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This whole COVID bullshit has worked out well for me. Sexually anyway. Monetarily not so much. But, I find value in other things. See I own an old drive up 2 story hotel near several schools and a local university



Early the following morning, Tom was the first to force his eyelids open. The first thing his eyes saw was the heavenly beauty sleeping soundly to his left



The room was quiet and hushed as men filtered into the auditorium, finding their seats in the shadowy darkness. Most of them were men, all of them finely dressed, and a few of them with women hanging onto their arms
Missy Rides Missy and Nancy walked slowly and mostly silently, the long way, to their houses after school. It was the weekend and Missy was stalling; she didn’t want to go straight home. She was grounded, again
I was only 14 at the time…And up till that point, I really genuinely thought I was straight. I’d hooked up with a few girls at school, and I loved every second of it



The following Story is Fictional it was just supposed to be one meeting and done, at least that's what they told me last night. " FUCK ITS 9AM." I roll over almost falling out of my bed, frantically trying to locate my shoes, moving box after box, " They have to be here somewhere



Inside the Bus Krista nervously boarded her friend's school bus outside her school. She was an 8th grader and the year was almost over, and she wanted so badly to hang with a group of friends that included Holly's brother Jeff



Part one Beth was at home, daydreaming again about Jackson, when she should have been finishing the dishes. Her husband was putting her daughter to bed upstairs, so it was all too easy to get lost in her fantasies


Will was an average thirteen year-old boy. Every other second, he thought about girls. Every time he saw an attractive girl, no matter where he was, Will would automatically envision them undressing, while he himself would receive a throbbing erection



AUTHORS NOTE: Been busy with a lot of work. I've turned into a venture capitalist in IMVU and a lot of other endeavors (think sharktank). Imvu is a great tool for creativity



Chapter 14 The next morning I woke up naked and my mind immediately started replaying the events of last night. He had taken advantage of my young body before, but I felt even more violated having things done to me in my own house



The destruction of Aisha Section Two It was a good thing Aisha was so familiar with her daily routine. Despite being tired from the late night with her newfound God. He was all she could think about
It was just after 5pm and everyone had finally left the building. She was all alone, or so she thought. Now it was time to finish up the last of her building chores and finally go home



I had never had a interview like it. When I was told I have interview the letter came with instructions, not the normal turn up on time but what to wear and how to wear it. It was only a pa job for a local business man
The Perfect Hand Tim Jenkins seemed like just your average 11th grader. His grades were mediocre, he played basketball and baseball for his high school, and he was noticed by girls. His problem was that he’d never had a girlfriend before and was too nervous to ask a girl out