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Breaking Descent: the Executions of Cerberus A tall brunette woman with legs that stretched for miles in a white summer skirt who was hanging clothes in her backyard caught his attention. He watched her from a low crack in a picket fence



Chapter 1 Royce It was dawn and Royce had just woken up. His sleep hadn’t been regenerating at all. He felt like the short few hours had actually taken away the little bit of power he still had, never the less he got up to gather his things and venture on
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental
From Lonely Housewife to perverted Slut Chapter 5.re-posted Edited by a friend



When I was 16, everything seemed fine. Everything was going well - school, family, relationships, life. Everything seemed to be much simpler back then, where I didn't realise the small things to be big things



My mom went out of town for the weekend with her boyfriend so I had to stay with one of her friends



If you asked what I was in college for, I would of course answer “Marketing”. However, if you what I did in college, it was mostly partying. This isn’t a new or unique pass time for your average college Junior. It gets old, boring, dull even
Another Wintry Night©2020 By Jax_Teller Buffalo New York was known for its winters and it was often said by locals in the middle of heavy snow that they were going to get a break from the snow by going to Alaska
My sister and I were out camping over the weekend. This had become a tradition of sorts for us; every year since we were young we would go camping. I am 20 my sister Heather is 22. I will freely admit Heather is gorgeous, I may be her brother but I do know a hot woman when I see one



The Slaver Gets His Wish Chapter 4 Training Days Just a note to readers; if you’re going to give me a negative vote; how about leaving me a little criticism about how to improve my stories? Thanks! I used the butcher’s shower in the dungeon to clean up, and then headed upstairs



Loving Neighbors Jack and his wife Sara moved in next door to us about two years ago. They had a thirteen year old daughter named Ashley who was a smaller image of her mother



I noticed her immediately. Her radiance, her smileher very promising posterior. I knew exactly who she was, but it seemed unreal. Jennifer Lawrence. My first desire is to go and talk to her, but I need an excuse
It was two-thirty in the afternoon when John Birch's bleary eyes watched the brown Cadillac pull into his driveway and park where his wife Kathy use to park her car. Hers was no longer there, nor would it ever be again



Chapter 1 My Very Own Pet Tentacle Monster I was working on my computer late one night just skimming different videos and some inappropriate sites. The ones you only view when you are alone. It was on one of those sites that I came across one that seemed a bit different
Chapter 3 Cindy left early the next morning to get home, and watch her siblings. I sat on the back porch with my coffee, and pulled out my phone. “Change of plans.” I texted Katherine. I wasn't expecting her to reply