Say the words you long to whisper That you want to hear Something's on your mind It's all hidden in that naughty smile Could I be your man |
| The Cricket Chronicles - The Beginning Posted: 08 Aug 2013 02:03 AM PDT Let me just start by letting you know that I have been in the 'Swingers Lifestyle' for many years. During this time, I have been with, and experienced, too many sexual experiences to count. But this story isn't about me. It is about later in my life. My partner, my best friend, my lover, and the greatest sexual equal I have ever known; Cricket. We met many years ago at the skating rink, |
| Posted: 08 Aug 2013 01:46 AM PDT I listen to the house, nothing I might as well face it, he's gone No more will I see his launching blue eyes Or his white hair shining When the light hits it No more of his smiling face I cry because I adore him I walked outside and gasped at The man across the street It was him No - a total stranger My world torn apart Nothing left I looked down and saw |
| A Stranger In My House, Chapter 3 Posted: 08 Aug 2013 01:29 AM PDT Steve had been home for a couple of weeks and had been mending slowly. He still had to be in the wheelchair (which by now was getting a bit bothersome for him) but he was accepting of it for the most part. Steve was still struggling with his memory - things still hadn't started coming back to him much and he asked questions all the time. It was the strangest feeling to walk up to someone |
| Posted: 07 Aug 2013 11:53 PM PDT I pull into the driveway and sit, staring at my hands gripping the steering wheel. My eyes flick up to my reflection in the rear view mirror and for a half second I want to just throw the car in reverse and bail on this whole trip - forget about the long drive - quick before you realize I'm.here. And just like that it's too late to back out. Like you can read my mind you're there at the |
| Posted: 07 Aug 2013 11:38 PM PDT "Come on, Katie. Give in to your desires. You've gone this far. You're almost there. You're so close to your goals and dreams of being treated like a lady. Accept it. Embrace it. Give in and complete your journey. Tell me what you want." Todd and I had been friends for years and even co-workers at one point in our respective careers. It had been almost ten years since I'd seen him and it |
| Posted: 07 Aug 2013 09:07 PM PDT I was only nineteen and my world was over! One little clerical error and I was no longer eligible for the student loan I needed to get me through my next semester. I didn't even have family that could help me. My mother was a waitress living paycheck to paycheck, and my father died when I was six. I had been in a daze of disbelief when I left the college's office, where Mrs. Banks had |
| Posted: 07 Aug 2013 06:36 PM PDT My parents are going out of town for the weekend for their anniversary and I've got the house all to myself. They've allowed Bailey (my best friend) to sleep over. They hate when they leave me all alone, which they do so often, so Bailey spends a lot of time here. The thing about my best friend is that I'm in love with her. I know, without a doubt, she's the girl I want to be with. She |
| Firehouse Cock Sucker and Cuckold Posted: 07 Aug 2013 06:03 PM PDT My wife Megan and I were born and raised in the Atlanta area, and got our degrees from the University of Georgia. We got married right after graduation and moved to Baltimore for my civil engineering job and Megan got a job in finance there. By the time we were 32 years old, we had two children, and my company promoted me to a management position back in the Atlanta area. Megan was able to |
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