Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It had all started innocently enough. At the Pro-Biotics regional office the crew always launched a rather rowdy Halloween party with loads of alcohol and “medicinal” marijuana. Steven always enjoyed the festivities even though he wasn’t old enough to drink yet. ‘Just one more year,’ he thought, ‘and then I’ll be able to party with the rest of them.’ For a rather boring old office environment, there were loads of nice people who were all entertaining in their own right. Jessica was the office hotty with a nice round rump and long dark hair. Ben was Steven’s best friend, another intern who was a year older than Steven and would be enjoying the booze for the first time at the party. Ben was a little taller than Steven and broader of shoulder, a guy who spent time…
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The Man Who would be Queen Ch. 05-07
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Dear Reader: This story was an attempt to try and create an erotic mystery with a forced feminization backdrop. I was trying to create intrigue and develop characters that were interesting. Not having the effect I was expecting and I did have to edit down Ch. 4 to get it publish because of content. If you like this to continue please let me know. ***** Chapter Five “The Charade Begins” “No, I can’t do this,” Mrs. Wilson cried as she was standing with Sarah just outside the mall doors. “Mrs. Wilson, please, you have to do it. We have talked this through many time. It’s not going away. Now come with me and I will help you register,” Sarah said leading the crying woman inside. Mrs. Wilson was crushed. Her husband had been a very influential in…
Erotic Haunted House
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 “Holy shit,” Kara yelled. “Are you reading this?” Jo looked at the poster that was the object of Kara’s attention. “Yeah. That sounds awesome!” The girls, walking home from a day of college classes, had been distracted by the small poster for an adult themed haunted house that was being run by one of the college fraternities as a fund-raiser for a local charity. “We have to go to this!” “Go,” replied Kara. “Hell, let’s participate!” Jo looked at her roommate in surprise. “What are you talking about?” “It says right here. They’re looking for people to create scenes for the haunted house. And there is a prize for the best scene. I think we should do it!” “Are you crazy?” asked Jo. “How are we going to put together a whole scene for a haunted house?”…
Ethan’s Grace – The Flogging
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This is a short stroke-story based on characters in a series called “Amazing Grace”. It is not necessary to read the other series in order to follow this story, but if you want more background on the characters, you’ll have to look there. The next short stroke story with these characters is called “Ethan’s Grace — Anal Edition” and will likely be posted in the Anal category. Thanks in advance for your support and comments. Ethan’s Grace – The Flogging I stared down at the flawless, creamy skin of her naked backside. Not a mark in sight, it was the most perfect canvas. She’s trembling. I like it when she’s scared. I know it’s not so much to cause any real concern. It gives me something to work with. And I have to admit that her vulnerability…
Experiment 239 Ch. 08
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 The fallout from the Christmas party turned out to be surprisingly minimal. Naturally, James morphed into a bumbling, red-faced, stuttering schoolboy whenever he bumped into Sophie, his eyes darting around wildly as if he couldn’t quite decide if he wanted them on her cleavage, her skirt, the floor beside her, or anything besides her eyes. There was the occasional leer from a male colleague, the occasional whispers behind her back from a few women. But for the most part, life at the facility went on as usual. In fact, some were friendlier to her, perhaps having been pleasantly surprised at the realization that she wasn’t quite as uptight as she appeared to be. She found herself exuding an air of serenity and calmness far more often as well, and it was infectious. She felt more at ease,…
Escapades of Eva Ch. 72
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Giving the audience a slow deliberate wink Mistress Syn and cooed, “Now I know that so many of you strong Masters love to show your Dominance by flaying the tender and sensitive body of a lovely slave with your favorite flogger.” Hearing that many of the men in attendance lifted their heads up high, stood up a little straighter, and took on a masterful air of steely composure and confidence. Some even fingered the flogger that hung from their belts. Then with a sexy scowl Syn lifted an eyebrow once again and shook her crop at the spectators, and with a wicked giggle she added, “And don’t try to fool any of us slaves by pretending that you are only interested in practicing the art of the whip, because we all know that you really love to…
The Ex-Girlfriends Across the Hall
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Author’s Note: This is third installment in the series, and it follows “The Girlfriends Across the Hall”. * * * * * * * * * “What in the world do you think you’re doing? Do you think Sylvia would EVER let you do that? Why on earth would you do that to me?” That was not the reply I was expecting. At all. I guess I should back up a bit and explain My life was pretty near perfect. Well, comparatively so. Having an anxiety disorder that makes many social interactions – especially with women – an ordeal is not easy. Much of what other people get to routinely enjoy in life is off-limits for me. Granted, they are my own self-imposed limits but they are not voluntarily self-imposed, a fact that many who have not…
Emily’s Collar
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I woke up to the cold heat from a concrete flooring. I was in my dungeon. I’m a 37 year old woman, I run my own dungeon and I have a few slaves the frequent, as well as a single female slave who stays with me constantly. I looked up and there was Amanda. She was on her knees, head down and holding out a tray with my coffee and cigarettes on it. I looked at her and said “what do you want?” She uttered back, “beg your pardon Mistress, I have brought your morning order. Please forgive me, I didn’t know I had woken you”. “Fine.” I barked back at her. I took my cigarettes and coffee from the tray and got up. I was half naked, wearing only my latex knickers, stockings and very high…
The Gynecomastia Kid Ch. 01
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This story will be told in first person narrative but this first part is written in third person narrative because the first person, or main character, is unaware of the events unfolding in this scene. ***** Inside the kitchen of her boyfriend’s house Crystal makes a last ditch effort, calling his stepmom, Dr. Burns, for help: “Crystal, you’re saying all the medications I’ve prescribed for Nick for the last year and a half has had no effect on him, has affected no positive changes at all? And you’re sure he’s been taking them just as I directed?” “Yes Barbara I followed the instructions exactly. Because of his inability to swallow pills whole, all the pills were crushed and either sprinkled on his food or mixed into his drinks. But no Barbara, they don’t seem to be helping….
Enslaving Chloe Ch. 15
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 15 == I had been observing Master’s visitors from where I knelt naked at his side and although a lot of discussion had taken place it all went over my head (literally and figuratively). I mostly ignored what was being said as I preferred to simply watch people and how they reacted. I found being an observer endlessly fascinating and I often spent hours quietly watching and allowing my mind to wander off on all kinds of tangents. I was off in my own little world and my mind was full of slave thoughts as I wondered what it would be like to be owned by an Asian man like the one sitting opposite me. I imagined…