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Nantong Delight 

The girl from Nantong was much too busy eliciting moans from her foreign friend to notice me, and probably would want to show off if she had.   I couldn’t take my eyes away from them. For a moment I was lost in a fantasy wherein I was this lucky girl. The fantasy abruptly fell away as the lovers shifted into a position I’ve only seen in the Kama Sutra;  so difficult was the position, it could only be enjoyed by a couple of such adverse proportions. The American peeled the girl's tight synthetic jeans down to her knees revealing perfect, plump, porcelain curves framed by her thin red G-string.   

Paddle 

Kara had gotten into another fight in class. Being sent to the principal’s office was becoming a regular thing. This particular day, the principal was gone and the assistant principal was going to administer the punishment.  Mr. Parsons was in his early thirties and a very handsome man. He was tall with a strong, muscled body.  He wore his dirty blond hair a little disheveled and he had piercing hazel eyes.  Most of the girls in school had a crush on him. Kara went to Mr. Parsons’ office when classes were over and sat outside his office to await her paddling. 

Queen of Spades 

The guards?  Hit and miss.  There was a guy who drove around the outside of the fence in a black BMW.  Suzy put on a tank top (no bra) and a pair of Daisy Dukes, and feigned drunkenness, stumbling across the road as Mr. Beamer drove by.  He couldn’t resist her long taut legs, her full breasts, her (messy) chestnut hair.  None of them ever could.  He rolled down the window to ask if she needed any “help”, looking her over like a piece of pie.  Suzy wandered to the window wearing a dazed smile, staring lustfully, and sprayed her little concoction in his face.  He went out like a cheap candle. 

Bridled Lust 

Elisha tried to wriggle away with a little effort that Blake thought was cute. He had wrestled with her for a moment, grabbing her smaller hands in his larger ones and pinning them above her head against a post.    It was then that Blake felt the most powerful rush of passion. Elisha wasn’t exactly submitting to Blake, but she allowed him to kiss her deeply. And she responded with equal force and passion to his probing tongue. 
“You like being restrained?” he had teased as he backed away.  Elisha had shaken her head in disbelief, but Blake read the true answer in her eyes. She was one hell of a feisty woman, the kind he loved to tame. Blake wished he hadn’t let go of her so soon, wondering how far she would have let him go with her hands pinned in the air.