I was twelve when my friend Steven showed me the glory hole in the public park’s restroom. He dropped his pants, briefly displaying his fuzzy erection, then stepped up to the cold stone wall and inserted himself through the small hole. The hole was meant for average-sized adults, so he had to kind of stand
When you’ve finished reading this you’ll know why I didn’t report him. It was the wrong sort of rape and no one would have believed me. I didn’t ever tell anyone because I didn’t want to be a ‘victim’ or, even worse, a ‘survivor’. I hate that term, like half an hour of your life
For 20 years I have always been the apple of his eye, and he, my night in shining armour who always kept me safe. Whenever he wrapped his arms around me, I’d melt into him and become the sweet little girl I once was, but what else would you expect, he is my daddy after
The rape, accurately filmed in all his lewdness and artfully camouflaged as a lewd prostitution trick by Bob, went on again and again. When their cocks were limp, they got them hard again torturing her with huge rubber cocks and dildoes taken from Bob’s stock in the shop; they put clips on her sore nipples,
After the Wedding Angel resplendent in her beautiful white wedding dress eagerly pulled Jared over the threshold into her chambers and didn’t stop until she had deposited him on her bed. They were tipsy on Andean red wine and made love like it was the last time they would ever get to be together. They
The Search Begins Word spread quickly around the kingdom about the unfortunate happenings of the Beltane Ball and that Princess Angel was out looking for the man that had left in such a hurry that night. Though the details were somewhat sketchy the whole area was awash with new hope that Angel would choose from
They walked out. Their old, battered sedan was in the street, and she was forced to enter in the back, squeezed between Johnny and Amos. Jessie drove, Roy was beside him. They began to cruise slowly with the car, and it was clear that they were looking for someone or something. They arrived in front
Natasha awoke, slowly and confused, in a room that she didn’t know. It was a damp, dark room ; she felt the stench first, then tried to move, but she couldn’t. She was lying on a bed, and when she tried to sit up and stand, she found herself immobilized. His wrists had been taped
Home Again It was late at night when Jared arrived at the stables of his own estate. The sun had broken over the horizon and his clothes were the bedraggled mess that he had started out with before his God-father Gerald had bewitched them into so much more. Bedraggled and weary he saw to Thor’s
Natasha walked out of the studio at 5 in the afternoon. It was a drizzly afternoon, but she was happy; hell, she’d done it! She had been accepted! Next Tuesday, she’d be in that studio again, for a couple of contracts and, then, the shooting would begin. She was to be the next Playman’s Playgirl!
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