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An ordinary fiction about ordinary girl written by ordinary person. There's no main plat in this story... probably. Read my username properly, it'll give you some clue.

“She faced the bed; raised her skirt at the front above her knees; lifted one knee onto the mattress before placing the other alongside. Then, she hauled up the back of her skirt, rucked it up around her waist to expose her backside, before spreading her knees and leaning forward on her palms, holding her head high, concaving her spine and pushingout her breasts like the prow of a boat. Finally, she gave the coupdegrace: Sappho, knowing fullwell what to expect, uttered the words; “I’m ready, Sir!” A story of how a chance encounter changes the life of a beautiful, and very vanilla young housewife, as she begins to seek out things that, at one time, would have appalled her. The unsuspecting Sappho is initiated as a submissive and encouraged from one experience to another until she’s finally addicted to cock. Never once does Sappho say, 'No'! Never once does she hesitate and, soon, a new destiny emerges when she becomes a magnet for powerful men.

Constancia Island, an exclusive Caribbean paradise is a sovereign country designed exclusively for the institution of Female Domination and male submission... where troubled young males, at one time destined for lives of crime, are treated as beasts of burden, ponyboys, not only for the amusement of the island's defacto queen, Lady Constance, but as the island's sole method of conveyance for visitors and residents alike. Lady Constance is assisted in her endeavors by welltrained female descendants of a curious African tribe whose disdain for the male gender becomes the basis for the female hierarchy on the island. Everything at the island has been built and acquired to keep the male beast wellexercised, chaste and servile. Majordomo to Lady Constance, Jasmine, properly trains the submissives, and assists Dr. Reinhold in the ultimate medical modification of the male to keep them subservient, randy and eager to serve their Mistress in any way she desires.

“… if her eyes had him captured, her smile enslaved him…” Even during their first encounter, the sexy coed Kimberly has Alex wrapped around her little finger. As one date leads to the next, he’s so smitten with the lovely female that he barely notices her dominant command of their budding relationship. However, when he carelessly puts his feet on the coffee table and fails to remove them when she asks, he gets his rude wakeup call! Ordered to strip and crawl over her lap for a punishment spanking, he may burn with humiliation, but his desire for the daunting female only increases. He pleasures her twice, spends the night with her naked in his bed, but he gets nothing for himself. And when he timidly registers his complaints, Kimberly quickly spins the conversation in a different direction. Before he knows it, Alex has agreed to give the little vixen absolute control of his sexual release. He’s forbidden to come without her permission, something she’ll dole out sparsely. Later, after she ‘queens’ him for the first time, sitting on his face for oral sex, she announces quite proudly that she’s now become his Mistress. Courting Mistress Kimberly becomes a lengthy lesson in submission for Alex, as he’s required to focus his entire attention into becoming her worthy servant, while getting very little pleasure in return. He’s at her beck and call, serves her slavishly, cleaning her apartment in a girly apron, and taking her rough punishment when he fails to meet her exacting standards. If he’s to get any sexual satisfaction from the relationship it will be on her terms, by her rules and only after he’s devotedly served her and she finds him worthy.

Bereft at the loss of his wife, artist Ivey Marks finds himself manipulated into joining Countess Natasha Vronsky in her domain at Russleder (Russian Leather) in Siberia. She initially plans to make him her figurehead Count. But Ivey rebels, and Countess Vronsky brings him to his knees as just another of her twelve slaves. In his humbled position, Ivey discovers there's a slave rebellion afoot a scheme to overthrow the Countess with the help of a mysterious outlaw who calls himself Strelnikov. Ivey, ever the loner, tries three times to escape by himself. But the Countess tracks him down each time with the help of her comrade, Dr. Sasha Khachaturian. Ivey gradually realizes his Goddess lets him flee for the sport of recapturing him, then humiliating him with a whipping in front of the other slaves. The Countess Vronsky delights in seeing how harshly she can abuse him. And while Ivey's secret and perverse delight in being under Countess Vronsky's heel disturbs him, he can't help but be drawn to her powerful allure. When Strelnikov materializes as a very real challenge to Countess Vronsky's authority, whose side will Ivey choose? Or does it matter? Are they both out to kill him? Even as Ivey is caught up saving himself from the Countess and Strelnikov, he longs for the breathtaking Sable Brandenburg. But with the Countess in charge, his acute desire to be subject to this beautiful mistress is little more than a pipe dream. This beautifully crafted story weaves a tale steeped in Female domination and male submission.

