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The Teenage Dominatrix Ch. 05

Stephen's alarm woke him and he started his morning ritual until his sleepy conscience realised it was a Saturday. It was the second weekend in succession where his body had tricked him and, now dressed, he made out a shopping list. On a hunch, he also sent a text to Hugh and asked him to meet, who responded almost immediately. Stephen met his friend in the corner of a quiet cafe, on the outskirts of town. Hugh's mop of untidy hair and bead necklace offered a nod to his new age upbringing and liberal attitudes. "Victoria Braithwaite," Stephen said as he changed the subject. "What do you know of her?" "Avoid her," Hugh replied and sipped his fizzy drink with a wide expression. "She's weird, and that woman is bad news. You're not getting involved with her, are you?" "A bit." Hugh rubbed his eyes and sighed. "I'm not saying much. If you are thinking of doing anything with her, don't. I've still got the me...
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In the Closet with BBC

I blame it all on partying!! Ok, 75% of it on the smoke. Maybe 10% on the booze, and the rest was on me. My names Kathy and my boyfriend Dave introduced me to this wild/kinky new lifestyle. Things like BBC(our favorite), flashing and flirting, role playing, etc. When we would smoke, it would get me so hot and bothered that I would do pretty much anything Dave would suggest. We usually played with strangers (it was a rule) but all of a sudden Dave's friends were flirting with me more than usual by making little sexy comments or touching me whenever they had a chance. It's like they all started looking at me differently. I asked Dave about this and he apologized to me saying that he may have let a couple of his friends see some of our pictures from our secret collection. What!! Those pictures range from bikini shots to me sucking on a strangers cock!! I cant believe him. I was angry for a minute, but that was replaced by sexy horniness! Everyone always comments on how good and ...
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Blueberry Stained Fantasy

Sitting against the white oak, Harmony slowly lifts her dress before reaching a furtive hand beneath the elastic of her panties. She keeps looking around, nervous that some unknowing passerby will catch her with her knees wide, thighs spread, and fingers swirling. "Careful," she thinks. "Don't let anyone see you." But far beneath the surface of that thought is a tremor, shaking the foundation of what she knows. Does the idea of being seen thrill her? If asked, Harmony would answer no endlessly, blushing to the roots of her curly hair while her hands played nervously at the hem of her dress. But the secret part of her that knows all of the things she hides in the nooks and hollows of her soul would have a very different answer. Harmony imagines blueberries. She imagines pulling them from the stems and eating them greedily until her fingers and mouth are stained a deep shade of blue. She imagines being caught under a big oak tree by a tanned and lean man claimin...
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