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This is the first chapter of a series I have been working on for some time. I'll tell you now that the first three chapters contain no serious sex, but all the back story for the later chapters that have a fair amount of sex. I would encourage you to read all the chapters if you want to understand why things are happening the way they are. I would love any f...
Chapter Six: Detention It had been a week since I was punished for masturbating and then for having sex with Coach Marshal. It was still another week until my next appointment with Mr. Ash. A week of tortured, agonized fantasies that Aubrey's ministering hands and mouth could never quite assuage. My mind wasn't exactly on my studies, so it wasn't much of...
Author's note: A special thank you to Blondiesheart for editing this for me. She suggested I post a warning to readers. This story involves an embalming scene and may not be suitable to readers with sensitive stomachs. I didn't think it needed a warning, but she's the editor. ~sigh~ Kim Campina nervously glanced at her watch noticing the time passing seemi...
The two straps were tight around her forearms, securing her to the padded surface. Similar straps were buckled around the upper swell of her calves, presenting her in a beautiful submissive posture. Cool air washed over her bare ass and the backs of her thighs. Pinned to the table, on her knees and elbows with her legs widely spread, the most private areas o...
About a month after the downtown gang-bang (see, A Bun in the Oven Pt.1 and 2), I received an excited call from Bing. She had missed her period a week back. I knew she had planned to do a pregnancy test. "I pregnant. I pregnant," she squealed. "That's wonderful Bing. Congratulations," I replied, with some relief. We met the next day at a tea shop. Bing wa...
Chapter 2: A new beginning Two weeks have passed and Amy is finally feeling a little less anxious around the house, and around Mike. Since moving in, Amy has felt uncomfortable about her and Rob staying with Mike for free. Rob doesn't seem worried about the future at all. This is clear to Amy as she looks over at him. Rob is watching TV, completely lost i...
This is part two. To find part one and catch up on what you've missed, please go to the bottom of the page and click. Purple Skirt-The First Class It had been the longest fifty minutes Jeff had ever spent teaching a class. Most of it had gone by in a daze, while he had tried his hardest not to stare at her as she kept smiling and seducing him in the front...
Ann was pounding her head against the workbench in frustration. There had to be a solution! She simply had to find a way to create a life-like replica of her breast! If she couldn't come up with some brilliant idea, she was screwed big time. Ann had spent the last few days brainstorming and checking different materials. Every day she was sitting there, fier...
Chapter I , Year 1, CARGO HAND There was a low hum, there always was. It was constant to the point that you simply stopped hearing it. What was slightly harder to ignore was the constant drips on ice cold water that fell every where. Third or fourth hand water that comes from the condensation of constantly re-breathed air. The walls were rusty with it...