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how to buy ivermectin Her tail hangs on the wall across from my bed. Her diadem lives in my bag of chainmail jewelry. Her boots, moccasin style, are occasionally worn without her preferred outfit: my black wrap dress. She is one of my alter egos, a persona I love to don when I’m feeling sexy yet playful. I sometimes […]
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~ erotica ~ “I want to watch you suck my cock.” I saw the eagerness in her eyes, saw the sparkle as she stared at my rather large purple dildo that I stroked while I sat on my bed. I was naked, save for my strap on, which itself was cover with a condom. She […]
It was just so perfectly timed. The thought popped into my head. Sitting on a couch, reading a book, waiting for him to return home. Hearing him entering, but my not responding. Just reading my book; no care in the world. He drops his things. Immediately drops to his knees. Pulls my skirt up. And […]
We could’ve kept going pretty easily. I’d just completed Gray’s boots and still had his chaps and vest to work on. But it was getting late and Gray didn’t want to keep others up just so we could have fun. The two people who had watched our scene were also ready to go. As Gray […]
I was fried, hanging on by a thread. And then the thread was cut. We were out to dinner, a group of nine of us, sitting around a large table in a pub about a fifteen minute walk from the Flying Dutchman. We were all tired, the rush of the Grue slamming to a halt […]
As we (the slaves) were slowly pulled into the Barn, the cat calls immediately started. Our would-be buyers inspected their merchandise, lifting skirts, groping breasts, moving us this way and that. Some of the slaves fought back, trying to lash out at the wealthy men. I cowered, cried, spouted the holy trinity in Spanish. (Later […]
They named it The Faces Of Human Trafficking. Yup, me and my friends went there. In soliciting for volunteers to participate, there were a few roles to fill: wealthy buyer of trafficked humans, trafficked person/slave/chattel, rival gang member, and child soldier (which would be played by littles). Did I mention I love my friends? I […]
It was Friday night at Rope Camp. Cigars, Boots, and Chocolate was winding down; fewer than a dozen people remained in the Pavilion, though we all stood around smiling and chatting, still enjoying each others company. The social had gone well. Even though I arrived late. Even though I had to run back to the […]
We all gathered back where we’d started, again amassing in the basement living room. I sat by the front this time, nestling on the floor. We assembled in a circle, everyone looking at one another. Gray stood by the front again, all the sheets of paper with the class names in his hands. One-by-one he […]