As the days passed, life fell into a familiar rhythm. The Beast would cook for her and tend to the house’s grounds, while she gradually transformed its interior through the determined application of a soapy cloth. In the afternoons, their reading lessons progressed, and Rose soon began to make her way through Little Goody Two … Read more
Summer gave way to autumn and The Beast’s attitude towards Rose slowly mellowed, although the moments of genuine cordiality between them never quite returned. He made awkward conversation, took occasional walks with her in the garden, and started sitting beside her again during her reading lessons, which now focused on a book called The History … Read more
For those who don’t know me, I was active about a year ago, and amassed a decent following for my own story, Being More Social, before I was forced to take it down. While in the process of writing a second series, one which could actually be displayed by this website given its rules, I’ve … Read more
The story of how Shante met “Billy the kid” My name is Shante Jackson. I’m a 38-year-old black woman from Mobile Alabama. I’m 5″ 8′ 160 pounds of chocolate goodness. After graduating Law school, I moved to Los Angeles California. Where I work 70 hours a week. Which leaves me hardly any time for an … Read more
The next morning The Beast left Rose’s breakfast by her bedroom door, waking her with a gentle knock and leaving before she could come out to speak to him. Half amused and half frustrated, she ate her egg, dressed in her prettiest gown, and went to find him in the garden. She found The Beast … Read more
Double the Trouble An original story by Starrynight Enjoy: David and the girls waved at their mother until she turned around to face the airport personnel and shortly after disappeared behind the gates and scanners of the security check. They waited there for another minute, hoping to catch a last glimpse of Jennifer before turning … Read more
Hi – my name is Vanessa, and this is a journal of my life since I decided to make some drastic changes to it. Background As I said, my name is Vanessa. I am a 22-year-old Hairdresser, long, almost Blond hair, 5 foot 1 inch tall, with a 34AA-24-35, 95 pound figure. I’m not a … Read more
As always, if you are unsure if there might be something in here that you may not like, please read this. This chapter contains futanari’s (women with dicks and pussy), slight mind breaking, animal like penises, and a small amount of bondage. Chapter Two Rebecca now stood up against a tree, leaning on it with … Read more
Disclaimer: I did not write his story, please don’t criticize my writing because this is not it. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this repost. There Can Be Only One Chapter 10 I lay on the bed gently stroking my erect cock through the waistband of my shorts. I can’t believe the control I … Read more
I hope you all enjoy (; —– “Hannah, can I see you in my office?” Katherine calls from her office. Her secretary, Hannah, walks into her office to meet the powerful blonde. Katherine gives her a sultry smile. “Have you done what I asked, Hannah?” The brunette secretary gives her a smile and bites her … Read more
“We’re not angry with you,” my mother said, giving me a slight smile, “we’re just disappointed, Bess.” “Disappointed?” I groaned. “That’s it? Disappointed?” I glanced at my father’s car, the front end crumbled, radiator fluid forming a larger and larger puddle. I pushed up my glasses and then rubbed at the back of my neck. … Read more
Step Daughters’ Desire chapter 2 Chapter one showed the beginning of Frank and Janis. This is the continuation of the story. Frank and Janis had a date lasting one weekend. Sunday morning begins with Frank and Janis enjoying breakfast and talking about the night before which involved intense multiple orgasms, bondage, domination, submission and a … Read more
Disclaimer: I Did not write these stories, please don’t criticize my writing because this isn’t my writing it is a repost of a story from another website. There Can Be Only One Chapter 8 I sat at my computer, organising a new folder containing the photograph of Vicky going down on Cathy’s pussy and the … Read more
Again I did not write any of this story, I just enjoyed it and thought to share it with the rest of you. Hope you enjoy. Throughout the many chapters (20+) there will be a little bit of just about everything so stay tuned and read the themes if you like or don’t like it. … Read more
Tarnheim Academy, Part 3 Our story continues… My initiation to the Tarnheim Academy had been astounding. I had been dominated and ravished by Headmistress, followed by the head girl, Adrienne, and the towering twins, Inga and Greta. At the tender age of sixteen, I could never have imagined being subjected to such awful indignities, nor … Read more
A New Kind of Lesson An original story by Starrynight Enjoy. I stepped over to the front door as quietly as I could and inserted the key into the lock. It was almost six o’clock in the morning on a Sunday, and my sister was right behind me. We were still slightly buzzed, and I … Read more
There Can Be Only One Chapter 6 I eventually started to come out of my post climax euphoria with mum desperately trying to push me off and Cathy shouting verbal abuse at my mother. As soon as I rolled off mum and lay by her side she sat up and pushed her dress back down … Read more
My door was slightly ajar as I sat at the computer checking for any messages on Face book. I heard the door to mum’s bedroom shut. I quickly rose and darted to open the door just as mum was passing my bedroom. I could hear the girls laughing and giggling in the bathroom opposite. Mum … Read more
Aurora Pritchard “I wonder where Krystal is off to in such a hurry,” I said to my fellow sex slaves—Rebecca, Petra, Tracy and I were sitting at a table in our college’s cafeteria—as Krystal, our Master’s little sister, and her girlfriend, the Korean Ji-Yun, rushed out of the cafeteria. “Maybe they’re going to go fuck,” … Read more
This is my story, please give credit where credit is due. Thank you and enjoy…I am thinking about writing more. Johncrinshaw1 October 19, 1861 Wilmington, North Carolina Planter James Hopkins Plantation Defiantly, she looks directly at me as if gauging my level of charge. Without even a sound she abruptly steps on the wagon rung … Read more
