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“Now smash me in the cunt you fucking pig!” She yelled, and yanked
her nipples hard before twisting them. Call it blood lust if you like
but I was past caring now. Pulling her legs up, I pressed my left arm
against the back of her knees to give me an open target, […]

I have always been into feminism. Being a feminist does not
mean that I am quite as radical as the other women in the
movement. But I do have one radical purpose in life, and that is
to make men my sex slaves.
It’s not that I hate men. […]

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I slap her face. “You will answer me with your little mouth,” such a tight little rosebud of a mouth-I want to kiss it. I want to pinch her lips with clothespins, I want to bite them “and what I will hear from that dirty little mouth will be ‘Yes Mistress’. Have you quite […]

II wasn’t sure she was entirely unaware of the
effect she had on me, either. When I told her to wait a
fter class was dismissed she would deliberately stand too close to m
e, making me feel flustered and hot.
And horny. I was continually surprised and somehow angry at that.
[…]

Our hands brushed together. Just the briefest of touches;
But she looked at me, into my eyes, and in that fraction of a second I felt an electricit
y pass through me. Oh no, Althea. I told myself sternly, th
is is poison-the worst and nastiest kind.
As abruptly as it came on, […]

Our hands brushed together. Just the briefest of touches;
But she looked at me, into my eyes, and in that fraction of a second I felt an electricit
y pass through me. Oh no, Althea. I told myself sternly, th
is is poison-the worst and nastiest kind.
As abruptly as it came on, […]

Our hands brushed together. Just the briefest of touches; But she looked at me, into my eyes, and in that fraction of a second I felt an electricity pass through me. Oh no, Althea. I told myself sternly, this is poison-the worst and nastiest kind. As abruptly as it came on, the shock receded, […]

Ask any teacher what the worst day is, and surprisingly few will remember the first day of work. The rumble in their tummy as they stand before a blackboard for the very first time, alone and without a supervisor seems to fade for them. It has never faded away for me, and I recall […]