Webcam
Girl
by
Concordant Opposition
The
camera is centered on two people. A tall black haired woman – a bit
chubby, but very beautiful, with wide hips and bust, a slight paunch,
and supple pale skin contrasted by frilly black lingerie. She holds
the other woman by the hair. It's long and whitish blond – clearly
dyed. The blond woman kneels on her legs, with ankles and wrists
bound, her arms resting in her lap. A thick rubber ball gag is
crammed in her mouth, parting her red lips and accent

A loving daughter
George was sat on
the sofa in silence. A thick depression laid over him and had been
for several weeks now. His loving wife had passed away and he was
lost in grief. It was coming up to their 20th wedding
anniversary but that day never came. One bus crash was all it took to
undo a lifelong commitment to each other. Now he sat in his living
room looking at the photo album. Every picture of his wife’s smile
reminded him he will never see it again. But he could not stop
looking

"Freeze!"
Henry turned in place, gulping at
seeing a lady cop bearing down on him. "O-officer?"
She put a hand on his shoulder,
pressing him into the wall behind him. The name Allander was written
across her nameplate, and her chocolate brown hair was pulled back in
a pair of loose twin tails. But the badge on her hip looked real
enough, although he felt a little startled at the size of the breasts
straining against her uniform shirt. As Henry stared up into a stern,
but pret

She has pinned me down with almost
an absence of effort. Her large, doughy belly is draped over my
front, a soft mass of flesh overlapping my stomach and chest, with a
gravity that can't be measured in pounds, and her fleshy leg is
wrapped around mine, shackling me to the situation. Her gentle,
forceless hand caresses my body, which she knows so well, and
everywhere her fingertips glide seems to be extremely sensitive,
attuned to her. Her full, supple lips tirelessly find new places on
my face,

It
was late at night, and the hotel's swimming pool was empty except for
the sound of lapping water and a lone swimmer. Tom was trying to
unwind, he found it difficult to sleep sometimes, and some exercise
was always a good way to wear himself out. He had been going for
about half an hour, and was working a good routine of backstrokes.
He
wasn't sure when, but over the sounds of lapping water, he heard the
pat of a lone pair of feet and paused for a few moments to see who
had intruded upon his