My name is Beth. I am an eight-teen year old red head. I have green eyes and pale milky skin. I am your typical Irish girl I guess. My tits are rather small, but a very good shape I believe. I know boys like big breasts, but I tell myself I am better to have little round ones than big saggy bags. At least my back agrees with me. To make up for my small tits...
(Author's Note: These stories originally began as a creation for My girl, I love her with all My heart, I dedicate these works to her.) beth woke up to the soft caresses of her Master's fingertips brushing through her hair, and the gentle caress of His breath as He woke her, whispering to her "Wake up Mine, let's go get something to eat" she shook her head...
Brandon could hear the steady drip from the faucet in the next room. Drip. Drip. Drip. He found the sound strangely soothing. Like a metronome, it provided him with a beat. With a beat. It was a constant. It was reliable. Like a pulse. Letting his eyes drift to the walls around him, he didn't need to come to any realization that he had no idea where he...
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"Damn, she's hot," he grinned as he flipped the channels of their TV. Aimee walked into the room to glance at the girl Paul was eyeing. "You think Jewel is hot?" she snickered. "Well, yah," Paul nodded. Aimee stared at the woman dancing across the screen in vivid technicolor. "She's got great tits, I'll give you that." Paul nodded, his tongue hanging dow...
"Touch me, slut." He stares hard into my eyes as he commands of me his pleasure. I hurry to oblige him. "Yes," I moan, as I take his hard dick into my hand. In a flash, he has my throat. "Yes, what?" he demands. "Yes, Master," I whisper, "I'm sorry master." After a brief hesitation, his nod signals that he accepts my apology. At least for now. I start...
The first of my friends to get married, Russell, did so when I was a senior in college, and he married a wonderful girl, Vickie, from a small town in North Carolina, where the wedding was. Vickie told me before the wedding that she was setting the stage for me and her former roommate and good friend to have a good time. She thought we'd be perfect, and even...
My family history is a bit complex. My father got a girl pregnant when they were both in college. They got married, and soon after, their daughter Jayne was born. I don't know much about dad's first marriage, only that he had an affair with another woman when Jayne was about ten. This girl became pregnant, too. The result of that pregnancy was - me. When...
Copyright 2007 Duelduet all publication rights reserved. All characters are over the age of 18. * The picnic has been fun and I watch you putting away the left over food, gathering the paper plates and generally cleaning up the table. You're wearing that gauze dress I like so much. You know. The filmy thing that seems like it has so many layers to it. A...
Firmly planted in front of the computer, naked, legs spread apart and bound to the bottom of the chair, Maeve waited. She'd been here for almost two hours now, just sitting here, waiting for Teagan to come online with further instructions. The seat was damp beneath her, her wetness slick between her legs. The utter control she let him have a complete addicti...