Just to be certain about it, there is no proof of there being a God, nor is there any proof that there isn't a God. No one knows one way or the other. Further, all of those books of the Old and New Testament with names given to them, no one knows who actually wrote any of them. Yes, there probably was an Isaiah and a Jeremiah, even a Paul, and Paul may have...
The Curse of The Ex-Girlfriend Motif: The Cure For Sinning In Threes (a.k.a. He Smiles and Breaks Hearts) It's strange the way you've shaped your hair into a semblance of a mohawk. I might call it a faux hawk, but really it's just a copy cat version of that singer from The Bravery. You look like him. You look like a young Elvis as you strut your stuff arou...
1. Golden (Blonde) Ticket I don't know when the shift occurred, but the nanny stopped acting as a passive target of my well-mannered lechery and instead started flirting shamelessly with me. I guessed maybe she escalated because she was frustrated with not getting the puppy dog reactions from me that she got from her various fans at gas stations, playground...
Kyle and I fell asleep on her couch and later moved to her bed. I slept like a baby. It was good. I woke up without alarm at about 9:30, which was making it tough to make it to Jessica's breakfast on time. I had to work fairly hard to wake Kyle up. She slept like a lead anvil. We kissed and caressed a little bit before we got up. It got me quite aroused. W...
Author's note: A number of readers commented after the first chapter that these two stories are a basic retelling of magmaman's two-part series "Working Girl," and it is, up to a point. I was impressed with the way he (or she) developed the main character into a figure of sympathy, and at the low-key tone of her narration. However, as good as those stories...
"Hey girls, miss me?" Taylor asked cheerily as she entered her room. Marissa and Summer groaned in reply through their ball gags, both exhausted from the constant high of pleasure they had been on since Taylor left a few hours ago thanks to the little vibrating buttons placed on their clits. Taylor smiled at the response from her two little toys as she clo...
For what felt like hours now Marissa had been hanging from her restraints, the stimulator on her clit and the sound of her best friend's orgasmic cries causing her pussy juice to flow like a river down her legs but it wasn't enough to make her cum and it drove her crazy. If there wasn't a ball gag in her mouth she would be begging Taylor to return, promisin...
Our three protagonists begin establishing their relationship together with other people. This chapter contains oral sex, anal sex, lesbian sex, multiple partner sex, orgasm denial, double penetrations, and spanking. No slaves were injured in this chapter. As with all chapters in this series, no one needs to be concerned with STD's. A Taste of Slavery, Ch 2...
© 2019, All rights reserved -- mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Are you ready, babe?" "Almost," Ann called out from the back of the house. She was standing in front of her dresser, picking out what jewelry to wear. "We're going to be late," Neil yelled back from his spot on the barstool in the kitchen. "No we're not. We're going to be early, like we always are."...
Thursday afternoon around four, I came in from feeding the cows to find the phone ringing. I picked it up and said, "Hello!" "Hello to you too, stranger," a female voice replied. The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't put a face with it. To stall for time, I said, "I get stranger every day or so I'm told." "You have no idea who this is, do you." "The...