12-02: A Short Story

Hello, welcome back with another and only post by Adam. So Yesterday I went home from school and my parents were at home too because they off from work that day. After, I went home and change into my wrestling stuff, my parents take me to Cudahy. My match against Jacob N and and he's on my weight class, but he way bigger than me. The score was 18- 5 and I though is gonna be hard for to win against him, but I know I will try my best to win the match. I win all my match since when the wrestling season

Ernie has always been a little messed up, he has lived in Missouri for the 32 long years of his life. On the day that changed his life forever, November 22, 1996. Him and his family were driving to the mall and they got into an accident. His Mom and Dad both died and Ernie was very depressed. He got the notes, of what made the car accident happen, an inspection failure with the Engine. He did not know what to do with his life. He almost committed suicide, but then out of rage, the decided he was going to make the person who caused the car accident. He went searching for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the person that last assessed the car was Eddie Thompson.

She groaned lewdly as she felt his fingertips brush up against the puckered ring of her ass, teasing the tender hole with a small, circling rhythm. The hand pulled away for a moment, and when it returned the digit was covered in something warm and wet. Saliva, she figured. Her body tensed up as she felt the finger pushing up against the opening, wiggling back and forth as it sought to penetrate the virgin hole. Zaelith had always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock pounding her from behind, stretching her ass and filling her bowels with a hot load of cum, but this woman had obviously never tried it. Her body was instinctively clenching up, trying to push out the invading finger and turning it into an almost painful experience. Well, if Zaelith had anything to say about it this body would be a perfect fucktoy by the end of the night, ready and willing to accomodate a man in any

A low moan sounded from above, and heartened by the response, he swirled his tongue over the tip. A burst of pre-cum bubbled over his taste buds, the mild, saliferous flavor unlike anything he’d experienced before. He grimaced as the unfamiliar taste danced over his tongue, but he soon realized it wasn’t unpleasant and he found his confidence growing. Maybe giving head wouldn’t be as bad as he first thought.

"Look at you, you weak bitch. On your knees, where you fucking, belong." He laughed, a cold, merciless sound that matched the expression on his face as he slapped her, almost tauntingly with his meat again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the night air, and then forced her head back, and her body to arch with the impetus with which he jerked on her hair. His feet moved forward and he planted them either side of her shoulders. "That's right, you're going to do anything I want." She'd had more than ample opportunity to utter the safe-word he told himself, as the whip arced again, this time cracking six inches above her thigh, before the leather tails struck skin and curled around her thigh, and simultaneously the string of the corset was ripped, rather than pulled open, and Lila Ross's tits feel free. A large rough hand quickly grasped one in it's palm, and Tom stepped forward, swinging the whip again as he squeezed, and stepped forward; his raging and throbbing manhood at the woman's eyes level. "You don't want me to hurt you, then open your fucking mouth and beg for me to screw it, like your husband wouldn't

Ray Karner was a 35 year old man who shovels dead bodies into furnaces. He was the type of person who loved memories. Anything he thought was meaningful, he immediately jotted down in his diary. He had a daughter and a wife who he loved dearly. Many memories of them took up about half of his small pocket book. One after another, great days would pass by. But later he soon came to realize that things don’t always seem the way you want them to be.

When she was roughly hiked off the bed by Karl, one man took the opportunity to spread her legs wide apart and slam his cock into the teen's dripping, pink hole. Beside her, others released their erections and stroked. Sophie Scott's arms were lifted in the air, and the guard behind her chuckled when he pressed the cool glass tip of the dildo, slick with the juices from her pussy, against her rear entrance, and began to spread it open. 'Guess it's my lucky day, I'll be your first.' His gaze shifted to his companions, 'But you not your

“Sorry. You fell asleep so fast I thought you must have been exhausted. So I thought I would let you sleep for a little. Mya sat straight up. “How long have have I been asleep?”

Fuck you bitch, I thought to myself, like I need some dumb whore to show me how to fuck, but I followed them anyway and I watched them fuck each other. It was boring. There was no excitement. I did anal,

“Cock hungry bitches should know better to than to be so disrespectful. This dumb jock is gonna own your slutty little ass!” he roared, grabbing the bear by his short hair. Todd leaned in to bite his ear, pulling his cock all the way out then slamming it back in. All the while Jasper was screaming at the top of his lungs in pleasure. He came with dizzying force as Todd’s fuck rod hit his buzzer again and again.

From this, the audience can deduce that the girl does not have a stronger voice in their relationship and has to comply with the man’s wishes. This is also later seen when the man and the girl are discussing about whether they should carry on an operation that is unknown to the reader. The reader can see that the girl is hesitant about letting this operation happen however her partner is very persuasive. He tells her that the operation is “the only thing that bothers us. It’s the only thing that’s made us unhappy.”

I managed to make very few promises in my lifetime. The majority of them were with my mother, her pleading eyes telling me to stray away from things that could "harm" me. Usually after the first week or so it was broken, and the guilt washed away in time, but when Ruby Ramirez made one with me I knew I would have to keep my word.

Flesh smacked against flesh, with one man buried balls deep in her pussy, and the other balls-deep in her mouth and, instinctively, the attackers synchronised with each other. As the masked assailant drove into her with enough force to almost split her in half, Dubious met the upwards motion of her body, hitting Lila's tonsils with the tip of his shaft, and choking her on his cock.

My research would focus strictly on domination fantasies, bondage, discipline, and sadomasochism (BDSM), fetishes, plus every session would document a specific role-play scenario. The sexual activity in my dungeon would be restricted to masturbation and anal play with butt plugs for the participants, or occasionally oral servitude to me, if I was in the mood, because I learned that forced oral was a popular reward for most clients. This limited erotica was based on the dynamics of the Mistress and slave or dominant female and submissive role-plays. Coitus, otherwise known as intercourse, and fellatio, known as blow jobs, never happened. Oddly enough, they were never requested and that was a relief. If a client requested a bisexual fantasy, occasionally I would strap on a dildo and permit him to suck on a sterilized, rubber dildo covered with a condom.

It was an average spring afternoon on April 15, 1989, my Brother John and I had plans to make our way up to Sheffield for the Liverpool match but had a dilemma as to whether to take the tube or drive. “the train will be much faster” He argues, I give in to his argument, eager to start the journey. With the shambolic construction on the M62, we take the train. I was expecting the same as the year before. A victory. The trip was like any other, we arrived at around 2:20 pm. I went to join some Liverpool fans in singing and marching to the stadium as the smell of beer and meat pies filled the air. There were thousands of us, and only seven turnstiles, there was a big crowd all trying to get to the front and the steward on his horse did