We’re from North Carolina.”We compared notes on Louisiana and North Carolina until the bus pulled up to the high school. I went to my homeroom cla...ss, German, and sat down. The desks were arranged in a sort of semi-circle with a podium at the front for the teacher. After a few minutes the tardy bell rang, and the principal came over the loudspeaker. After the pledge, he reminded the school of recent changes to the dress code which were included in the handbook that every student had received,. I had no choice. Awake, I was now part ofa story and the power of narrative would keep me in my assignedrole, feeling and acting as the tale directed. Perhaps I wouldhave free will when I slept as she had done, but perhaps not even then. Perhaps all that was left for me was to live happily.Ever after.*****************************Rose Brialey smiled wistfully as she licked her fingers,savouring the still-lingering taste of her lover, and gazed at the empty wall opposite her television. It was a. I dropped the phone to my side and gripped onto the bedsheets as Jim started to speed up.“I’m going to cum Jim, oh my god you’re going to make me cum”. After all that build up, It was an intense orgasm, I let out some very loud moans and I left a bit of a wet patch on the bed.Jim got on his knees, his dick hanging between my legs, stood right in front of me and said he was going to make me his. He then hung up the phone on my BF.I grabbed my phone and opened up snapchat to start recording. I. "Who is this?" I asked her."Honey," she said " I would like you to meet Jon. He's the man you're going to blow tonight." Fantasy was one thing. Making it reality was another.I told her, "I don't want to suck any dick. I never blew anybody"."There's always a first time, isn't there" she asked. "You remember how you talk dirty to me while we screw and you tell me about your fantasies about blowing another guy? You know how much we enjoy that or did you forget?...".No way I could forget that. We.