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FICTION
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by Gordy Amede
July 17th, 2002
I got my first bra when I was twelve. I’ll never forget it. My mother and I had been talking about going shopping for bras for two months. Finally, one day at the mall she says “Well, let’s go in and see if there’s any in your […]
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by Gordy Amede
July 14th, 2002
“Ping! Ping! Go chow!” Johnny shouted, and he threw a piece of chalk at his small blackboard, shattering it into a thousand pieces. “Go chow! Sup’, sup’po!” he […]
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by Amber
April 7th, 2002
The Beginning
“Hello sweet pet, you have too many clothes on.”
Her words penetrated him to his core. She held his heart, his mind, and his soul, and she knew it. “Yes Mistress, may I remove them?” “Please do,” she said. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. He was not comfortable […]
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by esclaveauteur
February 7th, 2002
The slave was kneeling, naked, but for her stockings and heels and collar, and displayed for her Master, her leash in her mouth. This was how he wanted her when he arrived home from work. He was a professor at a nearby university, and his newly collared, newly trained slave had followed […]
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by Gordy Amede
August 14th, 2001
I can’t remember exactly when it was that mom began wearing shit on her face.
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by Gordy Amede
May 14th, 2001
if they remember any of this, thank god.
i’m careful (like shitting egg shells) as to where I put my faith
I would rather fuck a dirt hole in the ground
Cover it up with dirt and grass and never wipe my ass
Leaving sand between my legs to chaff the hair off my balls.
© 2001 Gordy Amede
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by Gordy Amede
January 25th, 2001
I was eating her out, you know, we had had a few beers
and gone back to my place to listen to some records;
good shit. We smoked a joint, got high…talked about
Religion. Finally, we got to bed and we started making
out. I got her clothes off. She helped me get my clothes
off. We had done all […]
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by Maggie Boone
November 26th, 2000
I arrived at Maria’s at 6:30pm on Easter Sunday. Her family was still there (daughter, hubby and kids) so basically Sunday evening was uneventful. We had both written hoping desperately for instructions or some kind of directions considering we both had never experienced that particular event. The last word I had received required me to […]
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by Gordy Amede
February 28th, 2000
The year is 2039. For three days giant space-saucers hovered over every major city in the world. Washington had doubled it’s staff overnight, and the army was busy helping the national guard maintain a general semblance of peace. Curfews were implemented and strictly enforced by both […]
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by Gordy Amede
February 14th, 2000
Vanessa lay on top of her bed sheets, wearing only a pair of thin cotton panties, her breasts exposed to the cool night air coming in through the window. Salt N’ Peppa bumped gently on the radio. She let her fingertips glide across her chest, down over her thighs.
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by MWvixen
February 7th, 2000
Signature of the Whip
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You take my breath away.
Last night i sat on the floor beside You, unable to take my eyes off Your handsome face. You had just played me, and i was purring with submissive bliss, relaxed and exhilarated, and then, i looked up at You. Your temples glistened with moisture, Your eyes […]
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