Labyrinth is not so much a place, as a state of mind; the domain of men who worship the female sex and with the same gut level passion reduce them to little more than sexual playthings. Alec West On windswept nights, off city streets, from the monotony of daily life, four sexy females are seized by powerful men who will take them into the depths of a mysterious Labyrinth for a 24 hour orgy of sadistic sex and forced submission. The powerful erotic spell the Labyrinth weaves around its submissive females remains unbroken until the last hour of each spectacle is played out. Among the four is the beautiful Lana...until her charming black lover swept into her world, she was a sad girl with great ambitions working for tips in an allnight diner. Though she's now a successful magazine editor, this seductive beauty remains an owned woman, in every way a slave to the dominant lover who rescued her from despair. Shackled, caged, beaten and thoroughly trained as a humble sexual servant, she's faithfully served her master. But now she wants out of the contract she once signed in blood. The only way to earn her freedom will be to give her master what he desires...the waifish ballet dancer, Evie. But time is slipping by fast. Lana has only until the end of the Labyrinth's next gathering to bring Evie to her master or he'll void their deal and she'll be sold! The ambitious stockbroker, Kathryn, and the overworked seamstress, Jewel, join Lana and Evie, telling tales of the mystifying Labyrinth and the unfolding drama that will determine if Evie will succumb to the seduction and Lana earn her freedom.

"The lyrics are a series of short-novels all inspired by the lyrics of Genesys songs. The stories are an elaborate fantasy transformation in the light of imaginary projections induced by listening to some Genesys songs (and reading their lyrics). ”Wind and Wuthering”, ”Duke” and ”a Trick of the Tail ” are the albums of Genesis whose songs inspired these novels. Some of them intertwine with each other, others live their own lives. All the result of those fantasy plots that each of us carries with us and that the music of Genesis manages, inevitably, to make alive."

"In the year 2000 the elderly emeritus police commissioner D'Aiazzo, is working alongside Commissioner Sordi, his former employee, as a consultant at the Police Headquarters in Turin. He is investigating a series of murders that seem to be the anarchic work of a sadistic serial killer or people sacrifices to the devil of one of the sulfurous sects in the macabre-obsessed Turin. But it could also or only have elements related to the brand of terrorism that had raged in Italy until about twenty years beforehand and still drags on into the end of the millennium. The monster suppresses his victims in a horrendous way, pushing the murder weapon into an ear until it reaches the brain and kills them. The investigation unfolds through disturbing suspicions, identity crises, psychological annotations, and reaches its conclusive acme in the unsettling final revelation, which has the death of the police commissioner himself, as the very consequence of his discovery of the culprit as its addendum. In the year 2000 the elderly police commissioner emeritus Vittorio D'Aiazzo is working alongside commissioner Sordi, his former employee, as a consultant to the Turin Police Headquarters. They are investigating a series of murders that appear to be the anarchic work of a sadistic serial killer or sacrifices to the devil by one of the sulfurous sects of macabre-obsessed Turin. But they may also, or only, have roots related to the terrorism that had raged in Italy until twenty years earlier and is still dragging on at the end of the millennium. The monster suppresses his victims horrendously by sticking the murder weapon into an ear until it reaches the brain, with lethal results. The investigation touches on private issues and moves forward through a motley group of humanity that is not entirely morally transparent. But it also touches on the political, economic, and social themes typical of the 1970s during the so-called anni di piombo (years of terrorism), when political and private violence normally ended up being mixed with the disappearance, or almost, of the concept of the person and the prevalence of social roles. Vittorio D'Aiazzo's investigation winds its way through the evil fruits of those perverse seeds, amid disturbing conjectures, identity crises, psychological annotations, and reaches its crucial acme in the unsettling final revelation which has as an addendum the death of the commissioner himself, resulting from the discovery of the culprit."

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"The lyrics are a series of short-novels all inspired by the lyrics of Genesys songs. The stories are an elaborate fantasy transformation in the light of imaginary projections induced by listening to some Genesys songs (and reading their lyrics). ”Wind and Wuthering”, ”Duke” and ”a Trick of the Tail ” are the albums of Genesis whose songs inspired these novels. Some of them intertwine with each other, others live their own lives. All the result of those fantasy plots that each of us carries with us and that the music of Genesis manages, inevitably, to make alive."

