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Mom and Dad divorced when I was six years old because Dad was a drunk and a deadbeat. For the past seven years Mom and I had been living in a small town in western Pennsylvania where Mom was a pastor of a small church



The Battered Lamp Chapter Sixteen: The Orgy of the Concubines Copyright 2014 Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Cast of Characters Main Characters Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones
ything like this before, I knew this was a naughty magazine but I didn’t know what to expect as I hadn’t seen one before> There in front of me a double spread page of a woman naked opening her legs, I could see her pussy flaps all the hair and her boobs, first I laughed then I looked in amazement



THP: ERIC AND NICOLE 1.01 Eric and Nicole: 1.02 Eric, Nicole, Harness Preparation: 1.03 Nicole, Harness, Bidet, Vaginal Preparation: 1.04 Eric, Harness, Bidet, Rectal Preparation: 1.05 Nicole, A Silicone Love Affair: 1.06 Eric, A Silicone Love Affair: 1
(This all happened about 2 years ago, but I've been prompted to write about it by some of the people on XNXX that I chat with.) My names Cindy I'm 24 and I'm a dancer living in Brighton on the South Coast of the UK



He told me that he was going to share me. I didn’t believe him, but I should have. Master calls to see what plans I have for the night or if I wanted to go out. Of course, I do. I dress in my shortest black dress and thigh highs. No panties or bra as normal
This isn't me. Unless you think of her as a huge exageration of me. Nor does it describe my life style. But there's been so many comments about my tits that I thought I'd write a story about a girl who really has a problem with big tits she hates so much she calls them "puddles"



Dear Readers, Here's another one just on the heels of Club Cane Enjoy and let me know what you think. 'll add anyone and I post special update there now that I know how Add me and come check me out



Battered Lamp Chapter Fourteen: The Lust of the Concubines Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Thursday, January 23rd – SeaTac International Airport, Washington “Now boarding Air Canada flight 343 to Vancouver, Canada,” the gate attendant announced



The Story of Ann Chapter 10 All for One and One for All Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter to my readers on here, Mother Nature has been sending snowstorm after snowstorm here, which has been keeping us all busy on our ranch as well as we were busy with the holidays


Robert Jordan walked into his classroom and it was curiously quiet. The teacher sat at her desk quietly not facing the class. There were about 12 desks in the room. Each was clear except for a single black blindfold that was placed into the middle of each desk


Sorry this last part has taken so long, I’ve had a lot on my plate for the last month or so. For the benefit of any reader who has not seen the earlier parts of my story, I’ll give a very brief resume. My name’s Joe, I’m an electrical engineer and I’m bisexual



A funeral home is a place for death, but in a small town outside Richmond, until one Friday night. The phone rang at a little past two and he knew what it meant. Someone was dead. He took the information and thanked god that he didn’t have to go to a house tonight
It was a Friday night in a random week; it was 23:42, and I climbed out of bed to get myself a glass of water. I walked down the stairs to the 1st floor, when I heard the muffled sound of a voice coming from my mother's bedroom
We had agreed to meet up for a drink, and you were late. It had been years since I’d seen you and I was nervous. I wasn’t sure how I wanted this to go. I didn’t want to end up sleeping with you again, I just wanted to see you, to catch up