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“Lord, well, I dream of that,” I thought.
I was lying in my bed and still experiencing that ridiculous dream that had overtaken me at night. My head buzzed terribly, as if with a hangover. I had little thought and at first did not even understand where I was - everything was like a fog for me. But gradually everything began to clear up: I saw that I was in my apartment and realized that everything was already behind and that nothing threatened me. I tried to get up, but my head ached wildly and I realized that I did not get up yet ...
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I was lying in my bed and still experiencing that ridiculous dream that had overtaken me at night. My head buzzed terribly, as if with a hangover. I had little thought and at first did not even understand where I was - everything was like a fog for me. But gradually everything began to clear up: I saw that I was in my apartment and realized that everything was already behind and that nothing threatened me. I tried to get up, but my head ached wildly and I realized that I did not get up yet ...
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“Just look at this sleeping beauty,” I heard through a dream.
I opened my eyes and saw that Marina, with her arms folded, stood to her full height and, smiling maliciously, was examining my body, spreading out on the floor and imprisoned in a pink sleeping cocoon. I stared at the ceiling in order not to meet her destroying my already fragile dignity look. - I am not sleeping. Only his eyes closed. So that the light does not interfere, - I timidly made excuses.
"Yes, you climb up already," - mentally ...
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I opened my eyes and saw that Marina, with her arms folded, stood to her full height and, smiling maliciously, was examining my body, spreading out on the floor and imprisoned in a pink sleeping cocoon. I stared at the ceiling in order not to meet her destroying my already fragile dignity look. - I am not sleeping. Only his eyes closed. So that the light does not interfere, - I timidly made excuses.
"Yes, you climb up already," - mentally ...
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Time is rapidly approaching midnight. On the street, in its violent desire to take possession of the city, the weather was desperately raging. Being actually isolated and not being able to observe what was happening, and I didn’t really want to leave my familiar place, I could only guess what was going on outside at that time. Through the back room door, I could only hear the thick, soft sound of rain coming from afar, and the violent sound of drops running across the roofs and gutters of houses. All this ...
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This story is not quite for those who came here for a quick “jerk off” on a mini-story about humiliation, rape or BDSM. Not. Rather, it is the experiences of girls, mainly for those who love the taste of virtual sex, coupled with real debauchery. I think this story will find its reader, even if it turns out to be the only one. Or one single.
After uni, I was a pretty sexy girl. I have already tried a lot of things, knew a lot and knew that I was rude ...
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After uni, I was a pretty sexy girl. I have already tried a lot of things, knew a lot and knew that I was rude ...
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Cell. Thick iron rods weave into a closed cube. The body inside the cube feels hot. This is my body. It's me.
I have a big white shirt buttoned up by one button. He sits on a chair in a black suit outside of this cube. Power. Strength. That's what He has. That is what He is. Absolute submission. Subordination. This is what I possess. This is what I am. He sits in a chair and stares at me, emitting a puff of smoke from the very depths of his lungs. “Come,” He says.
I'm coming to the cage ...
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I have a big white shirt buttoned up by one button. He sits on a chair in a black suit outside of this cube. Power. Strength. That's what He has. That is what He is. Absolute submission. Subordination. This is what I possess. This is what I am. He sits in a chair and stares at me, emitting a puff of smoke from the very depths of his lungs. “Come,” He says.
I'm coming to the cage ...
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It took several weeks after Stephanie got into the mysterious mansion. Thanks to the photos, she did not become a loser, but she bent from unnecessary talk. The fact that there was in fact she did not tell anyone. Sitting on a bench in the park with her friend Jessie, with whom they often liked to gossip Stephanie heard the slight ringing of the bell. That was her alert sound in one of the chat programs. She got the phone and opened the program. It was a number unfamiliar to her and it looks like ...
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As usual, Tanya went to her gynecologist. She opened the doctor's office. However, this time, instead of the usual woman, a man was waiting for her. He looked about thirty-odd in appearance, he was a tall, big man wearing a robe and wearing small glasses.
He explained that he was temporarily replacing her doctor and asked him to sit down. Tanya was somewhat agitated by such an abrupt change of doctor, but decided that nothing unusual had happened. And in fact, for the first time, nothing ...
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He explained that he was temporarily replacing her doctor and asked him to sit down. Tanya was somewhat agitated by such an abrupt change of doctor, but decided that nothing unusual had happened. And in fact, for the first time, nothing ...
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It was a blind date. A blind date for sex. They had already communicated with him on Skype, but in real life they met for the first time. While they were talking, she hinted to him that she liked rude, very rude. To be more precise, she is an imperious director of a huge enterprise, wants to feel like his little whore.
Before agreeing, he made her send him a week photo. and every day the request was more and more perverted ...
At first it was just a beautiful photo in the bottom ...
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Before agreeing, he made her send him a week photo. and every day the request was more and more perverted ...
At first it was just a beautiful photo in the bottom ...
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Probably not so many myths and delusions are connected with any item of our wardrobe as with thong panties. What kind of horror stories do not read on the forums about this narrow strip of fabric on (more precisely, "in") your ass.
Myth number 1
Thongs are worn only by sluts (prostitutes, strippers, easily accessible girls, etc.)
This is the oldest and, fortunately, already dying myth about thongs, which is cultivated by all sorts of old maidens and ugly lohushki who do not have guys.
And yet questions like "Is it possible for the first ...
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Myth number 1
Thongs are worn only by sluts (prostitutes, strippers, easily accessible girls, etc.)
This is the oldest and, fortunately, already dying myth about thongs, which is cultivated by all sorts of old maidens and ugly lohushki who do not have guys.
And yet questions like "Is it possible for the first ...
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For the tenth year I have been working as a history teacher. Work is my passion and my hobby, in my life I have such vents as teaching, a little. First love and a bright relationship with my husband are already behind - after all, 20 years of marriage made themselves felt. When I was 46 years old, I didn’t receive from my husband either an orgasm, or warmth, or trivial communication. I was bored with him, our union was more friendly than romantic.
Walking down the corridor to my office, I, as always, saw a gaggle of chirping ...
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Walking down the corridor to my office, I, as always, saw a gaggle of chirping ...
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