Valerian
Moon
- Joined
- Oct 24, 2013
Gemma Ridley got home as quick as she could. Dropping her backpack by the door, she ran up the stairs in a hurry. Through the house, the grand clock chimed six times, alerting her of what time it was. Nothing seemed out of normal, after all this was her daily routine. She left school after debate club, only to arrive to an empty home that would stay that way well over the evening, until her parents got home from work at ten o'clock.
Basically, the house was all too herself. Reaching her room, she opened the door excitedly, making sure that all her windows were close and cover. She didn't wanted to show off her dirty little secret. Girls like her were supposed to be the 'good ones'. She was the stereotypical 'smart girl', who never got in trouble and was the apple of her parents eyes. If only they knew, how kinky their daughter was.
Just recently she'd discover some sort of entertainment, that at her age was not adequate. Well, she was eighteen, but her parent's wouldn't deem it so. Sex was supposed to be for the experience, and Gemma was not that, though what lacked in experience- she made up in imagination.
Hurrying up to her desktop, she quickly type her password and just as quickly she opened her fox browser. Clicking on a link, her internet brought her to the fetish site.
Her entertainment for the evening. As she scrolled down many pictures of different naked people she had as "Friends," Gemma pushed the small button that signal she was on messenger and with that, Gemma Ridley began reading the naughty stories and fantasies of those who society called "Perverts".
Basically, the house was all too herself. Reaching her room, she opened the door excitedly, making sure that all her windows were close and cover. She didn't wanted to show off her dirty little secret. Girls like her were supposed to be the 'good ones'. She was the stereotypical 'smart girl', who never got in trouble and was the apple of her parents eyes. If only they knew, how kinky their daughter was.
Just recently she'd discover some sort of entertainment, that at her age was not adequate. Well, she was eighteen, but her parent's wouldn't deem it so. Sex was supposed to be for the experience, and Gemma was not that, though what lacked in experience- she made up in imagination.
Hurrying up to her desktop, she quickly type her password and just as quickly she opened her fox browser. Clicking on a link, her internet brought her to the fetish site.
Her entertainment for the evening. As she scrolled down many pictures of different naked people she had as "Friends," Gemma pushed the small button that signal she was on messenger and with that, Gemma Ridley began reading the naughty stories and fantasies of those who society called "Perverts".