How a knockout eighteen year old becomes obsessed with older men of wealth and power, but especially a lust for men with enormous cocks. My name is Kacy. I am eighteen years old and am about to graduate from High School. Growing up I came from a broken home. Well, not a home but actually a run-down trailer park. My father, who I never met, ran off before I...
Note: I'd love any kinda feedback on this peice, so if you read it... remember to press that little comment button on the end - butterfly lies ----------------------------------------- I woke up to another grey day. The bed was uppealingly hard underneath me, and yet seemed to sag in all the wrong places. It smelled like pizza, making my mouth water. I th...
I arrived home to find a parcel sitting on the doorstep. It was addressed to me which I thought was odd as i hadn't ordered anything recently, and it was a rather large package, around 50cm by 50 cm and almost as high. I took it inside and headed up to my room so I could open it in privacy, knowing that it most likely wouldn't be something that I would want...
Beads of sweat dripped down my face, inches away from my dried and chapped lips. My heart beat increased as the seconds ticked by, the ticking being the only noise I could hear from the small analogue clock placed on my left. My wrists were encircled by the ominous cold metal of what I could only assume to be wrist cuffs. The chains clanked together as I att...
Johanna pulled her cloak tighter around her as a chilling gust of wind blew through the temple courtyard. The beautiful young flame haired priestess rushed hurriedly across the cobbled yard as dusk descended on the city. Johanna was a junior priestess of Adeva, the Goddess of Love. It was rare a priestess of Adeva was summoned to the Temple of Swords to wo...