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His Little Shit

Where is this going?

Can someone please explain this whole lip-biting craze to me? It seems to be on every page of every book at the moment. And I hate it with a passion, probably because of the stupid Fifty Shades of Awfulness. What does it even represent? Is it meant to be...

A Hard Day at the Office

A successful marriage requires husband and wife to know how to read each other and respond accordingly.

Kaitlyn knew what to expect when she received her husband’s email announcing that he would be home late from work. This was not the first time it had happened, and she knew it would not be the last. She had learned, still early in their dating, that his j...

Little Shit

First 'date' with someone whom I can't quite place

What the hell am I doing? I’m in no state to drive this fucking car. But more disturbingly, I’m driving to him? Where are those marbles rolling again? They are all over the fucking shop. Whaaat? The ‘rebel one’ stares back at me from the passenger seat, n...

Farm Helper, Part Four

Lara works hard on Sunny Farms, and her boss has a new exciting task for her

It had been a few weeks since Lara had been promoted to the position of a farm whore on Sunny Farms and she had been enjoying her new daily duties immensely. Both David and Peter fucked her daily, most days more than once each. Peter had started to arrive...

From a sweet Mommy to a whore in just a few steps

A sub gets denied one too many times and ends up taking what he wants

It is a normal evening in our household, my hand wrapped around my sub's cute cock, slowly stroking it, watching him as he whimpers and begs for his mommy-dom to let him cum. It has been three weeks since the last time I allowed him to cum, and since then...

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I am Not a Fucking Chore

Laurel wanted him to be spontaneous. Did she get more than she bargained for?

“No,” Laurel cries out across the table at dinner. “I am saying that you are never spontaneous with me.” Brian tries to get her to quiet down, feeling embarrassed that half of the restaurant is now looking at their table. His wife is unhappy, that he know...