Prologue: The following is obviously a continuation of Sisterly Love Pt. 5, of which I recommend reading first as an introduction, or at least the least few paragraphs at a minimum. And as I mentioned in the prologue to Sisterly Love, this will be a long series by the time I finish documenting everything. So please bear with it. Thank you. As always, comme...
You men are all rapists. My husband really hurt me when I had sex the first time. I bled like a pig. You see, I had a lattice hymen. That's the one on the right in the illustration I took from the Internet. It hurt even worse than giving birth. He thrust and he thrust with a rod of iron. I screamed and screamed and the hotel manager came in. I froze. My vag...
Rob was happy to get the first lesson of the day over with. It was a mixed class of seniors and while he had a small coterie of female groupies, most of the 18 year old students found the the delights of the 19th century English novel to be decidedly uncool. The boys were particularly restive since their next period was to be their favourite with coach Colli...
I'd been dating Greg for a few months now. We were laying in bed one day after an afternoon of love-making. He was quietly playing with my boobs when I noticed he had something on his mind. "Did you ever see those pictures of Brad's girlfriend?" he asked me. Brad, (Greg's best friend) had taken a bunch of nude pictures of his girlfriend and shown them to...
To my surprise I received only one phone response to the advertisement in the newspaper. I returned the phone call and left a message but no reply. There was plenty of time I thought and stopped worrying about it almost immediately. The thought had no sooner left my mind and there was a knock on the door. Opening the door I was greeted by a very short and we...
It was a hot summer afternoon. I was sitting at my favorite bar sipping a drink on the patio when I looked up and noticed them. Three cute young girls were walking down the street headed my way. One of them had a camera. She was a hot blond that looked a lot like Paris Hilton. One of her friends was also blond with long hair in twin pony tails. The other had...
If you haven't already, I recommend you read part 1 first! For the next couple of days, I couldn't get Marie off my mind. I wondered if I would ever see her again. Every time I thought about our first encounter I got horny and I wanked myself off thinking about it more than once. About three days later a note was waiting for me when I got home: 'We would...
I was posted VERY strict instructions to follow on the run up to seeing my master:- - My master lives in a built up area and although I am on this occasion allowed to park behind his property, other houses overlook & people use this area as a cut through passage from the main road to the chip shop, so there is the high probability that I will have onlookers...
Money is always dear when you are a graduate student. Let's face it. The money you receive from ones scholarship only stretches so far and three months each year, mine dries up. I am forced to take a part-time job to keep solvent, which cuts into my research and lengthens the time until I can finally graduate into a real life. Each spring, I dread being forc...
6. London —— Harry stayed the night at Charley's, much to the media's delight, but managed to arrange a way to leave without being photographed the following morning thanks to a call put in by Harry's manager to the landlord. The burly man met them in the parking garage underneath the building and swiped the roller doors to allow Harry's security team to...