The perfect slave

The perfect Slave Denise really was the perfect slave. The level of submission and compliance was far beyond that of any I had experienced before and I have been training slaves for a long time.[…]

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Vineyard

‘I feel it,’ she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere more than where his cock pressed through the layers between them. She kept her gaze on his mouth[…]

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The wedding dress

Frannie was in a state of euphoria! Last night Kenny "popped the old question"! They were getting married! She couldn't wait to tell Kim, her best friend since grade school. They had both wondered if[…]

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Maureen

So… I’m lying here with my cock buried deep in the softest mouth I’ve felt in years and a very talented tongue trying to coax me over the edge. Maureen’s soft brown hair is falling[…]

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The question

The Question It all started out with a question, admittedly an incredibly personal one, but a question nevertheless. Laurie was no more than a casual acquaintance I’d met her at the school where I dropped[…]

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