The Birching Society is about a patriarchal organization that views women as objects to be owned. Females have no rights, they are not capable of higher intellect. They use heavy corporal punishment, torture, mind control, humilation to mold the females into subservient fuckdolls for the pleasure of the men of the organization.
Susan Andrew’s The Shapely and attractive Well heeled housewife and mother of children unwittingly finds herself at the centre of the desires, fantasies and plans of a brutal schoolfriend of her son from the wrong side of the tracks, leading not only to Susan discovering far more about herself and her own needs and desires but heading all the way down toward eventual illicit sexual enslavement
This is the 'cleaned up' version of my original story. It has been pending for nearly 3 weeks on the 'other'site. Be advised this is still a very dark story with lots of rough sex and violence. Thanks -Dys
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Callie Crow and the rest of "The Ghost Girls" crew visit the allegedly haunted Deepwood Asylum, a hospital for the sexually depraved, which was shut down decades ago after it was discovered that the head doctor was performing horrific experiments on patients. The ghost hunting crew is determined to capture creepy footage to boost their Youtube views, but little do they know that they are about find more proof of ghosts than they bargained for...
Milly, a sexy 32-year-old redhead, is dropping her car off at the local garage when she needs to pee. So, she goes to the garage's bathroom and finds a glory hole in the wall. Not long after, a big cock suddenly emerges from the glory hole.
If you've ever watched an 80s beach movie and thought, "This could use more existential horror, heavier satire, and a lot more bouncing," then congratulations—this book was made for you. Bikini Beach isn't just a parody. It's a celebration of the vapid, sun-drenched, neon-drenched excess of a forgotten era, when movies didn't need a plot as long as they had slow-motion jiggling and a beach party finale