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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 “I didn’t hurt your arm, did I?” Linda asked, slightly worried over her dominating behavior, yet feeling like she just wanted to mount the other woman right then and grind her ass into the woman’s face. Smiling slightly, Carrie shook her head, finally regaining her balance. “No,” she said, reaching down to pull her pants up, “Sometimes, it’s good to be dominated.” Face flushed, Linda’s mind reeled at the possibilities, and watched her boss’s petite, seductive ass as the older woman started to pull her pants up, bending over as she did. Linda stared at her tight, brown sphincter, licking her lips as a thought occurred to her. “Come home with me,” Linda blurted, “Tonight.” Surprised, Carrie looked over her shoulder at the blonde,…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 In Part 2… The morning after their first night together, despite a couple of hiccups, Jim and Simone eventually manage to share their true feelings with each other, before spending much of the day giving physical expression to their newly declared feelings. And despite Simone’s reluctance, plans are made for Jim to reconnoiter a local lumber yard for supplies. *** It’s the End of the World as Jim Knows it. Part 3 – “No guts, no glory.” *** *Did you sleep OK? What do you think? *Yeah… me too… Look, Jim… I… I… Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. It’s alright Dani, I just… I haven’t thought about a lot of these things in a long time. Sometimes…… sometimes I wish I could…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I finally got Sheila to eat me out, but it took some doing. First of all, there were two more visits where she came to ask me to eat her, and then she would split. I demanded explanations, but she would only say that she couldn’t do That. After becoming more of a pest than I wanted to be, I finally got to the root of the matter, and I might of known that it had to do with an attitude that she’d copped about homosexuality. See, she wasn’t queer as long as she didn’t eat pussy, or even suck tits. But kissing and getting eaten out was okay. Good grief! The way people get through the day. I got plenty irritated when talking…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Wings spread, air flowing through my feathers, I lifted my head and peered around at the clouds I was soaring through, awestruck by their beauty. Hearing harmonic singing to my right, I — BZZZT!BZZZT!BZZZT! Not again, April thought, These dreams always mess up the rest of my day. With a frustrated sigh, she slammed her hand down on the dismiss button on her clock, and stretched. Her chest strained against the form-fitting blouse she fell asleep in, and upon stretching her legs, she discovered a rip in the expensive skirt she wore last night. Darn skirts never last, she thought with disdain. Thinking back to her dreams, she suddenly grew confused, because this time the details of her dream were crystal clear, which was…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Author’s Note: this story is a sequel to “Pasiphae” and derived from the Greek myth of the Labyrinth and the Minotaur. “How unfair,” I said, “that a princess of Crete should be less free than the lowliest slave.” I was chin-deep in my bath as I said this, the oiled and scented water laving my skin like a caress. Had my servant not been in the other room readying my garments for the feast that night, no doubt she would have laughed. Many a slave would have been glad to take my place. Life in the palace, with fine clothes and jewels and luxuries, was a fate that even freeborn women would have wished for. If it meant that I had no choice in…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This is a resubmission of a previous story I never finished. It’s been reworked slightly and is once again being worked on. Originally I only wrote three chapters, so far I’m now on chapter six! A little warning, this will contain a lot of fetish content from mind control, male domination, female domination, pegging, male on male, transformation, futanari, etc. If that sort of thing isn’t your cup of tea, you’ve been warned! ————————— Jack sighed as he made his way to college. At nineteen he felt he should have more of a handle of his life than he did. He was stuck taking classes he didn’t enjoy and working a job he hated to pay for those classes. He had barely any friends…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Because Adam hadn’t seriously hurt anyone and had been stealing from a corporation Dawson happened to despise, she didn’t give him up but did intend to question him on the matter, which could determine whether or not she fucked him again (or at least how hard). She left technician Tamara with a promise that she would look into the robber’s identity and also into the matter of Nuclear Winter. Tamara was willing to take any comfort she could find. She was formulating ideas when she emerged from the precinct building. The SINless crowd was still outside, as they had been for weeks prior, and likely would still be for weeks to come. The city council wasn’t fond of the demonstrations… They loved the cheap…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Emily Moore stood in front of the mirror of her dorm’s bathrooms fixing her hair and adjusting the lingerie set she was wearing that she put aside for special occasions. She blew the mirror one last kiss, slid her bathrobe over her shoulders and tied it round her waist before collecting up her washroom bag and heading for the door. She strode confidently down the corridor back to her dorm room, saying hi to a couple of her friends who were headed in the opposite direction on the way. Each room in the dorms slept two students each with 150 rooms total. There were three dorm blocks on campus with about 400 of those beds currently in use. As the school is quite small…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… I love water. Always have, always…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 “Charlie? Hi!” Emmy had just come back from a morning meeting to find a message. “Emmy. I’m glad you could get back to me. I know you know this, but the last of your sessions finished yesterday and I’m calling to check in to see if you have any feedback. Is this a good time?” Emmy glanced at her calendar, not seeing anything for another hour. Did she want to give feedback? What kind of feedback? To Charlie? The receptionist? She could only imagine ludicrous answers to her questions: “Oh, I really enjoyed feeling Yogi Jacob’s thick hot cock fucking me.” Or “Satisfied? More than satisfied. The only thing I would have enjoyed more is feeling his hot cum down my throat! Doesn’t he…