"Although I'm just an eight year old child, I'm the son of destiny! Trust me, the end of the world in a year will fall." At the meeting in J City, all the big shots voted together and officially appointed him as the general director of the plan! Tens of millions of soldiers had been recruited, which shocked the whole world! It could sweep the economy and reserve goods and materials! Star supply, space station! "Is the state of dragon and Xia crazy? How could they follow the command of a kid?" Sunset Kingdom: "in less than a year, Charlie will fall and sunset empire will rise!" Just as the whole world was confused about what Charlie had done. The end of the world was approaching Volcano eruption, tsunami earthquake, plague mouse disaster, leak of core energy, glacier age, meteorite collision The whole world has fallen, and only I, Charlie, can fight the end of the world! "What? You want to be a citizen of Dragon Island? No way!"

"Pay attention to the WeChat official account Princess library. It's convenient for you to read it next time." On their wedding night, her husband held her in his arms, but called another woman's name. In March of her pregnancy, the mistress came to visit her and she almost had a miscarriage. At this moment, she regretted. "[傅景琰], let's divorce. I'll fulfill your wish." she was heartbroken and sent him the divorce agreement. It was a piece of agreement, but he only replied coldly, "Okay, I agree. But the child will stay. You can leave."

With both the hands around him, I touched his length, going from the base to the top, experimenting with his body as he grunted, his jaw clenching as his eyes locked with mine, my tongue lolling out to once lick his head, like a demonic spirit his muscular frame loomed over me as he hissed, his hands tightening in my hair still being gentle. "Seductress" he hissed at me. But as soon my taste buds sensed a salty essence mingle with the moan that fell from his lips as his head dipped back appreciating what a good girl I was, I lost sense of everything, my own pussy all hot and bothered. I took him slowly inside my mouth, down my throat pulling back up and again taking him all the way inside, although only one third of his length reached the back of my throat I still gagged making him take himself out to give me a second to breathe before thrusting again. "Such a pretty little baby" he said through gritted teeth as my hands wrapped around his length. I was almost insane, unaware of anything but only that I wanted to taste him, I sucked his cock furiously going back and forth swirling my tongue around him. His growled darkly making a whimper leave my lips. "Fuck Karma!" His hands in my hair guided my mouth to leave his cock with a pop sound making me sit back with teary eyes as he denied me. My mind almost did not register that I was still in one of his shirts that were completely wet by now clinging onto my skin. Only when he settled down at my height, sitting with his back against the green rockside scooping me up in in his lap did I noticed the barrier between us. Alistair's palm encircled my neck as he gave it a gentle squeeze, his rock hard cock embedded under my needy core. "Yes princess, cry like a canary for me."

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‘I almost didn’t recognise you.’ Noelle froze. She didn’t have to turn around to know who was speaking to her. She hadn’t heard that low, rumbling growl of a voice in ten years. Slowly she turned and faced her former husband. The first sight of him in the shadowy foyer jolted her to the core. His hair was cut close, almost a buzz-cut. A long, livid scar of puckered reddened flesh bisected his right cheek, starting at his hairline and snaking all the way down to his jaw. ‘And I almost didn’t recognise you,’she said, keeping her voice crisp even though her knees were near to buckling just at the sight of him. He seemed taller and darker and bigger than before, although that was surely an illusion. She’d just forgotten the effect his presence had on her, the way he held himself so still and yet with such authority. The man she’d fallen in love with. She gave him as level a look as she could.‘What do you want, Ammar?’ ‘You.’

"Daisy's Chain Love, Intrigue and the Underworld on The Costa del Sol Daisy, the proud daughter of a wealthy ex-London gangster, John, and his Spanish wife, Teresa, grew up in Marbella on the Costa del Sol, aka, the Costa del Crime. She idolised her parents and sought to impress her ageing father by helping him run the family businesses after uni. However, a disastrous error of judgement ends in family tragedy, and her mother puts Daisy on a safer path of helping the local community as a penance. Daisy's Chain is a tragic tale with a pleasantly happy ending."