The big Cat groaned as it dug into the hillside with its sharp scraper blade, crisscrossing the side of the hill like a bright yellow prehistoric spider taking tons of dirt into its gaping maw with each pass. Katie Arden operated the huge piece of equipment with the skill of a surgeon, deftly maneuvering the big earth mover like it was the family car. At first the other operators were skeptical of her ability to handle one of the big rigs, but grudgingly they had to admit that she could do the job as well, if not better than

Julie crossed the room to me, and looked into my eyes. She cupped my throbbing member in her hand, and laughed. She moved away from me again, and walked to two of the guards who stood watch. Turn my pretties. I want to punish them now The guards came forwards, and turned us around on the cages we were tied to. I felt a sudden embarrassment, as Julie let her whip fall across myself and Nikkis backs.

I stuck my tounge in her tight, virgin pussy. When i got to the virgin barrier, i pushed my tongue even harder until it broke. She screamed and i licked up the blood. She was moaning and was begging me to stop. I removed my tongue and stuck a finger in her. She was tight. I stuck another finger in and then another in. She is screaming. I remove my hand and start smacking her pussy.

Floodgates. The torrent was not just words. As much as I had opened my mind and soul, the water-sprite allowed me into her soul and body, shedding her river nymph outfit and roaming free over our gentle waters. Our gentle waters. She took my virginity. I had seen enough. I had heard enough. And Im sure she had made love before. It didnt matter what we each had known.

He eased his throbbing cock into the tight sleeve of her virgin hole, breaking her intact maidenhead just as she hit her peak. She didnt even notice the intrusion as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over her, making her shake uncontrollably, gasp for air and tighten up all over. Never before in her life had she felt anything like it. It was a pure pleasure she had nothing to compare to. It was as if every nerve in her body wad alive and singing. When it finally ended she collapsed on the rug, panting, limp as a rag, trying to catch her breath and come back to her senses. Sabre left himself deep inside her wet walls and leaned over her, taking her in his arms,

She was a virgin, but she knew that she would not be for much longer. Michael would take that from her. She was to become a sex slave for Stephen. That would be her function in life for three years. You humiliate me, but at the same time I get excited from it. I dont understand what is happening to me. That is good, you will soon learn that you are to be submissive to Stephen and myself. You must obey every command we give you and accept when we decide to punish you. Now, sit down beside me and we will begin. Rachel sat on the couch next to Michael and scooted so she was sideways, facing him. She gasped as Michael opened his robe and his cock sprang free. She had seen

Jen spreads her tight cunt on my cock like a virgin teenager and we dont do holiday boat trips any more.

I Can Trust Her Its getting heavy Fast Tense But thats OK. I can keep breathing like that. I cant be blamed for breathing. Dont wanna seem naughty Dont wanna get too into it Dont wanna like it too much OK, actually I do. But I was taught not to. So I dont want others to know- Others who will judge me. So Ill breathe heavy Fast Tense No one should hear it, but just in case I cant be blamed for breathing. I may be twisted- but just in case Theyll just hear breathing, But they cant say anything

Ive only written from my own experience. And because it is all I know, and Im sometimes barely convinced of my own existence, so how can I possibly portray another? At least this existence has some meaning. But I wish it were easier. And I wish love was simple. And I wish that I had more freedom, and that gays had more rights, that my K modem wasnt quite so slow, and that I didnt get sick whenever I eat pizza because

I shook my head in disbelief and turned another page. Here, more detailed calendars began; the ones where each month takes the whole page, each day in a margin of its own, so that one can scribble in notes and reminders. Again, May and June of were full, written all over with my awkward, still childish hand, using different colors, from red, blue and black, to green and purple, which at the time were the peak of sophistication for a teenager.