Bi-sexual - Page 181
Hurricane by TW, aka Ratfink Harry, a recently retired contractor that had done pretty well during San Antonio's housing boom, was fleeing his home on Mustang Island, a narrow barrier island on Texas's gulf coast
In the morning, a Sunday, my wife was up and going to church. I sent a text to Era. “What are you doing?” In response, she said she and Shelly were still in bed, watching TV.” I asked if I could come over in about 30 mins after wife had gone to church



Brook had to rest, her body was begging for relief, but she kept running up the hill. “I bet they’re at the well” She thought to herself. Brook was almost to the point of collapse as she ran. The sole thought of Will being in danger kept her going
Note: The characters in this story are not real but the places are real any characters in this that you meet are coincidental. Also this story is gonna switch POV's sometimes but I will tell u when. Also it's my first story so cut me a break



Part 10: It had been a long time since I had last flown, and I had forgotten how much it sucked. The flying itself is ok, but airports are in some special circle of Hell all their own



Ok, a little background information on how I came to this point in my life: Ever since 7th grade, I had started to become slightly jealous of hot looking guys and their perfect bodies. And… well… since then, I bet you can guess where I went from there ;)
My wife and I were wanting to go see one of our favorite punk bands that night. We didn't hear about the show until the day before, and wouldn't you know it was sold out. We had tried purchasing tickets online, after throwing a bummer, because tickets were gone


This is my first story in what I hope will be a long series. Let me know what you think. The Queen, the Guard and the Farm girl Queen Katherine was a young Queen. Her mother had died giving birth to her
This is my first story so bare with me. This is a true story that happened to me in 2012. I was traveling from NC to Manila for vacation and had a 16 hour layover in Hong Kong
PART 11: CAITLYN I awoke the next morning to find Lauren staring at me and lightly stroking my hair. “Good morning beautiful, it’s about time you woke up


Many things have happened since my initial stories were posted. I just had my 16th birthday at the beginning of April and my dad and I have relocated nearly 200 miles away from where we previously resided



I Visit Mel and Have New Experiences Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were weird. If I wasn’t overwhelmed with work I was like reliving the two days I spent with Mel. I know my hands found my breasts and a couple times even wandered around under my skirt



Swish! Thwack! The cane stung across Maggie’s arse for the twentieth time. Her bottomed burned with the delicious feeling of pain and pleasure. She was being punished by her husband. She knew it was exactly what she deserved for the way she had humiliated him earlier