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Sandy didn’t sleep well in the safe room, wondering what was going to happen with Mike in the morning. After she got out of bed, she found him making breakfast in the kitchen. “Hi Sandy, I hope you slept well. We have new adventures for you going forward
CHAPTER 1 I was just 19 years old when I became a father. I was able to visit my little boy, but only when I could make the day trip to the boy’s grandparent’s house. They hated me for ruining their daughter so they made no effort to be nice



The F.E.T.I.S.H. Ray Tales by Fidget The audition: Cindy's story Cindy walked timidly into the room, her small hand shaking as she closed the door behind her



This is my first story and its true kind of. Names, dates, and locations have been changed to protect identity of all involved. My name is James and this is a true story that happened when me and my step-sister were 15



Chapter 3 - Leaving Vespa Madame Lahore comes to her senses, regaining control over her body. The wise woman knows immediately what just happened: A High Daemon is among them. A Daemon can be a vicious creature, coming through the portal opened by Dark Eros Energy from another world



It's been about four years since i left Erin and Chris's house. I have a beautiful daughter named Ana Lee and she is my life. We moved to Korea and we live in a small light blue house, with a white fence, flowers in the yard, and a dog named Harang



I forced ash to hide in my closet until my parents went to bed. she softly sobbed inside. I told her if she screamed or was too loud I would force her to fuck her dog. once my parents went to sleep I opened my closet and found her in the fetal position
The school week went by in a flash, focusing on homework and baseball practice helped dull the pain of not being in Yoichi's arms when I was lying alone in bed trying to sleep



SATURDAY Joan was aroused from her nap by the flight attendant’s announcement that they were beginning their descent into Coastal Regional Airport



I am writing this story for a friend at her request. She had a fantasy and wanted me to write it out for her. The content of this story is violent and harsh at her request. I do not condone any forms of rape or non-consentual sex. This is my first attempt at writing any erotica
Cold Meat 2: Slippery when wet By Forcemaster2000 He kept telling himself, at least it's a job. Spencer Drake had spent more than enough of the last few years on the unemployment line, or worse yet, standing in line at a soup kitchen
“Here, try this on.” Groaning, I reluctantly shrug into a fluorescent orange tank top that is about as far from my idea of fashionable as it is possible to be. “Happy?” I say, trying not to think about my farmer’s tan



Introduction I could watch the sunrise from here If I wanted. I could go out on the balcony of my bedroom, let the cool morning air hug my naked body, and watch sun rise over the Atlantic Ocean
Friday night and Jackie arrived at 6 pm, Sue had left to meet her boyfriend again, Sue was dressed in a very sexy mini with her boobs nearly hanging out, high heals and a huge smile, John was arranging another group night for her, so as always she liked to dress for the occasion
The first time I layed eyes on Barbara she was wearing a dress that looked as if it had been sliced down the front with razor blades, looking like she was wearing venetian blinds. When she moved, the slices of material would fall away and reveal that she was wearing no underwear