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Suddenly I heard the door bell ring. He said he was expecting someone, and he would be right back. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind as I lay there tied to the table. I could here him talking, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying



What does a man do when he's cocky and sees his own cock as the center of the universe? Well in my case, I stay that way and wouldn't have it be otherwise. I'm now 45 and divorced, bi-sexual
CHAPTER 5: Being naughty One week had passed since Jenny had caught me masturbating. It was early afternoon and someone was knocking at the door. I opened the door. ‘Hey Jenny! What are you doing here?’ ‘Wanted to see you’ she said



The Rape of Maya Chapter 1 Things Like This just do not Happen to Married Women in India The woman in this story is a 40 yr old attractive Indian woman. She was educated in the states and married to what she thinks is a conservative Indian man
It was that time where my 14th birthday party was wrapping up. Everyone had left my house expect for one of my best friends named Madison. She was about 5' 6" with a great looking body with developed boobs for her age



I was about six when my mother died. It was a car crash; she and the driver didn't survive. My father disappeared after that and his personal assistant, Margaret, raised me. She was a sweet woman, about forty years old now. She was around 5'11 and weighed no more than 150



I smack against the locker as Ken shoves me as he walks by. “Watch where you’re going, loser.” “He’s too busy trying to prove aliens exist,” Weston says. “You’re a freak, you know that right?” Ken asks. “Alien lover, I bet you wish you could get probed by them,” Weston says



I despised being in this ruined gallery of tutelage, we were jammed here because the finger of God shredded through our little town of nothingness and demolished our school


When I was in my teens, my sister Ivana Marie, (“Ivanka”,), was killed after experimenting with drugs at college. We held a private funeral at the church my family attended
Step Brothers Bride Part 2 It was the following morning, the day of the wedding. I woke up early around 07:30, Jim was still fast asleep. I couldn't resist watching the video of Jennifer again. Watching her masturbate for her future brothers in law was something special
Public Incestuous Passion (An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Five: Little Sister's Exploding Love By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this! Melody Samuels I burst from the pool room reeling



“Ivysaur, that’s enough come back!” I activated my Pokéball and recalled Ivysaur. I may have been doomed, but that didn’t mean I had to let my trusted companion get mauled any further than she already had been. The victorious Tentacruel hissed his anger at being denied his meal



rchipelago islands more than 40 miles from it’s nearest island neighbor, 154 square miles in size, large and protected shallow clear blue lagoons surrounding the island with white sugar sand beaches, many isolated coves with similar beaches and a very small stable population of less than 450 natives
Story revised, I lost access to the first account so I am posting all of my stories again. Summer had just finished when I started taking afternoon classes at the local community college. I didn't have a car so I took the bus to and from school everyday



James' eyes opened for the first time in what felt like days, his pupils slowly adjusting to the light. He began to take in his dismal surroundings and immediately his memories flooded back