Blackmail - Page 16



This is my first story. The story is completely imaginary . Here I am going to explain you the sex experiences of a boy named rasmi with mother of his friend by blackmailing her . My name is rasmi (17 years) and I have a child hood friend named avinash(17 years)



Becoming Omega, Part 2 The bedroom door closed, and she ceased to be Elena. Silence, but for her breath, heavy now. Darkness. Nothing else. Her skin teased her with sensitivity



Another long day in school. I sat down on the small couch in my dorm room, exhausted. The work is pretty tough, although I like it here better than my last school. My name is Aaron Walker. I'm a junior in university now, but it's my first year here



I am a traveling salesman and I had been on the road away from my wife and three teen aged kids for a week without much success. The economy has many of my clients backing off on purchases that I can normally count on



“We need to talk.” Is all Brenda had to say, and she was right. She didn’t seem mad at all, unlike when I first saw her when she pulled me from her closet, that’s good



Keeping it in Friends and Family Chapter 0ne This is a true story that has begun in the last couple of weeks. The names have not been change. I always enjoy walking at night
There is always someone like that. The beautiful women who was aware of the fact that every other women in the room will be jealous. In my case, it was a chick named Alex. She always wore skimpy clothes. She never left anything to the imagination
S.H.E.I.L.A. - synthetic, humanoid, enlightened, inquisitive, living, android --------------- Sheila seemed to be momentarily distracted after we had stopped
Intro Michael rose up and coyly looked at his stop watch, he dozed off slowly before realizing the time, “Oh shit!” he jumped out of bed and rushed to the shower with his toothbrush placed in his tiny mouth


the last names in this story are not displayed on purpose this is my first story so give me a chance and comment on it if you want. i hope i can do a series. sorry for any miss spellings. this is all true i was 14 years old when all of this happen to me
Ronja woke from the sound of knocking on the door. Fumbling around she found her mobile phone to check the time. Like she had suspected it was very early in the morning. "Who is it?" she asked as she pulled her blanket around her
Hair) short, mistress of deception/assassinations - Severely injured internal injuries Synthetic, Humanoid, Enlightened, Inquisitive, Living, Android - Sheila _______________________________________________ I had to keep my mouth shut, 'til I was certain that the man was well out of hearing



Now What Sandi was a 32-year-old wife with two young boys, the older was in 6th grade the younger was in 4th. Her husband Jim was a mid-level executive with a large International chemical company. He traveled at least one week a month and was always gone over the weekend
Talent Scout Exploits Wannabe Star Nervously she fidgeted with her fingers. It was happening, it was finally happening. She studied the guy who sat across from her. He was rocking a perfectly groomed snowboarders goatee and wore a pinstriped suit



Another dreadfully long minute passed as I stared at the clock in the changing room. Being in my line of work, the working hours were from late at night to early in the morning. I was waiting for the clock to hit 5am for the shift to end