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Mister Stephenson's Fucking Machine part 3 As his Fucking Machines increase in popularity, George fights for his Fanny Will our working class hero George with his steam powered cottage defeat the aristocratic prat Lord Arthur with his crumbling Mansion



Author’s Note: The purpose of this series is to establish a vehicle through which to explore some far darker themes than I normally do through a series of short individual chapters



Melanie by Diomedes050465 For nearly twenty years James Sinclair had worked in any number of companies, “learning the business world” as his father had put it
Alpha exited the cellar, leaving Leah in her cell. He made his way up the stairs towards the "control room." Feeling rejuvenated after spending a couple hours on Leah's training, Alpha walked with a strut and a smile on his face. He loved how Leah was coming along



There were handcuffs attached to the poles of the bed. Dale and Garret took Hayly’s arm and led them to the cuffs. Of course, she tried to resist flailing and trying to get them off and away



"There, there"
This is a story I wrote a few years back. It is about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful “golden cocoon” that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation



Shelley Holmes is a Europol consultant detective on vacation to Edinburgh. Trouble follows and along the way she finds her Watson. Inspired by various Sherlock Holmes modernisations



This is a true story..Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Fresh out of school 18 yr old Monique was a little nervous as she approached the door to the managers office for the first time



"Mmm Papi No quieres jugar conmigo un poco? Won't you play with me just a little? Pleeeease??" She begged me to play with her with her big, teasing brown eyes



*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 3 Sara awoke feeling sore and stiff. For a moment, she forgot where she was or why she was hurting



Naruto awoke later that night in his bed all alone. He frowned and felt he was on the verge of tears, "It was all a dream, it felt so real." He looked on his bedside table to see a piece of paper held under his headband. He picked it up and read



Still looking for more inspiration. anyone interested contact at sorry about not writing as much. I found this on my hardrive from when I was infatuated with Harry Potter. For my b-day on Sept. 5th, I'm releasing this harry potter Complete Works special
I had been observing the house for over a week, and i knew, basically all of their routines, and time tables, so there should have not been anyone home today, a perfect time for a small break in and some nice loot hopefully



The following weekend Oren and I came home from the bar, fairly drunk. A little fact about me is that I get extremely horny when I’m drinking. Normally Oren didn’t but before we went out I made sure to put a vibrator inside him