joined on 02/15/07
last updated 01/13/08
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about me
I'm petulant at times. Can you help me with that? Probably not. I am frustrating, turbulent and creative. I live inside my own world created for the usual reasons. I am no more or no less special then you.
The Tutor, part 7
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I woke slowly feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I ached from every cell, smelt like sex and was caked in the remains of it. I could hear voices washing around me but could only take in vague words like slave and display, party and art. ...
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The Family ~ Six
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The week granddaddy and grandmommy were visiting was a busy one. I spent every night in bed with them while their little Beth screamed from next door. My tiny ass slowly grew use to the girth of his cock and I even began to enjoy it. He laug...
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Which story to continue
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Thanks for everyone who has mailed me thanking me for the blog and entries.
I am wondering which ones you want to see continue.
The family, the tutor, or both?
The family - part five
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The house was a hive of actively until the doorbell rang and my Mommy squealed in delight. We were expecting a visit from her very own mommy and daddy and I was just as excited to meet them.
She turned me to her and checked my face for marks, ...
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The Tutor, part 6
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After the academic tea party had ended, my Master asked the tiny sharp faced woman to remain. She sat on the sofa next to me, licking my small breasts with a full tongue as he saw the guests to the door. I was quivering more with every stroke, l...
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I woke slowly feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I ached from every cell, smelt like sex and was caked in the remains of it. I could hear voices washing around me but could only take in vague words like slave and display, party and art. I pressed my face deeper into my owners chest and sighed as his fingers threaded through the mess of tangled hair. it was covered in dried cum and sweat, desperate for hot water and sweet smelling shampoo.
But I was not to be a clean slave fo...
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The week granddaddy and grandmommy were visiting was a busy one. I spent every night in bed with them while their little Beth screamed from next door. My tiny ass slowly grew use to the girth of his cock and I even began to enjoy it. He laughed at the way I wriggled my slutty ass for more and he always delivered. I would drift off in their arms with my mouth attached to grandmommy's tit sucking deeply.
On their last day we set off for on the boat. The sun was shinning brightly ov...
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Thanks for everyone who has mailed me thanking me for the blog and entries.
I am wondering which ones you want to see continue.
The family, the tutor, or both?
Mon, April 21, 2008 - 7:05 AM
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The house was a hive of actively until the doorbell rang and my Mommy squealed in delight. We were expecting a visit from her very own mommy and daddy and I was just as excited to meet them.
She turned me to her and checked my face for marks, wiping her fingers over my lips as she tucked my hair behind my ear.
“Very best behavior, my angel.”
I nodded as she pulled me into the living room, instantly leaving me in daddy’s arms as she ran to the man and woman. They were much older than my...
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After the academic tea party had ended, my Master asked the tiny sharp faced woman to remain. She sat on the sofa next to me, licking my small breasts with a full tongue as he saw the guests to the door. I was quivering more with every stroke, looking up to see his dark eyes feasting on his slut. I was naked, squirming in her arms as her tongue lathered over me. One of her hands stroked over my slash and my cum poured from me. I really was a whore I thought to myself as he walked to us...
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