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He is such a fine example of the male species. Dark hair, gorgeous ass, and eyes that you could just fall into. I can't seem to think of a single man that I have ever wanted that I have not gotten, but this one might be a challenge. Most men are so easy to get, I just walk up to them, slap on a little charm, and they are like drooling jelly in my palm. I have had so much fun with them!!! But this one is different. He knows my game, and he plays back. It's like he knows exactly...

The Sex Pot (A Poker Game Story) By Randy MacAnus © 2019 All Rights Reserved By The Author If you would like to see the story continue, you can email me with your opinions and suggestions at: [email protected] This is fantasy. I try to make my stories seem at least plausible, but none of this is taken from real events. I should be so lucky. If you have ideas about directions you might like the story to take, by all means include them. I have additional chapters outlined, but am open to modifying, if I get interesting feedback. Chapter 2 When...

Back downstairs Sam put some music on the stereo in the living-room and told me to dance for him. He sat on the couch with his legs spread and his hands in his crotch as I stumbled around, trying to dance. It wasn’t easy in the spike-heels, on carpeting and several times I almost lost my balance and fell. Each time I about tripped, my step-brother’s grin would turn-up just a bit. Every so often he’d tell me to do something like, “Rub your titties and show me what a whore you are,” or, “Turn around and bend over, so I...

5----------Lunch Finally, it was lunch time. No students were scheduled to be in her room during lunch. Typically, a few would eat their lunch and then wander into her room to do homework. Laura could only hope for a typical lunch period, but so far typical was not a word that she would use for this day. She was relieved when at the beginning of the period she found herself all alone in her room. She set her sandwich on the podium tray and noticed the timer. The period timer showed 00:23:55 and counting down and the timer for her footpad...

This is just a short story. I wrote it and it is significantly toned down from my usual as I was going to post it on another site that didn't allow some genres, but even in a dream they wouldn't allow it. I should probably go back and enhance it, but enjoy this version for now. He comes to me most mornings. In that time, just before full awakening when the mists of sleep and the fog of dreams pervade and control my mind. He owns my soul in these dreams. He controls my very existence. I wouldn’t have it any...

This is the sequel to the first part with the same title. To fully understand the story, I encourage you to go back and read the brief part 1 of this story. Also, here are a few pics of the slut who is the inspiration of the story; http://imgur.com/a/Brjjl -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joe had left Sara a memo letting her now what she is supposed to wear the next day to work. Sara left to work feeling extremely nervous and self conscious. She was wearing a very short and skimpy black dress that barely covered her legs and showed ample cleavage. He ordered...

As part of my job I have to travel to head office in London once a month. It’s a completely pointless journey but keeps the bosses happy and gives me an opportunity to watch my progammes on Netflix on the train down from Newcastle. I’ve got into a nice routine where I catch the train after work, be in London by 8 and walk over the road to my hotel in time for a meal and a couple of beers. I’ve been doing it for so long now I know all the staff and it’s like going to my second home...

I am alone and helpless, on my way home from softball practice late one night. I hear foot steps following me, but when I turn there is nothing there. Scared I start moving faster. Still hearing footsteps I take a shortcut, going down a side street. This side street has no street lights, it is very dark. I can hear the footsteps get closer. I am so scared. I start running. I feel as though there is someone following me. I feel as though they are becoming closer to me. I am so scared, and with it being so dark I...

The intruder By: Patrick Augello It's Wednesday. The worst day of the week. Also known as the day where I make the twenty minute drive with my step mother, Lisa, up to Dr. Levinowitz's office to discuss my problems. After the incident, my injuries, along with the medical bills and stress, wrenched my family apart. My biological mother committed suicide after seeing her precious daughter's mangled face. Well, mangled body really. She couldn't handle the emotional pain, so she took it upon herself to drink half a bottle of bleach followed by a handle of vodka. Lisa is a great woman...

Becoming Omega, Part 1 She stood before a mirror in a hotel lobby, her heart fluttering, her breath short. Soon, everything would be different. She would be different. She had no idea. But even then, there, she knew she was changing. Sure, she’d always been a slut. She’d even always been a touch submissive. She loved fucking, of course. But that was just it: she loved fucking, and so she got fucked. She didn’t yet love that people loved fucking her. The fact that she was making others happy didn’t quite register. Not until that day. She’d been invited here by...