This is a rated (R) piece; please do not read if you feel you will be offended by the contents. Otherwise, enjoy•. )~(The McLain Theory)~( By: K.R.V. and Dominic DiMilano The small town was not even big enough to be on the map. It consisted of a few main streets, with their rows of shops, a small library, an elementary, middle and high school and a...
Junie had barely come to live with her new owners when ugly reality intruded on their idyllic world. Her search for a Master had caught the attention of a serial killer and she had barely escaped being his next victim. He was caught and facing trial; but now Junie had to testify. The whole idea of leaving her new home was more than she could bear to think ab...
At Home "I'll put the boxes in her room. Why don't you start a bath for her and l'll meet you both in there in a minute," Pierre says. "Can we really do this? How will we know what to do?" Anna asks. Pierre and Anna are speaking French, a language that gigi, does not understand, despite her French name. "We will be fine, just like Lisa said. It won't...
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Bondage Surprises pt#4----Day two. Our Camping Bondage Stories Continue in southern Illinois. Midsummer, hot and dry. The weather. We were hot and wet. The next morning we used the campground pay phone and called our newest friends Ken and Ruth Ann to see if they'd be home and still wanted us back to visit. We were both nervous. Apparently Ken was also...
I met you in the bar as we had planned. When I came in you were talking with a couple at the bar. You could tell how nervous I was feeling. I said I would love a glass of wine, you laughed and ordered a double scotch for me. I saw the woman you were talking to smirk and glance at the man she was with; I felt embarrassed but said nothing. As I drank the scotc...
The grass under Trish's hands and knees was warm, soft and lush. The morning dew was still on the grass and it made her hands and knees wet - much like her pussy. She nervously looked around her yard - or what use to be her yard - she was now the personal slut of Kelley and she about to be taken for a walk, naked, around her yard. Kelley came back holding...
Don't take yourself too seriously. I know it's always tempting to model our behavior on the action hero of our choice, but don't do it. You do not need to be cool, dark, broody, or to communicate in grunts. Be yourself. Laugh, smile, have fun, say stupid things sometimes. Be human and authentic. Do have a sense of humor. Crack jokes, be witty or funny, defu...
Part 1 of 3: The Reaction Natalie's biggest fear was that someone would recognize her in these photos. But that problem was solved by the use of a thin mask. The mask was small and only covered her eyes and nose, which was good enough to maintain her anonymity. She struck different poses for the photographer. It was a classy shoot with a submissive tone. R...
Note to reader: My last entry, "One Glass of Wine?" was not very good. That was partly because it was hastily prepared in fantasy mode. This version, "One Glass of Wine, Revisited" (without a question mark) is, I think, better and here is why. The first was fiction, with things added that I would like to see done to me. But that is not up to me, so in this s...