Sheila Corday, the Boss Lady, who inherited her Father's company and ran it now, was just in the process of getting rid of her no account husband, Gerald, who turned out to be a gold digger and unfaithful to boot. Sheila's lawyer, Matt, invoked their prenup, which her Daddy had insisted on. Gerald stormed into the office in a rage to beat some sense into Sheila only to be confronted by Charlie, the production manager. Charlie took care of Gerald and a romance was born.
Badlands and Indian Territory were a dangerous combination. The bounty hunter had no other choice. Not if he wanted to take in a dangerous pair of escaped convicts. There is no turning back until the job is done.
My name is Tim Donovan I live in New Hampshire and I'm 18 years old. I live with my mom, dad, and my twin sister Ashley...... All the events that follow this story happen a week or so before Christmas break of last year....follow the misadventures of my sis here....
She was my wife, but she was her slave. It started as a discovery of something new, but had developed into something so much more. And now, was she still my wife, was she only her slave, or were we sharing her?
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Susan Andrew’s The Shapely and attractive Well heeled housewife and mother of teenage children unwittingly finds herself at the centre of the desires, fantasies and plans of a brutal schoolfriend of her young 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
Lyn, a powerful corporate executive with a deep yearning for submission visits a Haitian Bondage Club and finds herself on the stage, stripped naked, bound and masturbated for the audience's pleasure.
The customs of all cultures seem strange and for little purpose when viewed from outside their context. Ceremonies and rites of passage matter tremendously to those inside, but to the rest of us, we just starch our heads. This is a short story of one such custom as seen through the eyes of the principal involved. Sure we can wonder why, but in this case I say, Why not?