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In 1849, at the beginning of the gold rush in California, I was to be married at the age of 16 to a young man with enough money to give to my parents as a dowry and move us out to California. At 16, I was considered a little old to be married
Leesa watches at Myra entertains a horse. She decides she wants some too. Sunday morning and the three women sat down for breakfast. Leesa was unusually quiet and Myra asked if she was ok
Ok its my first story go easy on me- I'll revise it later its kinda choppy Ichigo Fang A late Friday afternoon swim practice is where this story begins
Bisexual Relationships ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILAR NAMES, IDEAS, OR SITUATIONS ARE SIMPLY A COINCIDENCE. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATTER SUCH AS YOUNG SEX AND SO ON. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED



Jake woke up as usual to the sound of his sister running through the house and his morning erection straining against his boxers. He looked over at the clock and was happy to see that he had gotten more sleep than he expected. It was Saturday and Jake was happy to get some sleep



I'll turn forty in a few months. I'm not old, I know, but I'm stagnant. My wife and I have been together for a while, but our marriage is more of a habit than a romance, at this point. Oh, it's not all bad. Cindy's a good woman



Chapter 1 It’s been nine years since I lost the love of my life. I met Debbie in college and we just instantly clicked. We got married a little over a year after we graduated
“I’m sorry! How many times do I have to say it?” She pleaded with me. “You’re wasting your time with telling me you’re sorry, I’m done with this.” She looked at me and said with a slight quiver in her voice, “if you stay with me, I will do anything that you want. Anything



"You could've knocked me out with a…feather," I sang along with Patrick from Fallout Boy into my imaginary microphone
Introduction: My wife, Lucy sells high end office equipment for a large national corporation. This is her fourth successful year in field sales. Lucy has been name the “SALESPERSON OF THE YEAR” the last three years. My name is Jim age 42 and my wife’s name is Lucy age 40
Introduction I couldn't believe it. I was finally on my way to the vacation of a lifetime. I never thought anything like this would be possible, let alone come true. First let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Bill and I'm in my early forties



Cave Trap Part 1 Jack Simon’s business trip to Manila had gone well. His company’s new office was well staffed to administer the underwriting and collection aspects of his large insurance company. He rewarded himself by taking a flying boat to Okinawa to meet an old Navy buddy



Part 2- Meeting Master “Very soon my Master will be home, this is his house and I belong to him. As you belong to me you also belong to him. You are my responsibility and if you displease him in any way we will both pay dearly



Its been a couple days since that first time with my daughter Cora and I can't get it out of my mind and I must have jacked off 6 times in the past two days thinking about it



Hot Summer Nights by Jen L. Lee © 2012 “You do realize that Summer has been returned to us from six foster homes,” Mrs. Naste said to Teal Connors. “She is almost 15 and we feel she is incorrigible and likely will never fit in anywhere,” she sniffed in a condescending tone