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Chapter Three - The Second Hotel Room So, the next day, you met him again at the mall? Bobby inquired. Yeah, the blonde 12 year old said. That day, he let me go to the arcade for a while. We played some games, like he was my dad and all. Then he let me buy some CD’s that I wanted, Mariah Carey and Back Street Boys, and a portable CD player and batteries. Then I lay down in the back seat and listened to music while we drove to the motel. Was it the same motel? Bobby asked. No, different, she...

When in Rome Charlotte was visiting Rome city alone for the weekend she had everything planned and had prepared for months so she could see all the tourist spots. The Treviea Fountain was one of the most fascinating sites that Charlotte had researched. There was a legend that if you stood in front of the fountain and threw a coin over your shoulder that you would return to the fountain. Charlotte didn't believe in the legend at all I fact she thought it was childish yet she went to visit the fountain regardless. Charlotte got off the metro and was walking...

It was twelve o’clock in the morning, and I had still yet to find my prey for the night. I growled as my long, blood red nails dug into the steering wheel of the black minivan I currently sat in, frustration boiling inside me just begging to be released on some innocent bystander. Just as I was to abandon my hunt, a flash of blonde obstructed my vision, causing me to snap my head to the side to see a blonde beauty with a both somewhat petite frame and generous jugs walking alone, looking down at her phone with her earbuds...

Don't ask me where it all came from. I just don't know. I would tell you if I knew, but I don't. Maybe I have a wire crossed. Maybe there's too much or too few of the right kind of hormones being secreted. Maybe it's just there's a hole in my character. Whatever it is, I accepted it a long time ago. When did it start you ask? Geez, gotta be sometime around a year or 2 after puberty. I hit it right after my 11th birthday. It was a slow, gradual process at first. When year 12 came, it all...

White whore on the slave plantation pt 1 Jessica was at a difficult age, a child with the blossoming body of a woman, a blue eyed pale skinned, blonde haired goddess/ child part latino part caucasian, she lived with her mother on the Carlos Menendez Plantation where James’s family had grown cotton for three generations. James tried everything to please Jessica but it was useless, he believed she hated him, It wasn’t his fault that Jessica’s father died or that her mother had married his father. James’ mother had died when he was sixteen when her carriage turned over, leaving him...

Years later, I look back, having become the queen of sluts, willing to be degraded for a good orgasm, willing to fuck and suck any cock. Like last night when I bent over a urinal in the men’s room at my local pub and let two well-hung black guys fuck me silly and a third cum in my mouth, after which they gave me a nice golden shower while I frigged my raw pussy. But how did it start? With Dad really. Twenty years ago, sex wasn’t quite so available or easy to find out about, but I’d seen a few...

Copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 I don’t understand what has happened to me. Oh, I know the actual events – I’ve replayed them in my mind, over and over, during these last few weeks. It is how and why they have changed me so profoundly that I don’t understand – but they have, and forever. There are four things that you need to know about me. The first is that I am black – and I mean really black, with dark ebony skin. My ancestors were taken in the eighteenth century from somewhere in tropical Africa to the West Indies to work...

All afternoon your mind keeps thinking about what happened. You have had the fantasy of being taken forcefully for awhile and when it actually happened.... 'God'! 'Stop this', you scream in your mind. You are so thankful that David, your husband, is out of town. If he had answered the door how would you have explained the roses and the note? Still it is nagging at you so! You could be killed or worst. Those hard eyes. The hard body. The mystery! I watch from the highest hill top. Dressed in a jet black Moto-X suit, with black helmet and black...

My Little Playmate By BerkshireRay Chapter 1 I’d been fantasising about it for ages and now I’d decided the time was right. I’d bought a house in Hereford, a couple of miles outside a small village and half a mile from the nearest neighbour. I spent a month preparing for my chosen playmate. I’d made the cellar secure with a reinforced door and strong locks and furnished it with a double bed that I’d chosen for it’s robust metal frame, suitable for attaching restraints to and a padded table with stirrups and leather ties for feet and hands. I had installed...